“Sean,” Steve said, more than a little needy with his tone. The kisses and touches were almost too much. Almost but he didn’t want them to stop, not with the way they felt so good against his skin. Everything seemed hypersensitive at the moment and he trembled at the anticipation.

“Sean,” he said, this time a little more firmly as he sat down. Steve’s hands moved to the man’s waist as he worked to get his pants off while he leaned forward and pressed his mouth to Sean’s stomach, covering it in kisses. Once he got Sean’s pants down Steve’s hand wrapped around his cock, stroking a bit. It was a weird sensation because it was so foreign as well as familiar. He’d stroked his own cock plenty of times, this just felt like he was doing it backward, really. That and far more exciting since it was Sean’s cock and not his own. “You’re making me happy. Relax. Close your eyes and picture yourself fucking me how you want to do it. What does it look like?”