Steve can't deny his nature. He wants to provide and protect and he knows that part of that is his alpha nature. He's always been like that, even with his friends, and he knows the fact that Prince James is an omega will only make that urge stronger.

The light smell that James carries on his skin is pleasant, if not intoxicating quite yet, but Steve can see it being that way if he lets himself really get lost in it. He can see himself pressing his nose to James' throat and just breathing.

The thought has him leaning in a little and he finds himself blinking and straightening with a slightly embarrassed look on his face.

"Sorry."

They're both nervous, he reminds himself, and that's okay.

He turns his head up again to watch the sky. Any minute now, the moon will start to rise and he still hasn't dropped their hands.