[He fancied himself a good kisser because he had actually practiced more than his share to make it seem like he had relationships when he tended to avoid them for the kinds where he could cut them off or kill them when it suited him. He had more girlfriends with drunken public transit accidents than any other man, and he liked to keep it that way. At least they were good for kissing practice and a quick lay; death was also the best birth control on the planet.

With that kind of romance strolling through his thoughts, he hummed almost affectionately at Steve. He wondered what Steve would do getting screwed on a train. He made a mental note.]

Yet you aren't known for you... ah, experimentation according to how much Romanoff bugged you? [He glanced between his own legs, purposefully bumping his forehead almost playfully on Steve's chin.] You know, the world really needs to imagine Captain America sucking the dick of Hydra... so I'm game.