Steve didn't bother dressing up for his next 'date' with Kas. Since they were going straight to the hotel room, he didn't see the point. But he had showered, prepped, scrubbed himself clean, and then spent forever fixing up his hair so it was perfect. Robin only rolled her eyes when he finally left the bathroom.

"What, is it sticking up at the back?" Steve touched his hair carefully, frowning when it felt normal.

"No, you look fine."

"Fine?"

"Amazing. Wonderful. Delicious." She laughed when Steve covered her mouth, pulling his hand away to ask, "Was that any better?"

"No."

"It's just gonna get messed up."

"And?" He laughed as she scrunched her nose. "Like you aren't spending almost every night with Chrissy. Is that a hickey on your neck?"

Robin pulled her collar up with a grin. "Maybe. You should come with me sometime and finally meet Eddie. He's actually pretty sweet, especially with Charlie around. She'd love to see you too, doesn't stop talking about you."

Steve shook his head, fighting back a smile. "I'm her teacher. I'm not going to… hang out with her at her home."

"Or make out with her father either."

"Nope. Instead, I'm going to make out with Kas. So, does my hair look good or not?"

"Yes." It looked painful for her to admit.

"Thank you. Now, if you'll excuse me, it's my turn to get laid." He blew Robin a kiss and hurried out.

Steve grabbed the paper waiting on the side on his way out, his test results. He'd asked Kas to get tested, too, and he'd agreed, so Steve was hopeful they could ditch the condoms tonight. The thought had him quickening his pace, following his phone across the city to the destination Kas had sent.

If he ended up dead, Robin had his phone's location. After she spent the weekend with some girl without telling him, and he went ballistic, they agreed to share their locations. It was a little comfort, even if he felt safe with Kas. It was more for Robin than him. She liked to get around a lot. This thing with Chrissy made him nervous, but for once, Robin was sticking it out. Maybe they would make something of it, or maybe Steve would have to make awkward small talk with Chrissy in the future.

On the back of that depressing thought, he reached the hotel.

It was even nicer than the last one, and Steve felt a little conspicuous when he walked inside in his jeans and sweater. Still, when he gave the name Underhill to the receptionist, he was given a key and directed to the room.

He'd arrived first, finding the room empty and undisturbed. He looked around curiously, but there was nothing strange about the room, so he sat in a chair to wait for Kas. He didn't have long to wait. Not even ten minutes had passed before the door opened again, and Kas walked in. Steve got up, surprised but also pleased when he was immediately pulled into an embrace, Kas kissing him until they were both breathless.

"Hi," Steve murmured when they broke apart. "Missed me?"

"Something like that." Kas' mouth crooked up slightly in a half smile. "You look good."

"Liar."

"Oh, I'm serious. Sweaters are very becoming on you."

Steve laughed when Kas squeezed his ass, leaning in to nip at his bottom lip. "Shut up and take it off then."

Shoved back on the bed, Steve barely had time to sit up before Kas had thrown off his jacket and was pinning him down again. Their lips met bruisingly; a moan shared between them. Steve's hands snaked up to tie Kas' hair back, always having a spare hair tie on him just in case, and cupped his face, smiling into the softening kiss.

"I got you something," he whispered, nodding towards the bedside table.

"Mmm, what's that?" Kas got off him and picked up the paper, his frown smoothing out as he looked down at the results. "Uh, I've got mine somewhere, too, if you wanna see it. Shit, where's my jacket gone?"

Steve laughed as Kas sat up to find it, fisting his shirt to pull him back into another kiss. "Forget it. I trust you."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." Steve slipped a hand under his shirt, thumb finding his nipple to tease the piercing. Kas exhaled shakily, eyes fluttering shut. "I wanna feel you, Kas. Really feel you. Wanna know what those piercings can do. You didn't wear earrings?"

"Forgot, Princess. Next time."

He leaned in to kiss Steve again, but the light caught on something in his hair. Steve touched the loose curl, laughing when he realized. "Why is there glitter in your hair?"

Kas frowned, touching the strand, too. "Oh, don't worry about that. A little project at home." He kissed Steve before he could ask more, making him forget all about it when their hips ground together.

A knock at the door broke them apart, and Steve groaned when Kas sat up. "Leave it."

"Nah, Princess, that's the main event." Kas grinned, pressing one last kiss to his lips before jumping up to answer. Steve pulled the covers up, but whoever it was, Kas didn't let them in. He just said thanks and brought in a trolley laden with dishes. Steve sat up curiously as Kas wheeled it in front of the bed. "Ta-da!"

"Dinner?"

"Dessert," Kas corrected, taking the lid of the first plate to reveal chocolate-covered strawberries. He brought the dish to the bed and sat beside him, holding one out. The chocolate was still warm as he traced it over Steve's lips. "Open up, sweetheart. Gotta let me know how it tastes."

Steve obeyed, opening his mouth to bite into the fruit. The double helping of sweetness bursting across his tongue made his mouth water.

"Good?" Kas prompted, so he nodded back. And then he was licking into Steve's mouth, tasting it right off his tongue. His smile was smug when they broke apart. "Not bad."

"What else do you have?" Steve was up before Kas could stop him, kneeling at the end of the bed to take off the second cover. It was cut pieces of mango covered in some kind of glazing. Steve stuck a finger in it to try and discovered it was honey. "Are you some kind of food connoisseur?" He asked Kas, impressed.

"Nah. I know how to use Google."

Steve laughed, bringing the plate back to Kas. Instead of sitting next to him, though, he opted to sit on his lap and picked up a piece of the fruit, pressing it to Kas' lips. "Try it."

He did, sucking the honey off Steve's fingers and hummed appreciatively. "Very good."

Biting into one, Steve laughed when Kas stole the other half, their lips brushing together teasingly. He leaned forward to kiss him again, forgetting the food in favor of Kas' mouth, sucking on his tongue piercing. Grinding forward, Steve groaned as his cock strained uncomfortably in his jeans. Kas seemed to agree, yanking Steve's sweater up to make him pull it off and leaned back to get rid of his shirt, too.

Immediately entranced by all the tattoos again, Steve got distracted until Kas pressed another strawberry to his lips. "Eat."

Steve did, moaning when Kas slid two fingers into his mouth, pressing down on his tongue. He grabbed Kas' wrist to keep him there, licking the chocolate off his fingers before letting him take his hand back. His spit-slick hand trailed a cool path down to Steve's nipple, rolling and pinching the bud between his fingers, and electricity jolted down to Steve's cock, hips jerking forward, a whine falling from his lips.

"That's it, sweetheart. Let me hear you."

"Kas, fuck, Kas," Steve panted, grinding against his thigh to relieve himself. "Gotta take off my pants. It hurts."

"Yeah?" Kas toyed with the zipper, searching Steve's face. "I don't think you want it bad enough yet."

"But-"

Kas grabbed his face, squeezing his cheeks so he couldn't talk. "Ah, ah, ah, no complaining. Here, have some more mango."

Steve ate obediently and was rewarded with a kiss.

"Keep going. No one said to stop." Kas pushed his thigh against Steve's crotch, shoving another strawberry into his mouth when he moaned. "Come on, Princess. We still got a lot of food here. Let's not waste it."

Each time Steve finished a piece of fruit, he got another kiss. Each kiss had him rutting against Kas' thigh harder, and he couldn't focus on the food, the sweet substance dripping from his mouth as he panted. Kas quickly licked it up, invading Steve's mouth to finish the job. Heat was pooling in Steve's stomach, so hot it was like he was burning up. "C-cant," he said when Kas picked up another strawberry. "Kas, I can't. No more. So fucking close."

"You sure?" Kas cooed. "Just one more, baby, I promise. Finish this, and I'll get those pants off, hmm?"

Steve nodded, lips closing around Kas' fingers to eat the damn thing, cock giving another painful throb as it dragged against his thigh.

"Perfect. You did so well. Let's get these off." Kas helped him onto his back, kneeling between his spread thighs. Steve looked down eagerly as Kas unzipped his jeans, groaning in relief as the pressure eased. "Good?"

Steve could only nod, focused on the ringed fingers slipping into his pants, and his head fell back as they wrapped around his cock. It felt so good. Too fucking good. Steve's eyes snapped open, and he tried to warn Kas, but before he could, his orgasm hit him so hard it left him gasping, hips trembling as he came over Kas' hand and his underwear.

Shame crept in as the pleasure faded, and Steve's cheeks burned. "I- I- fuck, s-shit, that wasn't…" he pulled away, yanking his jeans back up, but Kas grabbed him, stopping the flood of apologies with a heated kiss.

"Don't you apologize for anything. That was fucking hot. You were so wound up, huh, couldn't help yourself?"

Steve shook his head, managing a smile. "You're not mad?"

"No, Princess, 'course not. I didn't say you couldn't cum." Kas pressed one last kiss to his lips and smirked. "But now you gotta clean me up. Made a mess all over my hand. Your choice, honey or chocolate?"

"Honey."

Kas hummed, running his fingers through the plate before bringing them to Steve's lips. The taste of honey and cum was addictive, and he cleaned Kas' hand, licking off every last drop. When he let go, Kas caught his chin to lean in and kiss him. "Good job, Princess. Let me clean this up, and you get comfortable, okay?"

Steve nodded, stripping out of his messy underwear and jeans. He could hear water running in the bathroom as he settled back on the bed, surprised Kas had managed to keep the sheets clean. A tube of lube had been put on the side, so he picked it up. By the time Kas returned, he was three fingers deep inside himself.

He looked momentarily stunned, mouth open in surprise, but quickly snapped into action, approaching the bed again. "Couldn't wait, huh?" Not waiting for an answer, Kas grabbed his wrist and freed his hand, pinning both to the bed. Ignoring Steve's whine of displeasure, he grabbed the lube. "Since you're so eager, you can do all the work then."

Steve blinked as the lube hit him in the chest, sitting up to watch Kas finally get out of his pants and settle naked next to him. He was hard, cock laying heavily on his stomach and the head glistening with precum. Steve wanted to taste him. Circling fingers around the base of his cock, Steve licked a strip up the shaft, taking the head into his mouth to taste him. Better than any fruit.

Ringed fingers wound in his hair, not pulling but resting there as a comfort. Steve hummed softly, and Kas' hips twitched, threatening to push deeper. Steve would let him. But Kas gently pulled him off, pressing his thumb into Steve's spit-slicked bottom lip. "Next time, Princess. Right now, I want you to get that pretty ass up here and ride me."

Wasting no time settling on Kas' thighs, Steve grabbed the lube again to slick up his cock, taking a little more time than necessary to rub his thumb over the piercings again. "Did it hurt?"

"A little. All worth it, though."

"Wanna feel it." The thought slipped out without permission, and Steve blushed.

"Yeah?" Kas grinned, holding Steve still by his chin so they could look at each other. His fingers were warm, soft little shocks following them as the rough pad of his thumb traced Steve's cheek. "I'm all yours."

Steve idly wished that was true but quickly pushed the thought away. It was sex. Fucking amazing sex, but just sex all the same.

Instead of considering that rabbit hole, Steve focused back on the task at hand, Kas' dick. He remembered how it felt last time, Kas fucking into him so hard it ached afterwards. Two weeks of waiting for this. Steve wasn't going to waste another second.

Sinking down on Kas' cock, Steve relished the stretch and exhaled a soft laugh, fingers digging into his chest. Easy enough with the prep in the shower earlier and his fingers recently. Steve shuddered at the feeling of the piercings dragging inside him, hesitating for a second.

"Okay?" Kas asked, rubbing a soothing circle into his hip.

Steve nodded, biting his bottom lip to hide a smile. "I'm good. Wanna feel it."

"Oh, Princess, we got all night."

Grinding down onto Kas with slow, measured movements to keep him trapped right where he wanted him, Steve laughed breathlessly. Fuck, the piercings were better than he could have imagined, making Steve's cock throb with each rise and fall of his hips. Kas seemed content to let him do all the work, one arm behind his head and the other tracing lazy patterns across Steve's thigh.

"You should see yourself right now. So beautiful, Princess."

Steve shuddered as the featherlight touches moved along his cock, up his shaft to tease the head. He was hard again, heat coiling in his stomach at the touch. It felt good but nowhere near enough to make him orgasm. The sharp, stinging sensation of his nipple being pinched had him tightening around Kas with a gasp, a stuttering moan falling from his lips. "K-kas!"

"That's it. Say my name again?"

"Kas," he breathed. "Oh, god, Kas, feels so good."

"You like it?"

"Love it. Love your dick."

Kas looked particularly smug about that, fingers curling around the base of Steve's cock to stroke him slowly. Another pinch to his other nipple jolted Steve, hips falling fast and forcing a moan out of him as Kas brushed his prostate. "Use it properly, then. You wanna cum? Make me cum first, and I'll give you what you want."

Riding him in earnest, Steve almost came on the spot when Kas planted his feet and began fucking back into him. "Ah! Wait, too fast."

"Come on, Princess, I'm close. Just a little more." Kas sat up suddenly, the angle becoming deeper, and they both groaned.

Nodding, barely hearing the words, Steve kept going even as his thighs started to seize from the strain. The friction on his cock trapped between them was just right, and with a well-aimed thrust, Steve spilled over their stomachs with a stuttering gasp, grabbing at Kas to hold on as his thrusts harshened.

A few moments later, Kas came too, cock throbbing inside Steve, grip causing bruises on his hips. Not that Steve cared. He loved having the marks—something to remember Kas by until next time.

Exhausted after two orgasms, Steve barely noticed he was being lowered onto the bed until his head hit the pillow. Humming, he cracked an eye open to watch Kas get up and go back into the bathroom. He returned a moment later with a damp cloth to clean Steve up with, carefully removing the mess from between his legs and stomach.

He was just falling asleep, comfortable and sated, when a lubed finger pushed inside him, nudging against his prostate. Steve jolted awake, body tensing, and it was only Kas' other hand against his chest that kept him down. "W-what?"

"Can you go again, Princess? I wanna see it one more time. I think you've got it in you," Kas cooed, kissing him before he could respond. "Tell me to stop."

Steve shook his head, forcing himself to relax. He wasn't sure he could cum again, but it felt good regardless. The sharp sting of overstimulation soon faded to a pleasant burn, making Steve's legs tremble as he panted. Despite it, he was still soft, unable to get hard and whined when Kas touched his cock. "Not there."

"Want me to stop?"

"No." Steve grabbed his wrist when he tried to pull his fingers out, looking at Kas imploringly. "I can do it."

"Yeah?" Kas' fingers brushed his prostate again, Steve's eyes fluttering shut at the touch. "You're so beautiful right now. Wish you could see this."

Steve nodded, barely hearing the words over the pounding in his ears. Something was happening, the pleasure crescendoing to an orgasm that couldn't be an orgasm. His entire body tensed, clenching around Kas' fingers as it overtook him, but he didn't cum; his spent cock could only twitch in a valiant effort, but nothing came out. Only when the blood stopped pounding in his ears and his body collapsed on the soft bed, did he finally let Kas go, brain completely scrambled by the overwhelming sensation.

"Shh, it's okay, Princess. I got you." Kas bundled him up in his arms, rubbing the feeling back into his limbs as Steve came down from a high he'd never experienced before.

Finally, his heart stopped racing, and despite the occasional twitch, he felt in control again. Steve found himself pressed into Kas' chest, nose nudged against the dragon tattoo. He reached up to trace the dark lines, following the tail that wrapped around his ribs. "You'd make a good rockstar, y'know? With the hair, the piercings, the tattoos."

Kas huffed a soft laugh. "What makes you think I'm not one?"

"Are you?"

"Once upon a time." His reply was soft, and Steve wasn't sure Kas meant for him to hear. "Or something like that, anyway. Doesn't matter now. I'm not that person anymore."

"So, who are you?"

Kas tilted Steve's head up to look at him properly and smiled. "I'm just Kas. Nothing else matters here, does it."

"No." Steve was the one to lean in and initiate the kiss. Soft, a gentle press of lips that carried only a hint of sweetness from earlier. "Mmm, you taste like strawberries."

"There's some left. But the chocolate will have gone hard. Do you want one?"

"No. Not hungry."

"Anything else you want?"

"No." Steve sighed and rested his head on Kas' chest again. Kas began humming, running his fingers through Steve's hair, the locks no longer styled after everything. His heartbeat was slow and steady, lulling Steve into a stupor. "Stay a little longer."

Steve only woke when Kas got up and watched as he grabbed his clothes, starting to pull them back on. With a heavy sigh, he got up to wrap an arm around his waist, pressing his palm to his chest. "Hey, can I ask you a personal question?"

"What was rule number one, Princess?"

"We keep our private lives separate." Steve huffed, biting Kas' ear, which earned him a chuckle. "I promise it's not bad."

"Fine, but I'm not promising an answer."

Steve smiled, kissing Kas' cheek before whispering, "What's your favorite treat? Food-wise, I mean."

Kas considered it so long that Steve was sure he wouldn't get an answer. So he was surprised when Kas answered, "Strudels."

"Strudels?"

"Yep. Love them so much that one time I got sick eating too many with my cousin. You can bet we weren't left alone around pastries unsupervised again after that." Kas rolled his eyes when Steve laughed. "Yeah, laugh it up. Not so cool and mysterious now, huh?"

"Only a little," Steve said consolingly. "If it makes you feel better, I got sick eating too many raspberries once. So I'm glad you didn't order any of them."

"That's not true. Who the hell gets sick eating raspberries?"

"Me!" Steve laughed into his shoulder and then kissed it with a sigh. "It's not that late."

"I suppose. How about you go shower, and I'll clean up in here."

"Yeah?" Steve kissed him again before jumping up, immediately regretting it because his legs felt like jelly. Kas quickly caught him with a knowing smile. "I'm okay."

"You better be after three orgasms."

Steve rolled his eyes, failing not to blush. All he said was, "You better still be here when I get out," before pulling free to make his way into the bathroom.

"Anything for you, Princess!"

He spent most of the shower letting the warm water soothe his aching muscles, very reluctant to get out. It was only the thought of Kas waiting for him that finally convinced Steve to leave, wrapping a towel firmly around his waist before going back into the bedroom. He didn't want to tempt Kas into another round, unsure if his body could handle it.

But Kas was still fully dressed, and he had a new set of dishes waiting for them, along with what smelled like coffee. Curious, Steve joined him on the freshly changed bed sheets and looked at the plate full of tiny sandwiches and biscuits.

"English tea," Kas explained before he could ask. "If there's one thing the Brits have got right, it's how to eat when you're not really hungry. But I got coffee instead of tea, hope you don't mind. Not much of a tea person myself."

Steve only shrugged and accepted a mug. He sat beside Kas, taking small bites of the sandwiches he was offered but refused the biscuits.

"Not hungry?"

"Too much fruit."

"Yeah." Kas smiled, putting it back on the plate. "Sorry about that, but you were so pretty I didn't want you to stop."

Steve smiled back, leaning in to kiss him, fingers tangling in Kas' curls as their bodies pressed together. He could only laugh when Kas shoved him down, bouncing slightly on the bed before he was pinned again, their lips reconnecting instantly. Steve had never kissed someone like Kas, where it felt like everything but so simple at the same time. As easy as breathing.

When they finally broke apart, Steve was breathless but floating with warmth. He felt ridiculously happy, even more so when Kas kissed his nose before getting up with a groan.

"You better put some clothes on, Princess. I don't think you can go another round."

He was right, so reluctantly, Steve sat up as his clothes were tossed on the bed and began to pull them on. Once he was fully dressed again, Kas rejoined him. He didn't want to say goodbye yet, prolonging the moment by absorbing himself in Kas' hands, tracing the lines of his palms and examining his rings.

"Where did you get these?"

"Gifts from my uncle." Kas flipped his hand around to link their fingers together and squeezed. "Sweetheart, as much as I wanna stay here with you, I can't."

"Right. Somebody needs you."

"Yes." But this time, it was Kas who hesitated at the final moment. He stayed beside Steve, holding his hand so tight their fingers were turning white. "Two weeks, okay?"

"Okay." Steve's eyes fluttered shut as they shared one more kiss, and then Kas was leaving, disentangling himself from Steve and heading for the door. "Kas?"

He turned back, an almost hopeful look in his eyes.

"Get home safe."

"You too, Princess." And blowing a kiss, he was gone.

Steve sighed and fell back on the bed, feeling thoroughly exhausted. He wanted to sleep but not yet. His own bed was calling. And Robin, apparently. Steve answered the phone with a tired, "Yeah?"

"Still alive then?"

"Sure but definitely not kicking. Something wrong?"

"No. I'm ordering tacos. Do you want some?"

"Is that a question?" He smiled when she laughed. "I'll be back soon."

"If you can still walk, he didn't do a good enough job."

"Trust me, Kas did just fine."

"Gross. See you soon, dingus."

"Love you too, Rob." Steve hung up and, with a heavy sigh, heaved himself from the bed. Only Robin and the promise of tacos could get him moving so soon after getting his brain scrambled like that.

Robin only smirked when he walked in half an hour later, ruffling his ruined hair. "Food will be here in ten minutes. Didn't know how long it would take you to limp home."

"So considerate."

As they settled to eat, she finally asked, "So does it feel different without a condom?"

Steve choked on his taco, and Robin had to bang on his back to dislodge the blockage. "Uh, yeah," he gasped, massaging his throat. "Fuck, wait until I'm done eating next time."

She only shrugged, not at all sorry.

"Thought you didn't want to know."

"Sue me. I was curious." Robin shrieked when he flicked a piece of lettuce at her. "Eww, it's all slimy and cold!" She threw a tomato back at him, which he ducked. It hit the wall and left a mark neither of them could scrub off. "Maybe we should frame it."

"Robin's poor aim?"

"If you buy the frame, sure."

Steve added it to his shopping list.

When he changed for bed later that night, he found a piece of glitter on his sweater. Smiling, he managed to pick the flake off and impulsively sent a picture to Kas.

Princess - [10:27 PM]

-Picture Sent-

Thanks for the parting gift.

Maybe a kiss next time?