kiss it better - in which Steve's shoulder still hurts from time to time after his almost-fall (and you make it better by giving your boyfriend a massage)
warnings: hurt/comfort, massages, sub!Steve
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"It stings again, doesn't it?"
Your voice is quiet. It's not an accusation but worry laced with underlaying sadness. It's the kind that only comes out from time to time anymore, a reminder of the past. An impossibility to just forget.
You have eyed him for a while now from your spot on the bed, the blankets already drawn up over your knees, one of Steve's old training shirts on you.
Steve has been quieter than usual when he got home today, trotting into the house like he tried to take up as little space as possible. There was the same soft kiss against your cheek as usual, but his eyes have been sad. And you noticed he carried his duffel bag over the wrong shoulder.
Steve looks up at you, still standing on the doorstep between bedroom and bathroom, scratching his neck with a sigh. He's been lingering around in the bathroom like a ghost. You weren't spying on him; you just knew him better than anyone else.
"Steve..." You try again when he stays quiet, shuffling to the edge of the bed and patting the space beside you. "It's okay if it is. I mean- I would love nothing more if you weren't still in pain. But that moment when...when you fell. Your arm held on to the pole in such a uncomfortable position, it's really not uncommon for it to still hurt. It's a miracle you didn't discolate it right there."
"I just want it to go away." Steve grits down, avoiding your worried gaze as he shuffles over to the bed but sitting down beside you nevertheless. "I don't want to be reminded of it, the scars are more than enough and now it's this stupid pain in my shoulder all the time and all I can think about is how much I scared everyone, your screams-"
"Hey." You crawl into his lap in an instant, making sure to not touch his naked shoulder as you sit on his thighs and hold his face in your hands. "You're here. You made it, we both did. And it'll pass, baby, I promise."
As if he only needed to hear it from your lips, Steve's eyes brimmed with unshed frustrated tears and he bit the inside of his cheek, hard.
"Will you let me look at it?" You ask softly, leaning forward to pepper little kisses over his forehead, his eyelids, his nose... "I...the last time you were in pain, I got this ointment that gets warm on the skin. It's supposed to be really good."
"You're an angel." Steve gets out, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip. You give him a little kiss there too before guiding him down on the bed with a small smile, gathering the crucible from your nightstand and making sure Steve's all comfy and relaxed on his stomach.
You take your time, rubbing your hands together to warm them before you lay hand on his sun-kissed skin, the scratched and scars not bothering you in the slightest as you trail your fingers over his sides and spine.
Steve wiggles and you chuckle quietly. "Ticklish?"
"Y'know I am..." He muffles into the pillows underneath his head, inhaling your scent clinging to the fabric to relax himself further. He knows he's safe with you like this.
"Shh..." You whisper in his ear, squeezing a gob of ointment into your palm. "Just relax, baby. I'm gonna take good care of you."
The moment your hands touch his shoulders, Steve thinks he's genuinely ascending from earth. He lets out a throaty groan, his cheeks reddening at the pathetic way he absolutely melts underneath your touch.
You didn't lie. The ointment is warm and very pleasant as you work little circles into the area you know hurts the most. Steve breathes against the sting for a while until he breathes with it, feeling his body take it and actually release some of the pain previously coiled tight in his shoulder.
"That's it..." You hum, shuffling over him until you are comfortably seated on his legs, keeping your voice low as you massage him. "Feel good, baby?"
"Mhmm..." It's honestly a little embarassing. But your voice, your caring hands on him and the way your hips slowly move forward with every motion you work on his back...Steve feels himself getting hard, the pleasure of the massage only doubling the arousal throbbing through him. Before he knows it, his hips grind down into the mattress, chasing friction as you continue to mumble sweet nothings into his ear.
"Aww, so good, baby." You coo, biting back a grin at the state you've worked your boyfriend into in such little time. "Are you getting hard because your girlfriend is giving you a massage? You want me to turn you on your back for more?"
"F-fuck, yeah." Steve whimpers, putty in your hands as you get off him and turn him, his pretty face all hazy and a little desperate as you kneel between his legs, letting your eyes wander.
He's already leaky at the tip and blushing up his neck, breath unstable and body completely tuned into you. "Let me see you." You mumble, tugging at his boxer shorts until his hard cock springs up and hits his abdomen.
Steve whines at your giggle, one of his hands reaching for himself, but you are quick to catch it and lace your fingers together. With a soft shake of your head, you pin up down, holding eye contact as you bend down and slowly blow on his tip.
Steve moans, loud, and you rub your covered pussy against his shaking thigh in return, the image in front of you too hot to not get off to. You lick your hand before carefully wrapping it around Steve's big dick and giving it a soft slow tug.
"Let me take care of you, Stevie..." You promise darkly, the picture of your whiny boyfriend completely at your mercy awakening something possessive and hungry in you. "I'm gonna make you come soon, just want to play with you a little first, hm?
On the next stroke down, you don't stop again.
