Stonathan ❤️

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NOT MINE!! 

all credits go to SnowButterfly on ao3

There are a lot of things that Steve loves about Jonathan. To list a few things, his kind and caring nature, his hilarious, dry wit, and his sharp mind. But right now, Steve is more focused on what he physically loves.

Jonathan's shorter and smaller than him, but even still, he's solid and robust. His body is dense with lean muscle, honed after years of hard labor that comes with minimum wage jobs for teens and housework.

Under the layers of covering clothing, Jonathan is nothing but lean. He has so much force behind him, but it rarely is utilized, switched out for gentle touches and words. He has the potential to do so much harm, but he would never even consider doing so unless he absolutely had to.

Steve has been on the forefront of this fact. In all his years of being in scuffles and sports, he had never been struck so hard, and ever since, he doesn't think he's been hit as hard. He'll never forget the feel of Jonathan's knuckles driving into his face, cracking both his jaw and the false image of him that he had started to believe.

Billy had kicked his ass, but Hargrove was uncoordinated, doing everything he could to get a hit off. Jonathan was coordinated, focusing on doing the most damage with precise strikes. Even when overcome by emotion, he's careful, knowing what he's doing in a way.

When Steve finally got together with Jonathan after Nancy realized she was better on her own, blazing her own trail, this controlled strength still fascinated him. This is especially true around Jonathan's hands.

Jonathan's hands are large for his body, almost the same size as Steve's, and his fingers are long and thin. The skin is rough and calloused from cleaning theatres with harsh chemicals and working without gloves. But every touch is light and warm as he holds Steve's hand or works his camera, getting the exact angle he needs for a shot.

Steve's shown his love for Jonathan's hands plenty of times, often kissing his knuckles and fingers and calling them pretty. But he wants more.

Steve isn't sure when it happened, but the idea of Jonathan's control and his rough hands soon got him hot and bothered. He knows that Jonathan would never hurt him and would get nauseous at the thought, but that just makes Steve want it more.

Jonathan already tends to suffocate him with his presence. Would it be that much of a stretch for him to do it physically, those long fingers around his neck?

When Steve broached the subject to Jonathan for the first time, the other shot him down as gently as possible. Despite Steve's confidence in him, Jonathan doesn't trust himself to not go too far and really hurt him.

Steve was okay with this. He was disappointed, sure, but he'd never force something Jonathan didn't want to do. However, after a couple weeks, Jonathan is the one to bring it up, shyly asking if he would still be up for that.

Now, Steve and Jonathan are both naked in the former's bed, both already peppered with various hickies and sporting kiss-bruised lips.

"You're sure about this?" Jonathan asks once again, slotted between Steve's legs.

"Totally," Steve says.

"And you remember what to do if you want to stop?"

"Yep." Steve reaches up, tapping Jonathan's arm three times.

"Good."

The pair don't get to that part yet, though. Firstly, Jonathan reaches down with pre-lubed fingers and starts to tease at his boyfriend's hole. He slips inside, drawing a gasp out of Steve.