[The kiss does nothing to mitigate the absolutely bratty and unhappy noise that leaks out of him when Steve disappears. The warmth and the weight just gone and it's so completely unfair and definitely not what he asked for. But second to his complaining as it dies down is then an immediate quietness in the room as he drifts.
Worn out, sated, and drunk. A definite power-combo if ever there was one.
He only half comes back into himself when Steve returns.]
Thank you. I love you. Steve Rogers.
[Words that same kind of fleeting and soft where the rest of him is a few seconds away from packing it in. And he can't really seem to help his dopey besotted smile then, looking at Steve like he's every bit a dream.]
Steve Stark-Rogers.
[Arm reaching lazily up to loop across his shoulders and greedily hang on to him.]
Don't go, Steve Stark-Rogers. Stay here. [Like he can use that as a bargaining chip for ridiculous behavior.]
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Worn out, sated, and drunk. A definite power-combo if ever there was one.
He only half comes back into himself when Steve returns.]
Thank you. I love you. Steve Rogers.
[Words that same kind of fleeting and soft where the rest of him is a few seconds away from packing it in. And he can't really seem to help his dopey besotted smile then, looking at Steve like he's every bit a dream.]
Steve Stark-Rogers.
[Arm reaching lazily up to loop across his shoulders and greedily hang on to him.]
Don't go, Steve Stark-Rogers. Stay here. [Like he can use that as a bargaining chip for ridiculous behavior.]