Steve places both of his hands on the small of Jack’s back, making sure that he stays close to him. At his words, a small smirk graces his lips and he slides a hand up to the center of his back and rubs gently. “There’s nothing wrong with being cuddly,” he murmurs and turns his head to press a few kisses to the side of his head and then slowly moves down to press quick, feather light kisses to his neck.
Locking his hands together behind the other’s back, Jack begins to sway them back and forth to a slow and simple rhythm in his head. I never said there was anything wrong with being cuddly. The Captain chews on his lower lip, trying to fight the shiver threatening to course down his spine.