⸺ • 🕷 • ⸺ the contrast between all of the alters was a truly fascinating thing to experience ; from marc's stoicism and orderliness to jake's unpredictability and chaos, steven was a breath of fresh air. gentle and calm, a warm summers day that envelopes you in a soothing hug and tells you that everything is going to be okay. with steven, he felt safe, wholeheartedly trusting him and placing himself at spxtr's mercy without a doubt or fear. he, of course, felt the same with marc and jake but there was just something about steven that made it run a little deeper, a little more.
the collar around his neck felt heavy and weightless at the same time, as if it had always belonged there and as if he felt the weight of the ownership. steven's eyes meet his and a smile creeps onto lips, gentle and slow and warm. eyes close as his cheek nuzzles against his knee with a content sigh, a fuzzy feeling tingly in his gut and the thrill going even more south. the tug gains his attention, looking back up at him as he spoke. oh, that he can do.
he shifts from sitting to on his knees, hands trailing along thighs to palm him through pants. other hand drifts up and beneath his shirt, pushing it up to place kisses over his stomach, letting the hand wander and touch him. hands drift to unbutton the pants after a few more kisses, parting it and dipping a hand beneath underwear to free his dick. tongue wets lips, a brief glance meeting honeyed eyes before he takes steven within his mouth, head bobbing and cheeks hollowing, slow and steady. he doesn't want to rush this.
