Steve whimpered softly, moaning as Peter sucked at him, touched and teased him. Everything his husband did brought him a little bit more out of the memories of the mission and more into being focused on finally being home once more. “Trust you more than anyone,” he whispered, titling his head to one side as Peter’s mouth found his neck and the other’s hand wrapped around and stroked them both.
Peter moved slowly, taking his time as he did so, stroking his hand just a little faster as he kissed up Steve’s neck and leaned to kiss his husband deeply. “You can always trust me, Steve. I will never, ever, hurt you.” he swore softly. He kissed a trail down Steve’s body, reaching to grab their lube and coat his fingers. While he kissed along Steve’s chest, biting little bruises into the skin that would fade in time, his fingers moved to tease at Steve’s entrance, easing one finger into the blonde. “Gonna take good care of you, baby. My love, my mate, my husband.” he whispered. “Focus on me and come home.”
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