The moment Steve's hand presses against Sean, he just moans and shudders. Fuck that feels nice. That's what he wants, it really really is. He combs a hand through Steve's hair, and presses his forehead against Steve's chest for a moment. Just breathe, and center yourself, and get your head on straight, because he's got to top and he needs to do it right.

Two breathes later, and Sean raises his head. He's ready. With his palms flat on Steve's chest, he presses him back through the apartment and seeking out the bedroom. "I want to to talk. Tell me how you feel. Tell me what you like, what you don't, what's driving you insane. Tell me who you're thinking about, or what, or- anything. Just talk to me. I want to hear you and what it's doing to you."

And he puts on a slightly stern voice, "And I want you to get those clothes off."