[Uncaring about the fact that they are still sopping from their shower, Steve lifts Bobby and wraps his legs around his torso taking him back to the bedroom. He could have easily taken him in the shower, but there would be other times for that. This time was special, their coming back together after being apart-- after Bobby almost dying and Steve realizing how much that meant to him.

This was something Steve needed more than he needed oxygen in the moment. He had become nearly desperate for the body that he laid out on the bed below him. Steve's mouth began to light up Bobby's with warmth, lapping at the water across his skin, sucking marks into him everywhere he could. Where Steve's mouth wasn't, his hands were. Fingers caressed the inside of Bobby's thighs, up to the crease and back down again.

Pushing Bobby up to the loft of pillows at the top of the bed, Steve climbs Bobby's body and presses down against him, grinding their bodies together tightly, letting the slickness of them offer a tantalizing lick of pleasure. ]

I don't know how I could have ever made it without you, Bobby. You are so important to me. You have to know that. I need you to know that. You are my ... you're in my heart. I care so much. I've never cared for anyone like I do you.