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[ It's one thing to know it's coming, it's a whole other to actually feel it. Rumlow'd stretched him, sure, but fingers didn't quite equate to the thick press of his prick. Steve's head hangs, one hand groping for the pillow so he can drag it close, brace himself against it and he bears down as best as he can until Brock's balls deep and Steve's sucking in a breath once it's done, trembling. ]

I heal fast.

[ It takes two tries to get his voice steady enough, but he manages, shifting up until he's back in the original position, shoulders square, braced like he's ready for a fight. His cock hasn't flagged at all, precome dripping down his cock. ]