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You quickly found your favourite thing about sex with Steve was the slow climb of making him absolutely lose his shit.

The fun of gradually plucking at the strings of his resolve with every slide of your hands across his skin, every rolling wave of your hips, every soft kiss laid upon his lips; every muted moan, soft gasp, and throat-kept whine. Watching those blue eyes bleed into black as his hands tighten on your hips and his head tips back, shamelessly letting melodic, pitiful moans encapsulate the air around you both. 

You loved how a few fingers pressed tight against made him bare his teeth, sucking in a hiss as your nails stung moon-shaped marks into the creamy flesh; your own darkened eyes meeting his as the rolls of your hips were forced into harsh bounces. Your teasing moans turned into desperation as you were speared repeatedly onto his cock. You craved the diminished restraint, his unbearable need for everything you, and just how violently he was willing to take it. 

You reveled in burning marks left by the carpet as you inevitably ended up manhandled to your knees. His relentless retaliation was a hand snug around your throat that forced struggled breathy pleas out into the room as you were dragged back against the fervent snaps of his hips. Your neck was bent at its brink by Steve’s thick fingers that flexed against the columns of your neck, threatening the strength hidden behind flesh and bone; the strength that could leave you seeing stars for weeks. 

You basked in the stutter of his movements, the strangled nonsensical rambling enveloped in lust-filled moans as he neared his end. The damp forehead that rested heavily on your back as his chest heaved for air. The fingers that bruised kisses into your neck that turned into soft strokes and kept your chin cradled comfortably as your deprived lungs sucked down the oxygen. The wet, delicate lips that left a trail down your spine as you’re flipped over and pulled into the heaven of his arms. The praise that left you a puddle, the kisses that melted the pain away.