Some nights lend themselves more to one mood or another. They've been playful tonight, and tender, and Steve is ready to let go and be as affectionate as his instincts tell him to be. His caresses are lingering, lavish, and after a moment he rolls over a little so that he's lying halfway on top of Loki.
"I kinda like the excessive pillows and blankets," he tells him, leaning in to nibble the shell of his ear. "It feels sort of Arabian Nights or something. Opulent and cushy and warm."
Which is not the kind of thing Steve goes for, normally. He's all about the tidy double bed with hospital corners tucked into the sheets. Maybe the contrast to the norm does something for him.
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Date: 2017-08-03 02:15 am (UTC)"I kinda like the excessive pillows and blankets," he tells him, leaning in to nibble the shell of his ear. "It feels sort of Arabian Nights or something. Opulent and cushy and warm."
Which is not the kind of thing Steve goes for, normally. He's all about the tidy double bed with hospital corners tucked into the sheets. Maybe the contrast to the norm does something for him.