"Aye, aye, Captain, my pants are firmly secure while we ride this vibrating, loud machine of yours," he growled, and he was all about teasing at this point. He still laughed when the throttle was engaged harder and their speed increased because he could peer under Steve's arm at the speedometer and know they were over.

He hung on and his hand still rubbed over the front of Steve's crotch and thighs as they took lesser known streets to get where they needed to faster. This was clearly one of the best dates he had had, and the wait was well worth it. He always had patience for a slow burn that would end with a frantic fight and hopefully clothes being torn off. It was the only way to go in both the bedroom and war.

It was only when they arrived as come to a stop that he finally disentangled his arms from Steve's waist, though he necked the other man once before relenting and climbing off of the motorcycle. There was an obvious bulge in his pants which his attempts to rearrange did nothing for.