He leans up into it, this sort of awkward kiss at the angle they're at. He knew, when he sat on the edge, exactly where he'd end up. The picture that made, and all the suggestion that lived in their position. Don't be nervous. He doesn't say it, because it's just for him this time, just a quiet mantra. He's not, not exactly.

As they kiss, he slides a hand across the bulge of Steve's cock, feeling the shape of him through his jeans.