[He reaches out to poke Steve incredibly weakly in the chest, obviously showing that he means business. And that Steve better not dare wander because what will he do then? But for all his theatrics he softens the second Steve's over him, and instead then his hand is trying to grab his shirt, keep him there while Steve's doting on him with physical affection.]
Deal. Very deal. Sounds sexy.
[A little smiley laugh against Steve's lips. And to his credit he doesn't get very woe is me about Steve leaving, instead finding incentive to attempt to take his clothes off because he's an adult and he can help do that. But he barely gets out of his shirt before either giving up or forgetting what he's doing or both. It's a lot of work, and moving, and he very suddenly doesn't want to be doing that.
When Steve comes back and helps him resettle he breathes out a sigh of relief, but it's followed up by one of those sunny patters of laughter that goes on for just a short time until-]
Oh. I'm in trouble tomorrow.
[Becoming self aware in his drunkenness about how much tomorrow is going to suck. But it's funny right now. Fuck tomorrow him. That's not his problem. But it will be. And through another sweet batch of giggles he tries to talk about something pressing.]
Promise you won't call the engagement off- if I'm a monster tomorrow- you can just leave me- not forever- just tomorrow-
[So very valiantly trying to spare Steve. He's a very thoughtful lover in that way.]
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[He reaches out to poke Steve incredibly weakly in the chest, obviously showing that he means business. And that Steve better not dare wander because what will he do then? But for all his theatrics he softens the second Steve's over him, and instead then his hand is trying to grab his shirt, keep him there while Steve's doting on him with physical affection.]
Deal. Very deal. Sounds sexy.
[A little smiley laugh against Steve's lips. And to his credit he doesn't get very woe is me about Steve leaving, instead finding incentive to attempt to take his clothes off because he's an adult and he can help do that. But he barely gets out of his shirt before either giving up or forgetting what he's doing or both. It's a lot of work, and moving, and he very suddenly doesn't want to be doing that.
When Steve comes back and helps him resettle he breathes out a sigh of relief, but it's followed up by one of those sunny patters of laughter that goes on for just a short time until-]
Oh. I'm in trouble tomorrow.
[Becoming self aware in his drunkenness about how much tomorrow is going to suck. But it's funny right now. Fuck tomorrow him. That's not his problem. But it will be. And through another sweet batch of giggles he tries to talk about something pressing.]
Promise you won't call the engagement off- if I'm a monster tomorrow- you can just leave me- not forever- just tomorrow-
[So very valiantly trying to spare Steve. He's a very thoughtful lover in that way.]