Steve did the rest of the work, wrapping his leg around Jim and using the other to brace himself. There was a half a second to hate the fact that his undershirt was still on, but a moment's scrambling with one hand had it tugged off (with perhaps a rip or two). The material was tossed away and then his focus was entirely on Jim, where it belonged. On kissing Jim, rocking in time to Jim's movements. To keeping his sanity while Jim's scent was deep in his nose, the taste of his mouth filling him up, prompting a moan he hadn't even realized he could make.

He was in love, he was in lust, he was in heaven.