[ The strangest thing was that he was getting off on this too. He was getting off on Rumlow's pleasure, on his reactions, on the twist of his body underneath Steve's hands and mouth. It was a rush all on its own, having him react like that, greedy and eager, because of something Steve was doing.
He makes a throaty noise at the hand in his hair, parting his lips wider to let Rumlow's cock slip in and out with ease, flushing at the way it sounds, the lewd wet noises as he swallows spit and precome and bobs his head down over him. For all that this might be new, he's eager enough for it and enthusiasm makes it a hell of a lot easier to learn how to do this right. Steve catches a rhythm - it isn't perfect, but it's clear he tries, and each time Rumlow's cock slips further back, he's able to take him a little more. His free hand slips down, sliding up and over the other man's balls, mimicking what he likes, figuring he'll tell him if he does something he doesn't like. ]
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He makes a throaty noise at the hand in his hair, parting his lips wider to let Rumlow's cock slip in and out with ease, flushing at the way it sounds, the lewd wet noises as he swallows spit and precome and bobs his head down over him. For all that this might be new, he's eager enough for it and enthusiasm makes it a hell of a lot easier to learn how to do this right. Steve catches a rhythm - it isn't perfect, but it's clear he tries, and each time Rumlow's cock slips further back, he's able to take him a little more. His free hand slips down, sliding up and over the other man's balls, mimicking what he likes, figuring he'll tell him if he does something he doesn't like. ]