Steve didn't intend to go into this like some kind of blushing virgin. He didn't have a lot of experience compared to most, but he still knew the steps and he wasn't going to let this interaction somehow warp Rumlow's view of him. So when Rumlow started to make the moves to kiss him, Steve also turned his body so that they were facing each other, his hands reaching out to grip at Rumlow's shoulders. It was a safe place to hold onto him, to make sure that he didn't come off as passive.

He leaned in too, so that they met in the middle, forcing his eyes closed this time as they kissed again. He could feel the stubble on Rumlow's chin rubbing up against his skin, and the hard edges of his shoulders under his palms. It was nothing like kissing a woman -- Rumlow tasted like beer and there was still the hint of gunsmoke on him from their op.

When Rumlow dared to try and press his tongue inside, Steve slowly opened his mouth to grant him access. He had figured that this wouldn't just be a chaste kiss, since Rumlow wasn't really the kind of guy to hold back. Rumlow's tongue slid in, warm and purposeful, and Steve tightened his grip on him as he pushed back, their teeth clacking against each other, which he ignored easily enough.

It wasn't bad. He didn't want to pull away in revulsion, anyway.