[ Natasha was wrong - it wasn't his first kiss since way back then, and this wasn't his first time around the block. Maybe he and Bucky hadn't quite gone all the way, but it'd been because Bucky'd insisted that Steve find the guy or gal that he was supposed to be with. No amount of protesting or insisting had changed his mind, and it'd eventually worked out to a point where they were simply content being together, whatever that meant.
It hadn't felt the same as this, though. Not the kissing, not the furtive touching. This was a thousand times better, and it has to be because of the bond, not because of the anger pulsing hot and heady through his veins.
Steve groans when his head's jerked back like that, hips jerking forward in response. Rumlow's not the only one who likes it rough, that's for goddamn sure.
His head tilts to the side for ease of access and Steve drops a hand down, supporting him with just the one, so he can grope for his dick under his jeans, hand fitting over it, dragging up and tugging at the loops of his belt clumsily. ]
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It hadn't felt the same as this, though. Not the kissing, not the furtive touching. This was a thousand times better, and it has to be because of the bond, not because of the anger pulsing hot and heady through his veins.
Steve groans when his head's jerked back like that, hips jerking forward in response. Rumlow's not the only one who likes it rough, that's for goddamn sure.
His head tilts to the side for ease of access and Steve drops a hand down, supporting him with just the one, so he can grope for his dick under his jeans, hand fitting over it, dragging up and tugging at the loops of his belt clumsily. ]