And it definitely was a show. Steve was red as a tomato, mouth hanging open as his body was completely overcome with all kinds of devastating sensations. For someone who'd never even gotten so much as a handjob from another person before, to skip straight to this was like jumping into the deep end before ever learning how to swim with floaties. It did feel like Steve was being shoved underwater, but in the best possible way.

The whole lower half of his body was bursting with pleasure, every single cell tingling with how good it was. It was so much so fast that part of him almost wanted to ask Rumlow to stop so that he could get his bearings, while the other part of him would probably cry out in outrage if Rumlow moved away from his pulsing erection.

And pulsing it was. As Rumlow's tongue worked at the tip, Steve whimpered while precome started to bead there. Rumlow was going to taste that, he realized, and that only made the situation that much hotter. Before Steve knew it, he was using the momentum he had from his hands braced on the mattress to start pumping his hips up, pushing himself further into Rumlow's mouth. Not the nicest thing to do to someone who was already doing him a huge favor, but Steve no longer had any coherent thought left in his head. All he could think about was how incredibly good this was, and how much he wanted to get off.