[He lounged on the couch like he owned the thing, which he technically did really. This was his place and thus he knew the most comfortable spot on the cushions. He still spread his legs apart as Steve came over, watching the other man with a knowing look.

He lifted his hips so that his sweatpants could be drawn down off his hips without much issue, and after their closeness and his previous acts, he was hard, almost painfully so. He just happened to be used to not letting loose and begging for what he needed.]

No teeth is the only rule to remember. And damn do I hope you can suck like a Hoover. [He leered and reached out to card his fingers through Steve's hair, scratching the back of the man's head with his fingers.] How about this? If I'm cursing, you're doing it right. If I'm punching you in the face, you're doing it wrong.