There might have been times when Steve could have lost his virginity. During the USO shows, for instance, but he'd still been getting used to his new body back then, and he had to focus on relearning himself before he thought about trying to get physical with someone else.
(And talking to women had still been a brand new thing; figuring it out had taken practice.)
During the war he'd been too busy and too fixated on Peggy, and after his long cold sleep, he'd had a lot of adjusting to do, and a long list of issues more important than his sex life. Besides, Steve didn't like the idea of anonymous, meaningless sex. He didn't know what he and Rumlow were to each other, but at least they weren't strangers.
Rumlow took his shirt off without any fanfare, which left Steve completely naked. He barely had the chance to react to that before Rumlow's tongue was teasing around his nipple, which turned out to be way more sensitive than he'd prepared for. "Whoa, whoa," he huffed out as one of his hands went to grip at the base of his own dick, as if trying to slow it down before it got ahead of itself.
Still, he took to Rumlow's challenge, shifting in closer so he could grab for his shirt and wrench it up and over his head too. It was ridiculous that they were just standing in here when the bed was right next to them, so Steve nodded toward it. "Get on."
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(i think that rumlow got steve's pants off earlier?)
(And talking to women had still been a brand new thing; figuring it out had taken practice.)
During the war he'd been too busy and too fixated on Peggy, and after his long cold sleep, he'd had a lot of adjusting to do, and a long list of issues more important than his sex life. Besides, Steve didn't like the idea of anonymous, meaningless sex. He didn't know what he and Rumlow were to each other, but at least they weren't strangers.
Rumlow took his shirt off without any fanfare, which left Steve completely naked. He barely had the chance to react to that before Rumlow's tongue was teasing around his nipple, which turned out to be way more sensitive than he'd prepared for. "Whoa, whoa," he huffed out as one of his hands went to grip at the base of his own dick, as if trying to slow it down before it got ahead of itself.
Still, he took to Rumlow's challenge, shifting in closer so he could grab for his shirt and wrench it up and over his head too. It was ridiculous that they were just standing in here when the bed was right next to them, so Steve nodded toward it. "Get on."