Rumlow couldn't help the cheeky smirk in response to Steve's sudden motions to try to hide the hard-on his 'boyfriend' was sporting because of his previous treatment. "Slow motions, Rogers. Nice and slow to not draw attention to yourself," he pointed out lazily, as if he had been forced to do similar in the past.
He admitted that even in the make-outs and teasing that they had done here and there, he had never seen Steve so wrecked and desperate. It was a huge turn-on, which forced him to look away and examine the crowd that was finding their cars and heading home. He was also looking for a nearby alley in which to let Steve finish up because the idea of Captain America creaming in the guy's pants was both amusing and glorious.
"I was just touching your leg," he pointed out with amusement colouring his voice. "If I had known you'd be so sensitive, I might have stopped earlier?" He kept up the pace, almost having to jog to keep up with Steve's longer stride, which he didn't mind, and he immediately took the spot at the back of the motorcycle, slapping his hands against his thighs. "Gonna give me a fast ride, big guy?"
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He admitted that even in the make-outs and teasing that they had done here and there, he had never seen Steve so wrecked and desperate. It was a huge turn-on, which forced him to look away and examine the crowd that was finding their cars and heading home. He was also looking for a nearby alley in which to let Steve finish up because the idea of Captain America creaming in the guy's pants was both amusing and glorious.
"I was just touching your leg," he pointed out with amusement colouring his voice. "If I had known you'd be so sensitive, I might have stopped earlier?" He kept up the pace, almost having to jog to keep up with Steve's longer stride, which he didn't mind, and he immediately took the spot at the back of the motorcycle, slapping his hands against his thighs. "Gonna give me a fast ride, big guy?"