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[notonemoment]

Jul 23, 2017

He knows things are back to normal immediately, and a smile spreads across his face. He can't help it. He might have gotten to where he didn't hate the female form Darrow had given him, but it still hadn't been his form. This is his body, he can feel that instantly, and it's such a relief that he actually laughs a little to himself.

Agron is still asleep next to him, and Steve rolls onto him, squishing the flat, muscular plane of his chest against Agron's, and he rubs his stubbly jaw against Agron's cheek.

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[notonemoment]

Steve grips Agron's elbow as he moves, making sure they stay close together as he settles on his back. "You didn't forget how I looked, did you?" he quips. It's easy to joke about it, now that he's back to normal. He doesn't have that underlying sense of wrongness, or the insecurity he'd felt at suddenly being different.

[osten_des_rhein]

"I would be hard pressed to forget," Agron assured through softly showered kisses. He sat up, straddling Steve now, and looked down at him adoringly. "Though I will not turn down opportunity to put the sight to memory once more."

[notonemoment]

Steve chuckles. He slides his fingers over Agron's thighs, just touching him. "I'm okay with you taking the time to do that," he admits. He shifts a little, pressing up against Agron's weight.

[osten_des_rhein]

"I can certainly take my time," Agron assured. He bent down and kissed him again, slow and lingering now, enjoying the weight of Steve's hands on his thighs.

[notonemoment]

Steve meets the kiss, slowly sliding one hand up over his hip, around to his back. There, his fingers just rub for a moment as he drinks in the kiss.

[osten_des_rhein]

It felt like a comfortable homecoming, somehow, to kiss Steve this way, to sit atop him like this and feel the strength of his hips underneath. There was no need to rush, in this warm place, the early morning light still a dewy gray outside the window.

[notonemoment]

Steve is content to take it slow, but it feels good, and it's exciting, to feel Agron against him like this. Even slow and lazy like this, it isn't long before Steve's dick wakes up. He chuckles a little against Agron's skin, not even a little embarrassed.

[osten_des_rhein]

Agron's own was stirring as they kissed, but to feel Steve aroused beneath him pressed the last edge to full arousal. He groaned softly, rocking his hips back against Steve's.

"I have missed this especially," he teased, rolling his hips languidly against his lover's, enjoying the heat of the movement.

[notonemoment]

"No kidding," Steve agrees. His voice is low, rough, when he feels Agron move over him like this. He moans softly, hands pressing against Agron's hips. "You did better than I think I could, though." He's not sure he's really expressed his appreciation to Agron for any of what he did while Steve was in the wrong body, but he plans to. A lot.

[osten_des_rhein]

"I will not press issue," Agron promised softly, smile curling his mouth ruefully, "if I find myself under similar curse."

He hadn't felt like he was doing a very good job. Kissing had been alright. Holding Steve, making him feel good, that had all been good. But it was an eyes-shut affair, and he felt guilty about that.

This wasn't that. He reached down and rubbed at Steve a moment, then leaned over to kiss him. "Lube..."

[notonemoment]

Steve groans a little, for a moment just caught up in the feel of Agron rubbing him. He can't bring himself to answer; he swings his arm wildly for the last place he'd known the lube to be. He closes his fingers around it, then presses deeper into the kiss with a hungry sound. Blindly, he finds Agron's free hand and presses the lube into it.

[osten_des_rhein]

The clumsy, blind hand off made Agron laugh softly against Agron's mouth. Doing all of this when he was so focused on kissing wasn't the easiest, but he refused to give up kissing.

He worked quickly, slicking fingers and sliding them inside. Every moment seemed a bit like an agony.

[notonemoment]

Steve makes a low sound as he feels Agron's fingers press in. He moves his hips to meet him, but grips his jaw, trying to keep him tight into the kiss. He loves the feel of their stubble rasping together, loves that he can actually feel that again.

[osten_des_rhein]

Agron groaned against the kiss. He had no intention of moving away from it, too intent on it now, but he stayed as focused as possible. There was desperation singing in him now, in both of them he knew. A week felt like a year, in that moment, even if they'd managed some fumbling together.

He stroked Steve lazily with his other hand, fingers working swiftly because he wanted this now. He was rushing. He needed the rush of it.

He slicked Steve's cock just a moment before easing his fingers out, replacing one stretch for another as he sank down on him with a soft groan against his mouth.

[notonemoment]

"Oh, fuck," he breathes. There's just something indescribably perfect about feeling Agron around him. He slides his hands to Agron's hips, clutching, and smears a kiss against his jaw.

[osten_des_rhein]

For a moment, as he sank, Agron didn't want to move at all. He took Steve in, and it felt a bit like what he imagined paradise to be like. He'd had moments like this before, after long periods of abstinence, when he was reunited with passion again. He recalled the first time he'd lain with Nasir like this, the feeling of rapture. And then he set the thought aside, and focused on this one instead.

He curled his fingers against Steve's head and clutched at him, settling all the way down and breathing raggedly for a moment. It was all desperation.