[ He's got half a mind to tell him to shove it - that he'll make this however he damn well pleases, but they both know that there's no way that he can do gentle right now, not with the way he's digging bruises into Rumlow's skin.
His shirt gets lost somewhere along the way and Steve barely pays any mind to it, too busy nosing over the long line of his cock, dragging his tongue up the fabric. He may not have done this before, but that doesn't mean he's not eager for it, eager for the taste and weight of Rumlow on his tongue. They were right when they said it's not the same if it's not your bonded; nothing tastes this good, feels this good. Steve drags his underwear down with two fingers hooked on either side, and doesn't waste any time, curling a hand around him while his mouth eases wet and slick over the damp tip of his cock, working his way down to his hand. ]
COULDA SWORN HE WAS WEARING JEANS GJGJ SELF
His shirt gets lost somewhere along the way and Steve barely pays any mind to it, too busy nosing over the long line of his cock, dragging his tongue up the fabric. He may not have done this before, but that doesn't mean he's not eager for it, eager for the taste and weight of Rumlow on his tongue. They were right when they said it's not the same if it's not your bonded; nothing tastes this good, feels this good. Steve drags his underwear down with two fingers hooked on either side, and doesn't waste any time, curling a hand around him while his mouth eases wet and slick over the damp tip of his cock, working his way down to his hand. ]