[There's a deep rumble of something like approval from the back of his throat that tapers off into something softer when Steve's fingers wind through his hair.
His mouth splits into a smile against Steve's lips and he nips lightly at his lower lip, playful, and mumbles: ]
C'mon... I'm not made of porcelain. [He chuckles and chases him for another kiss, a little more intense at the start this time.]
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His mouth splits into a smile against Steve's lips and he nips lightly at his lower lip, playful, and mumbles: ]
C'mon... I'm not made of porcelain. [He chuckles and chases him for another kiss, a little more intense at the start this time.]