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Feb 14, 2017; later evening

Steve can't help but laugh a little as he walks with Agron back to his apartment. The party had been a wild success, he thinks, at least from his outsider's perspective. He's still feeling pleasant from the atmosphere, though he'd avoided the wine, and none of the cupid VIs had gotten him — but he'd seen people struck by petals and arrows alike, to differing effects.

He has his arm around Agron's waist, and he's glad the front of his uniform falls low enough, because Agron has been handsy for the last hour, and it's definitely having an effect on him. He's got his collar undone, revealing his left clavicle in an asymmetrical triangle. As they get to Steve's building, he finds his keys and gets them ready.

"How much did you have to drink?" he asks, more amused than anything. He's steadfastly ignoring that he'd seen Agron kiss another man, at least for now. He'll handle that later.

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[osten_des_rhein]

"Not as much as I am capable," Agron assured. He wasn't even stumbling, just giddy, pleased to be so near Steve, to admire him in that suit.

He was no great help in getting into the building, curling an arm around Steve's middle, and letting his other hand fall to his ass and squeeze.

"Enough that I can assist in removal of these damn pants."

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Steve laughs, but it's a breathless sound, when Agron grabs his ass. He gently elbows his arm back so he can focus on getting the doors unlocked, then pulls him inside.

"Come on, you," he tells him, and guides him into the kitchen so he can get them both some water.

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Agron followed dutifully, respectful--for the moment--of Steve shoving him back. Nasir had been consistent in those sorts of limits, and Agron was a quick learner; he would no more want someone to force himself on him than he would force himself.

But, by the gods, he wouldn't mind a little force.

In the kitchen, he let himself be bothersome again, curling around Steve and kissing at his neck. "Your jacket is too complicated," he whined softly.

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Steve huffs a laugh and braces himself against Agron's weight. He nearly drops their glasses, but manages to hang onto them long enough to fill them. He turns, pushing one into Agron's hand.

"Drink up," he says, offering a stern point for good measure.

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Agron backed off again, but his eyes were hungry. He took the glass and drank the water, slowly. When he couldn't look at Steve any longer because of the angle he was tilting his head back at, he reached out and caught his hip. Just to touch, for now. That was more than enough.

[notonemoment]

They've shared drinks, and they've flirted hard — and, of course, there's the sex — but Steve doesn't think he's ever seen Agron like this. He tries not to frown, and instead slides his hand over Agron's on his hip.

"Are you okay?" he asks seriously.

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The question was curious, because Agron wasn't sure he'd ever felt better. He smiled, setting his empty glass aside, and leaned in toward Steve, kissing at his neck slowly.

"It is difficult," he admitted against Steve's skin, "to keep hands to fucking self. On any occasion, but especially when you are looking most desirable."

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He's smooth, Steve has to give him that. He tilts his head to the side without even meaning to, and takes a slow breath. He pushes him back, though, gently but firmly.

"Agron," he starts, then sighs.

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There was the push again, and Agron went, but reluctantly and with a soft noise of protest. He didn't know why Steve was stopping him, fairly certain that they were both interested in this happening.

"What?" he asked, impressed that he didn't sound too irritated to be stopped. He brought his hands up, cupping Steve's jawline, though he kept a bit of space between them.

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He watches him, turns and nuzzled his palm briefly before sighing again.

"Who was that man you kissed?" he asks. He's not ashamed to admit that his eyes go sad remembering the scene.

[osten_des_rhein]

Agron was confused, for a moment. He was so utterly focused on this, on Steve and his uniform and the peek of his skin at his throat that Agron could hardly think of anything else.

He rewound the evening, and then burst out a soft, short laugh. He smiled, leaned in and touched his forehead to Steve's.

"Gannicus," he said, and then shook his head. "My brother, a fellow gladiator and rebel under Spartacus. I was caught in my moment. Apologies--it meant nothing."

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Steve hesitates, letting it sink in. Then he nudges their noses together. "It's not funny," he points out, though his voice is quiet, not yet upset or hurt. He lowers his hands to Agron's hips and holds, gently. "It isn't nothing to me, Agron. You kissed another man. If you're going to be with me, I need to know you're with me."

He doesn't mean to overwhelm or corner Agron. He doesn't want to make him feel pressured into a relationship he might not truly want. But Steve had realized tonight, seeing Agron kiss another man even briefly, that he cares, a lot, for him. The spike of jealousy he'd felt had been sharp and unfamiliar. He doesn't want to feel it again.

[osten_des_rhein]

Agron pulled at the edges of his mirth, searched Steve's face from close for a moment. He smudged a thumb against his cheek, and then nudged his nose back.

"It isn't," Agron agreed softly. They stood in the quiet closeness of Steve's kitchen, and Agron tried to make sure his mind was clear enough to string the words together before he said a single thing.

When he did, it was soft, curious. "I did kiss another man. I should not have. I have been known for jealousy, and I should have thought what it might look like--there is no excuse." Agron could have blamed the wine, still pumping in him, and that burning heat of being near a body he felt so strongly for. He brushed a kiss on Steve's mouth, but it was sweet, chaste, for now. "Apologies. I am here with you."

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Again, Steve is quiet, lets this sink into him. He moves his hands up to Agron's face, cupping his jaw similarly, and he kisses him deeply, sharply, like he's trying to claim him and clean anyone else from his lips.

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The kiss was abrupt, but Agron met it instantly. He groaned, pressing himself close now that Steve wasn't pushing him back. He'd been waiting for this for ages, it felt like, like he'd been holding his breath until this moment and could finally let go and breathe again.

He smiled against Steve's lips, a tender gesture despite the weight. Without really moving his mouth back, he murmured, "I have been waiting to go home with you since I saw you tonight."

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Steve nuzzles into another deep kiss as soon as Agron's done speaking. He licks into his mouth, then presses their foreheads together.

"Yes," he agrees, because if he doesn't say only that, he'll start talking about all of the things he wants to do to Agron — and he's never really been very good at sexy talk, so he doesn't. He just pulls him close, as tightly to him as he can with their layers of clothes separating them.

[osten_des_rhein]

Agron smiled against Steve's mouth, his kisses, the vigor of his attention now that they had settled into things.

He stooped, just enough to catch Steve at his thighs, supporting him in lifting him up quickly. Despite their difference in height, they were of a similar weight, and Agron had trained to move bodies around--though maybe not quite like this.

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Steve does his best to help, gripping Agron's hips with his thighs. But that's about all Agron gets out of him: he continues to kiss him even as they move, tasting any flavors, real or imagined, he can find.

[osten_des_rhein]

Agron did his best to navigate them blind, focused on kissing Steve back with a fervor that was only fueled by the wine. He murmured in soft German between and around each kiss, promises and adorations and sweet commitment.

They reached the bedroom, and Agron tumbled them into the bed.

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Steve moans softly when they land, and he swiftly rolls them. He nips Agron's jaw, then starts to look for ways to strip him down — straps, buckles, ties, anything. He himself is still fully dressed, right down to his shoes, and he debates backing off to take them off, at least, before they continue.

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Agron saw Steve searching the pants and subligaria he was wearing, perhaps as confounded by those as Agron was by Steve's own outfit. He reached for Steve's hands, and guided them to the various ties and tucks of fabric, until it was easy to strip the clothing away.

"I doubt I will have such good luck with yours," Agron said, more needy growl than murmur. He didn't want to tear the clothes off Steve's body, but the idea might have crossed his mind more than once.

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Steve huffs a laugh and leans down to kiss over Agron's skin as it's revealed to him. Once done, he leans up over him and draws Agron's hands to his clothes, and similarly shows him where the fasteners are. There's a fine zipper in his trousers and the asymmetrical closure of his shirt, which has decorative button closures as well to clean up the lines. And while Agron is working on that, he stretches back a little to shove his shoes and socks off.

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Agron managed to undress Steve without tugging at the seams. He lingered in stripping off his pants, fondling him through the front of his shorts. Just touching him shot heat through Agron, made him shiver with desire.

Once he had Steve down to skin--or, as much skin as he could get to in his impatience, he sat up a bit and kissed at him: his neck, his chest, bowing his back to try and kiss down his belly without having to adjust their positions. He liked the weight of Steve on top of him.

[notonemoment]

Steve combs his fingers into Agron's hair. He moans softly to feel Agron's ministrations, but eventually, he moved down to kiss him.

"I want to fuck you," he whispers. He needs it, really. He feels like he needs to claim Agron, to remind him, physically, that he can't have anyone else. It'd a visceral, unfamiliar feeling.

[osten_des_rhein]

Agron groaned against Steve's mouth, those words and the brush of Steve's lips as he said them. He nodded, swift, emphatic. He wanted it. He would have settled for anything, in that moment, but to listen to the heat in Steve's voice set him to burning.

"How do you want me?"