[ It's easy to lose himself in this; in the thick press of his cock, in the way that he can feel Rumlow's breath sliding out along his skin from behind. Steve grips the headboard tighter, pulls it a little too hard to rise up and feels it crack right before he hears it. There's a pause, and he opens his eyes, grimacing at himself. This is why he needs to pay attention. A little glance back at Rumlow, and Steve pushes the headboard against the wall instead, hoping that'll hold it up while he rolls his hips back in a slow grind against Rumlow's.
Get you a new one, he mumbles quietly, and covers Rumlow's hand with his own. There's no way to resist the pull this time around; he can feel it dragging at the edge of his senses, flickers of faces and names and everything else starting to drip into his head. Steve stifles another groan, focusing on the physical sensations instead, tightening their hands until the heat finally builds up and he's left grinding helplessly onto Rumlow's cock, orgasm spilling over their hands in thick pulses. There's no being silent when it happens; he tries, but he's aware of his own voice, rough and unsteady, Rumlow, mn, mmm-- ]
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Get you a new one, he mumbles quietly, and covers Rumlow's hand with his own. There's no way to resist the pull this time around; he can feel it dragging at the edge of his senses, flickers of faces and names and everything else starting to drip into his head. Steve stifles another groan, focusing on the physical sensations instead, tightening their hands until the heat finally builds up and he's left grinding helplessly onto Rumlow's cock, orgasm spilling over their hands in thick pulses. There's no being silent when it happens; he tries, but he's aware of his own voice, rough and unsteady, Rumlow, mn, mmm-- ]