Oooooh how about Steve/Peter with dialogue prompt 11 if you're still doing that!! Love ya! ~ Rae
Sketch | Spidershield, #11. "Is this okay?" "It's perfect" I got you Rae!š„° @starks-sweetheart
Contains: (trans)guy Peter, fluff.
Steve hadnāt let Peter see his sketchbook, he assumed it was because he felt self conscious over his art skills. Which was a shock to Peter given heād seen other art of Steveās, he was clearly very talented.
Theyād been dating for a little while and had been taking it slow at Steveās insistence because I want to do this right by you. Peter was young, needy for it at times but found it sweet he was old fashioned in that way.
One day a slip of Peterās hand revealed the bigger reason for Steveās hesitation to show him the book's contents. He had accidentally knocked it clumsily, pushing it onto the floor. When Peter looked down what he saw had his already guilt flushed cheeks darkening.
The sketchbook was open, revealing not one but two drawings of him. On the right side his face, a close up of him smiling. Steve made him look soft and light, like sunshine.
The sketch on the left was him, obviously from Steveās imagination. He was kneeling on the floor, shirtless with rosy cheeks, in a position heād never been seen in before. Steve had even included his top surgery scars which made his heart feel full, they were courtesy of Mr Starkās generosity.
The image was cut off at his waist, it was hardly even provocative but Peter knew. It had heat pooling in his stomach and his mind running wild. He quickly snatched it up before Steve entered the room again, knowing the perfect- but terrifying- way to show him it was okay.
The next day Steve walked into his room to find Peter kneeling, copying how he was drawn. Looking up at Steve with a mix of anxiety, excitement and mischievousness.
The reality dawned on Steve who had been stunned speechless for an embarrassing few seconds. āOh god, you saw-ā
Peter cut off the apology that was no doubt coming. āI thought this would be better, the proportions were a bit off,ā he mused with a cheeky smile, heart racing. Please, donāt tell me to leave.
āIs that so?ā Steve read him easily, eyes softening before he smirked and shut the door behind himself.
Steve got a pillow from his bed, not wanting him to be uncomfortable. Peter watched confusedly before he instructed gently, āFor your knees, lift up for a second.ā Not that he really needed to with the way Steve lifted him, placing him back down onto the pillow, leaving Peter flustered and mumbling his thanks.
Steve then sat down on the edge of the bed, picking up his sketchbook and pencils. āI better get this one just right then, baby.ā Truthfully he didnāt think any artwork could live up to the beauty that was Peter.
Peter bit his lip, shifting to get comfortable, āIs this okay?ā
Steve hadnāt been able to pull his eyes away, āItās perfect.ā He breathed out, āYouāre perfect.ā
His smile was encouraging even with his eyes gleaming with something more, the butterflies in Peterās stomach wouldnāt go away. Steveās attention was addictive, he soaked it up eagerly and let himself enjoy being the focus of it.
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