[ These moments are what Steve grows to live for, moments stolen with his beloved to keep him going amidst all the dreary politics and pissing contests. Royalty, he reflects, are sometimes not all that different from the masses; but people need a story and a fairytale, something to strive towards.

This is his very own fairytale, him and his beautiful prince, and he pins him down to the bed as he fingerfucks him, slow and thorough. He wants him to feel every inch, filled and prepared for Steve to eventually penetrate him. He's bigger than this and they both know it. Kissing his mouth to hopefully keep him quiet, he smiles wickedly. ]

You won't do that. Your heart will break first. [ Because they both know what a soft spot he has for him. He revels in their love, the intimacy that they share. ] Mmm. You feel so good around my fingers. Tell me how you like it.