Steve held up a hand and put it over Rumlow's hand, holding it over his own mouth. His blue eyes were wide with worry that he would be too loud, but the effort to stay quiet was exciting in itself. There was a thrill to this, even if fucking on some burlap sacks under the stars wasn't how he'd pictured his first time.

He writhed and arched his back under Rumlow's weight, panting against Rumlow's palm.