[He liked that this was messed up, that they fought each other, that his tongue brought out so much easy pleasure in a man usually so in control of the situation. He wanted to hear Roger's huffing like some kind of winded bull, but it seemed that he would be denied that luxury. Well, he couldn't say that his bond wasn't a rude bastard when it came to pleasure, but he'd make sure that Roger's learned a thing or two about how it was done, especially with him.

He winced and had to lift his head or risk losing a portion of his scalp in the process, hissing in aggravation at Steve. He frowned for a moment and then licked his lips as he savoured the taste and feel of the man there, letting Roger's know he was.]

There's never too much with a blow-job, idiot. Are you going to let me finish or do I have to avoid getting poked in the eye with that monster you call a dick?