It wouldn't be the first time that Steve had been accused of having masochistic tendencies. Bucky had always demanded to know why he went out of his way to get the tar kicked out of him back in the day, for instance. This wasn't the same thing, not even close, with far more pleasure than pain, but mixing the two together seemed to really do it for Steve.

As Rumlow shifted, Steve slid his hands down from his neck, resting them at the small of his back, just a few inches above his ass, and held him in place. With the way that Rumlow was straddling one of Steve's legs, his crotch was close to brushing up against his thigh, though Steve didn't go so far as to force that friction.

He didn't know if he was ready for that yet. Besides, making out was pretty good all on its own.

When Rumlow's tongue pressed its way into Steve's mouth, he sucked at it, then circled his own tongue around it, his hands gripping a little tighter as he got more into it and some of those inhibitions melted away.