[ he should probably feign rolling again or something-- maybe he'd even get something more scandalous as an excuse to push steve's buttons a little more but he's got a bad habit of being selfish and doing what he wants when he wants. like now, reaching to curl fingers into the lapels of his jacket so he could pull him closer, watching him intently, all stark charm though there's something undeniably mischievous there, like he knows he probably shouldn't be doing this and that makes him want to do it all the more. he gives him a moment to adjust to the closeness (too close, nearly chest to chest, but that's alright) before tilting up, catching his mouth again, the kiss now coaxing and insistent, an encouraging little moan muffled between them.
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c'mon, big guy. live a little. ]