[ Easier said than done. He's hyper aware of everything the other man is doing, from the pressure of him behind, touching any of him, to the press of a finger inside him, squirming like it was seeking something out. Steve grimaces and drops his head, trying to will himself to relax around it. ]
To be fair, it doesn't matter who has a finger there, it's going to - ngh, be distracting.
[ Steve spreads his thighs a little wider, tries to relax down against it, and exhales uneasily, frowning. This still seems like a poor idea, even when Rumlow's finger grazes the spot that makes heat spark down his spine. Maybe they shouldn't - but it's going to happen eventually. He wants it just as much as he doubts it's a good idea. ]
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To be fair, it doesn't matter who has a finger there, it's going to - ngh, be distracting.
[ Steve spreads his thighs a little wider, tries to relax down against it, and exhales uneasily, frowning. This still seems like a poor idea, even when Rumlow's finger grazes the spot that makes heat spark down his spine. Maybe they shouldn't - but it's going to happen eventually. He wants it just as much as he doubts it's a good idea. ]
I heal fast. Give me another.