Steve dipped in and started to kiss along his jaw as his hand squeezed a little, finding a rhythm that matched the placement of kisses, the measured breaths he took, and familiar, well-worn memories that he'd never speak of but could no sooner forget than his own name. Half-lidded eyes flickered up at Jim, the fringe of his lashes fluttering against his cheek when he dipped close to kiss and nothing but wisps of air when he leaned back to speak.

"You... this... this has always been one of my dreams."