His hands remained pressed on Steve's cheeks, his fingers hooking a little around the underside of his friend's jaw so that he could apply just a little pressure and draw Steve's face up to look at his. He smirked at the stammered words and shook his head a bit. He wondered if kissing a man was like kissing a woman; it couldn't be that different, right?

He ignored the sound of Steve's jacket hitting the floor. "Well, I can't kiss myself, now can I?" In the end, it came to a joke before he lowered his mouth over Steve's, releasing the tension on his fingers so his friend could pull away if it was unwanted attention.