Rumlow completely blamed old age traditionalism, though he admittedly had never looked into that thing back in the 40s, since the war had changed a bit of the decorum for sex. It seemed to him that Steve hadn't gotten on board, probably too late to the party and then it was all go-go-go running around after HYDRA bases and leading the charge into important combats.
He smoothed his hands over the material, encouraging its removal before he raised an eyebrow and shook his head. "No way, you want it off, you take it off," he replied as he smoothed his hands over Steve's shoulders and then suddenly gripped the blond's shirt back and moved to pull it right over Steve's head.
"Half the fun is stripping each other after all," he said with a grin and a wink. He leaned in to run his tongue around an exposed nipple bud as his hands slid down to work on Steve's pants with as much efficiency as possible when he was hitting the point of being so turned on he was getting impatient.
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He smoothed his hands over the material, encouraging its removal before he raised an eyebrow and shook his head. "No way, you want it off, you take it off," he replied as he smoothed his hands over Steve's shoulders and then suddenly gripped the blond's shirt back and moved to pull it right over Steve's head.
"Half the fun is stripping each other after all," he said with a grin and a wink. He leaned in to run his tongue around an exposed nipple bud as his hands slid down to work on Steve's pants with as much efficiency as possible when he was hitting the point of being so turned on he was getting impatient.