my type is fictional men

sometimes when he kisses you it's softer, just as longing but a little more gentle, lips brushing silently, quiet mutters, slow hands, innocent and sweet that kind of thing but sometimes it's more, sometimes it's heavy breathing and teeth grazing, shaky hands, fuck and oh god's under their breaths, nothing close to innocent

he's always muttering sweet things against your lips, calling you pretty, calling you his, getting you to call him yours, telling you how weak you make him, and sometimes he just curses and swears because it's all too much for him

he kisses you and he just gets overwhelmed, his hands slip around you and he just pulls you closer, not that closer is ever close enough, he likes the little gasp you make, he likes the way your hand end up in his hair, he likes the kisses that just run away with themselves and end up messy

steve's kisses linger, you can feel them for hours after, you constantly touch your fingers to your lips, daydreaming about what it feels like to kiss your pretty boyfriend, you can't wait to see him again, you can't wait for him to lean down and kiss your cheek, your forehead, your mouth, anywhere he wants