All Steve had really planned was to get the belt off as a means to an end. Tying Rumlow up with it definitely hadn't occurred to him until it was mentioned, and Steve's head snapped up to look Rumlow in the eyes when he said as much. Ordering him around, tying him up, there was a lot being tossed out right now but Steve figured that they should keep it simple. To make that point, he dropped the belt onto the floor. He was already overwhelmed as it was.

That much become painfully obvious when he tried to undo the button on Rumlow's pants, only to have Rumlow reach forward and caress his cock like it was some sort of holy object. Just that small bit of skin-on-skin contact was a lot to deal with, and Steve made a whining sound in the back of his throat that didn't even sound like himself to him as some precome began to bead at the tip of his erection.

He sucked in a breath between his teeth. If he let every stray touch throw him off track, they were never going to get to the main event and he couldn't afford to not. So after struggling through a heavy swallow, Steve leaned forward again and redoubled his efforts, unbuttoning and then unzipping Rumlow's pants with a dexterity he hadn't quite expected from himself at this point. Then he shoved Rumlow's pants and underwear downwards. "I'll take it into consideration," he said, though the reply was a bit delayed.