✿ for a playful turned possessive kiss / kiss drabble / accepting <3
of course, steve had other places to be. they both did, between filming and moving furniture into the new place, both had been incredibly busy, barely getting to the evenings without being exhausted. promises of just one more week ticked down into days, until they got to the final twenty four hours. by this time tomorrow, they would officially live under the same roof, with all the benefits and costs of that idea.
and, they were finally winding down, jonathan scrolling through the comments of his most recent blog while steve searched around for where the thermostat was ( ‘in my old place, it was near the bedroom, why isn’t it always near the bedroom ?? ‘ ). the mindless scroll of comments that didn’t say much new, the occasional long reply that meant something, though most was just filler.
until he hits the inevitable comments with crushes. the first few are short as always, empty compliments, things that don’t ring true to the creator, eventually turning into long form confessions of love. every personality got them, though recently they were becoming more elaborate, more effort into getting any sort of answer from him.
steve always pretended he didn’t mind, teasing fingers reaching for tense muscle to announce his presence, snooping over the other’s shoulder is vague curiosity. smile breaks as soon as he reads the line “i have always loved you,” reaching over to distract from the screen with other means. lips pass teasingly across jonathan’s neck, craning to catch a protest with his mouth, pushing together with more force to swallow the words where they start.
slow, as is his tendency, there’s no hesitation to deepen the contact, sparking something more than just affectionate beginnings. pulling away slightly, he cards fingers through the other’s hair before tugging back, going back to his previous task. in little time at all, teeth and tongue meet flesh to mark territory, sucking a deep bruise with control.
despite the mess he’s made, steve pulls away with satisfaction, pecking jonathan’s lips before leaving again, off to go attempt at remaking his ikea coffee table.
