[Well it was easy to figure out what had really gotten the bee in Rogers' bonnet here. It was the declaration rather than cumming all over the man's face. It was the definition of their titles, that he was HYDRA, that Rogers was Captain America. Perhaps Steve wanted them to be normal people when they were being intimate, not want to dislike each other and their differing life choices.]

So... you want me to just be Brock Rumlow and you to just be Steve Rogers. No one and nothing else, just people with nothing to do but let the bond happen, huh?

[His hand stroked the front of Steve's boxers before tugging them down enough to free the show of his bond's arousal, stroking as he licked and nibbled his way up one of Steve's ass cheeks until he was at the small of the man's back, breathing hot breath against the skin. He hid most of his amusement and some of his attitude in a single moment - to be saved for the right time later to be sure.]

Stay, Steve. We haven't broken any furniture with furious copulation... and we really should get on that.