[ at least it's something steady. steve hasn't had this kind of contact in so long that it almost feels foreign, the pressure of dean's hands on his face and the weight of his mouth against his. or maybe it's that he's kissing a man? doubtful, honestly, because he doesn't hate it – i don't hate you – and his fingers are relaxing, pushing up dean's chest to find purchase at the back of his neck.
he moves, finally, meeting that tongue with his own and dragging him closer. because it's not as if he hasn't kissed anyone in his life. he knows what he's doing, and it's nice being this close to someone again. it's the smallest things a person can forget, and before he can overthink it, he gets an arm around dean's waist like he's not planning to let him go any time soon, an embrace that's solid while he finds his footing and tests what sort of way someone like dean likes to be kissed. ]
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he moves, finally, meeting that tongue with his own and dragging him closer. because it's not as if he hasn't kissed anyone in his life. he knows what he's doing, and it's nice being this close to someone again. it's the smallest things a person can forget, and before he can overthink it, he gets an arm around dean's waist like he's not planning to let him go any time soon, an embrace that's solid while he finds his footing and tests what sort of way someone like dean likes to be kissed. ]