He sighed at the release of tension in his trousers, but he was kissing down the length of Steve's neck. He paused to squirm his way down the other man's legs and nestled down on the ground as he stroked his lover with a hand. "I knew you'd be just fine. You're not a quitter."

He flicked his tongue over the head of Steve's erection, raising an eyebrow for permission to do this. Not that he actually cared for permission, but it seemed like a nice touch. Brock was always interested in brownie points.