[ There's no real action behind these words here, because they've happily moved onto being sweet instead.
He knows that whatever he says, that Tony will love it, because he always does. But he wants more than to just touch him, he wants to tell him something he'll never forget. That he'll take until his dying days, that he'll remind Steve of someday when they're old.
He wants it to stick with Tony as long as "you're not the guy to make the sacrifice play" has. He wants whatever he says to completely erase and supplant that.
It's a tall order. ]
I know. I just want it to be perfect. For you.
[ He takes off his tank top too, and works gently on his pants, trying not to shift Tony too much as he gets out of them, kicks them off all the way, pats the empty spot on the bed. ]
Let me lay down with you?
[ He thinks even if Tony starts anything up, he'll likely fall asleep partway through making out, but it's fine. It's cute. Steve loves this side of him, even though he'll be happy never to see it again, if it keeps Tony on the wagon.
And, regardless, he does shift them around so he can get them both in a lying position on the bed, what with Tony being much more difficult to move as a noodly drunk, but no match for Steve. He turns his head a bit, and rests it on Tony's shoulder. ]
You never talk to me about your childhood. I know you didn't like it, but there must've been some good times, right? Like Halloween?
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[ There's no real action behind these words here, because they've happily moved onto being sweet instead.
He knows that whatever he says, that Tony will love it, because he always does. But he wants more than to just touch him, he wants to tell him something he'll never forget. That he'll take until his dying days, that he'll remind Steve of someday when they're old.
He wants it to stick with Tony as long as "you're not the guy to make the sacrifice play" has. He wants whatever he says to completely erase and supplant that.
It's a tall order. ]
I know. I just want it to be perfect. For you.
[ He takes off his tank top too, and works gently on his pants, trying not to shift Tony too much as he gets out of them, kicks them off all the way, pats the empty spot on the bed. ]
Let me lay down with you?
[ He thinks even if Tony starts anything up, he'll likely fall asleep partway through making out, but it's fine. It's cute. Steve loves this side of him, even though he'll be happy never to see it again, if it keeps Tony on the wagon.
And, regardless, he does shift them around so he can get them both in a lying position on the bed, what with Tony being much more difficult to move as a noodly drunk, but no match for Steve. He turns his head a bit, and rests it on Tony's shoulder. ]
You never talk to me about your childhood. I know you didn't like it, but there must've been some good times, right? Like Halloween?