[ The sweatpants slide down and off and as an afterthought, he works off anything else that the man is wearing. With that finished, his hands slide up Rumlow's legs, over his knees and up his thighs. It seems strange to enjoy touching the guy who'd caused them so much trouble - who'd stabbed him in the back, but some part of his brain still enjoys this.
Steve tilts his head into the touch, leaning in and over Rumlow's thighs, sliding his hand up so the breath trails over his cock. It's strange as hell, handling one that isn't his own, but at the very least he knows how this works. It's even stranger not wearing much to do this, but that part isn't as much of a concern.
Shifting in, he drags his tongue up the underside, tracing the vein there, and eases his mouth down, lips and tongue sliding over the flushed head, licking salt off of it. He withdraws after a moment, glancing up at him. ] You try to hit me and I'll leave.
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Steve tilts his head into the touch, leaning in and over Rumlow's thighs, sliding his hand up so the breath trails over his cock. It's strange as hell, handling one that isn't his own, but at the very least he knows how this works. It's even stranger not wearing much to do this, but that part isn't as much of a concern.
Shifting in, he drags his tongue up the underside, tracing the vein there, and eases his mouth down, lips and tongue sliding over the flushed head, licking salt off of it. He withdraws after a moment, glancing up at him. ] You try to hit me and I'll leave.