His teeth kept clenching in his shirt as his hips followed the rhythm that Steve set for him, breathing hard through his nose and still trying to keep an ear out for others. It was difficult to multitask in such a way, and he wasn't doing as good a job as he should.

Not with that tempting hot mouth on him.

He groaned and would have voiced Steve's name if he could, but he was tasting his disgusting sweater that was in serious need of a wash. His little thrusts lost some of their smoothness and became a little more erratic before he came with a loud groan of pleasure.