It wasn't, he knew. He just didn't want Steve to think that the guy owed him anything for binding the man closer to him. If anything, he owed an apology, which he would never give of course.

He hissed in pleasure and dug his fingers into Steve's hair, gripping it to steady himself as they both kept from making too much of this good thing. His bit down on his shirt to stifle some of the noise from his moan at the small scrape of teeth, the danger of it a thrill that almost had him embarrassing himself right and there, but he fought on like the good little soldier that he was.