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It was late enough that the whole apartment had gone quiet.
The television was still on, volume low, throwing shifting light across the living room. Steve was stretched along the couch, one arm behind his head, while Dustin sat between his legs with his back against Steve’s chest.
Neither of them had been paying attention to the movie for at least twenty minutes. Steve’s fingers traced lazily along Dustin’s arm, making Dustin shiver. Steve threw a quick glance at his lover. “Cold?” “No.” Steve smiled, his fingertips continued their slow path over Dustin’s skin. Dustin tipped his head back against Steve’s shoulder. “You know…” “Hm?” “You do that deliberately.” Steve lifted his right brow ever so slightly in confusion “Do what?” “Touch me like that.” Steve’s mouth curved against his hair. “Maybe I do. Maybe I don‘t.” Dustin turned his head slightly, “Why?” “Because you like it.” Dustin’s cheeks warmed, a pale rose blush spreading from his cheecks. “…Maybe.”
Steve kissed his temple, then his cheek, then the bridge of his nose, ending with a small peck on his lips. Slow enough that Dustin felt each one.
“Talk to me.” Dustin’s eyes flickered toward Steve. “About what?” Steve’s hand settled gently at his waist. “Anything.”
Dustin smiled. “You’re handsome.” “That’s sweet.” “You’re also incredibly annoying.” “That’s… less sweet.” “But true.” Steve laughed at that.
Dustin shifted around until he was facing him, their knees bumped.
“Talk to me dirty,” Dustin whispered. Steve’s eyebrows rose again. “Are you sure?” Dustin nodded and Steve leaned closer.
“You’re trouble.” Dustin smiled. “That’s not dirty.” “Oh, it isn‘t?” “No.” Steve’s thumb brushed along Dustin’s jaw.
“Fine.” His voice dropped. “I think you’re beautiful when you’re trying to act confident.” Dustin’s smile faltered. “Steve…” “And I think you know exactly what you’re doing when you look at me like that.” Dustin swallowed. “Like what?” Steve smirked, “Like you want me closer.” Dustin’s fingers curled into Steve’s shirt. “I do.” Steve leaned in until their foreheads touched. “Then come closer.” And Dustin did. Their lips met, softly at first; then again, a little longer.
Steve’s hand remained at Dustin’s waist, warm and steady. When they parted, Dustin was smiling. “That was sweet but didn‘t quite meet the criteria” Steve smiled. “True, you asked for dirty.” Dustin raised an eyebrow. “Turns out, you’re not very good at dirty.” “I think I’m better at sweet.”
Dustin smirked at Steve, his everything. “Then prove it.” So Steve kissed him again. “I love you, you are my world.” Dustin’s expression softened immediately. “That’s cheating.” “Why?” “Because that’s the sweetest thing you could say.” Steve smiled against his lips. “Maybe that’s what you needed.” Dustin rested his forehead against Steve’s. “Maybe.”
A quiet moment passed, then Dustin murmured quietly, “Talk to me sweet.”
Steve’s arms tightened around him. “I love you.” Dustin smiled. “Again.” “I love you.” “Again.” Steve kissed his forehead. “I love you.” His cheek. “I love you.” The corner of his mouth. “I love you.” Dustin laughed softly. “Okay, okay. I believe you.” Steve smiled. “Better?” Dustin curled against him. “Much.” And the movie continued playing to an audience that had long since stopped watching.