Rumlow didn't bother to hide the cruel little chuckle that came on the heels of Steve swerving the motorcycle, and he didn't think that either of them had had such an exciting ride before, at least not together anyway. He could get used to this kind of danger, the feel of Steve wrestling for control and concentration and him just pushing the limits to see where they started and ended. This was the thrill, not the idea of them crashing.

"I trust in your ability to us back to your place or make the call that you can't and stop this machine before you crash us," he whispered in Steve's ear before his teeth set into the lobe to tug. He shifted closer, letting the super-soldier feel his own rather obvious erection. "I can show you real action right here, right now, but that might guarantee a crash, Rogers. You wanna try your luck?"

He was always willing to push the ticket. He rocked his hips against the small of Steve's back, breathing a hot breath across the other man's ear. "Come on, what's a speed limit, huh?"