As Rumlow had already learned by now, Steve did tend to enjoy his privacy, and so he hadn't gotten that friendly with this neighbors. Most of them had figured out who he was by now (it's not like it was that difficult) and so he was relieved that they seemed to understand his desire to keep to himself. He would nod to people in the hallway if he passed them and sometimes exchanged a few words in the elevator, but his quiet nature was working in their favor right now.

Steve hadn't even thought about undressing himself until he noticed Rumlow doing it, his one-track mind wanting nothing more but to pin Rumlow to another wall and have his way with him. Still, he did manage to get his jacket off and unzip his boots and kick out of them before Rumlow made his way to him.

As soon as Rumlow was within reaching distance, Steve grabbed for him and pulled him close, directing them toward counter that overlooked the kitchen. He leaned himself back against it as Rumlow kissed him, hissed at every nibbling bite and then chased Rumlow's mouth with his own, tongue forcing itself inside in an almost invasive way. He wasn't that interested in kissing right now, though. No, Steve was a lot more invested in doing something about the raging hard-on in his pants, and so he seized Rumlow's wrist and directed his hand to the bulge there.

"Come on," he growled impatiently.