Steven looses his grip immediately, pulling back from the kiss. His hazel eyes are gleaming. "My God, Jack," he breathes. "That was-- that was incredible. I could have killed you. I wouldn't have," he adds quickly. "But. I could have. God. I really could have."

He knows, distantly, that this isn't the sort of thing you should tell your boyfriend or say in bed. But he seems to have lost all his ability to filter right now.