[ The questions earns a grin from the soldier. He can tell Loki is looking for a compliment, and instead of finding that needy or selfish, he thinks it's sweet. The fact Loki cares what Steve might say is as meaningful as the fact he created a world of stars for them to lie in. He leans down, kisses him with a slow, deliberate attention. When he breaks off, Steve licks the edge of his lips, breathing warmth against his skin. ]

You're a small star, but the brightest one in the sky. I can pick you out from all the others. My light.

[ He runs his fingers through Loki's hair, threading them between the black strands and watching the stardust shiver as it's dislodged. Steve slides down Loki's body smoothly, teasing as he goes, taking the time to rub his erection against Loki's stomach and brush his calloused thumb pad over one of his nipples, guiding his legs apart once he gets to them so he can kneel between his thighs. ]

You keep me going. I hope you know that.