And he was moving with each of those little touches, sliding himself against those fingers, savoring every touch. It wasn't exactly what he imagined, but it wasn't so far off that he didn't know despite his eyes being caught on Steve's. "I love you," he whispered. "I love you, I love you, I love you... All yours, Steve."

He didn't even have to think about it. Giving himself over felt like something he'd already done but had never put words to.