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dustin curled up in steve’s arms, burying his face in steve’s shoulder. he had his arms clutched around a plush bunny, a paci in between his lips. he looked small, which was intensified by the height difference between him and steve. steve had his arms wrapped around dustin, cooing softly every time dustin would stir or make a small noise. dustin would whine sometimes, too fuzzy and confused to understand why. steve would shush him, and run his fingers through dustin’s curls.
‘shh.. shh.. i know bunny.. so small in such a big world, huh?’
steve voice was always soft when dustin was like this, he made himself less intimidating, made himself softer and steady for dustin. he’d do anything for dustin. if he was king steve, dustin was his prince. dustin closed his eyes, his breathing slowly getting calmer and his body becoming less tense and more relaxed, dustin in steve’s firm grip. steve moved veryyy slowly, so his back was to the arm of the couch, so dustin was more in a laying down position than a sitting one. he pressed down a soft, loving kiss on dustin’s forehead, his voice as soft as as he could muster, like he didn’t want to break dustin.
‘goodnight, little prince, i love you.’