Sean keeps rubbing his fingers around Steve's entrance, taking the sight of it all in. That's Steve in front of him, open and ready to be fucked - by Sean! - looking so lovely, and making the hottest goddamn noise as he groans. Jesus. If he dies doing this, that's a fine way going. "Good, good. It feels great doesn't it? Being at someone else's mercy, and knowing you can trust them? Loveliest feeling in the world."

He slowly sinks in the tip of his finger, pausing for a moment so Steve can adjust to the intrusion, and then pushing up to the middle of his finger. "Oh Christ, you're tight. I'm going to lose my mind once I get inside of you."

A second finger joins the first as soon as Sean thinks Steve can handle it, and between the two of them, he starts carefully opening Steve up, just the way that Sean likes it when he's bottoming. While one hand keeps working on Steve's ass, he touches Steve with the other, caressing his thighs and rubbing his side and stomach. The touches are there to ground Steven if he needs them, and to make him feel wanted if he's here and focused. Because my God does Sean want him. "You have no idea how handsome you are like this. Like art, you know? You're beautiful like an old painting is."