Maybe there's supposed to be more intimacy on date nights. Steven wouldn't know. He's never really had ones that've gone all that well. He's way too eager to get out of his beige chinos and the door to their room has barely closed when he pulls them down and off his legs, nudging Marc over towards the bed.

He's never really thought about-- doing anything Untoward with Marc. He enjoys sharing a bed together, likes the warmth and feeling safe and like Marc wouldn't let him just wander off in the middle of the night even though maybe he doesn't have a sleeping disorder but he still can't be sure because strange things have happened that they're both not aware during.

Quite something else to be kicking off his shoes and leaving them and his socks lying around and his chinos on the floor as he sits on the edge of the bed and tugs on Marc's shirt sleeve, trying to get him to lie down with him.

Maybe after an hour and a bit when they've cleaned up and are lying down in bed together, when Steven is looking up and marveling at Marc's resting handsome face, the most scandalous thought that might run through him is maybe kissing him and praying that he won't freak out.