"God," Steven manages to choke out. "I. Fuck. Yes. God. I want that. I really-- I want that. Please."

God, he's perfect. He's absolutely perfect. And so goddamn gorgeous against those pillows, in their bed.

He climbs up to follow him. Puts his hands on Jack's shoulders again, brushing his thumbs against Jack's throat. "Please," he says, meeting Jack's eyes. His own are wide and very earnest. "After this, after we've made out. Please fuck me. It's-- god, I think it's long overdue."