[ Steve doesn't respond to the barb, doesn't let him poke at him until he snaps. Instead, he slides both hands down, skimming his fingers along Rumlow's thigh, one cupping his dick, the other cupping his balls, mimicking exactly what'd got him off last time. ]

Doesn't matter. [ He's not picky either way; he's not a fool, he knows that they'll likely be doing this more than the initial time, so it's really a matter of who 'bites the pillow' first. ] I'm fine with this being rough, but I don't want to hurt you. [ Which is part of his fear of being on top. Steve tightens his fist just a little bit, giving him a tighter tunnel to fuck up into. ]

I've got the basics down, if you want to, though.