Whoa, big guy. (For assembles)

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Who: Steve Rogers & Brock Rumlow
When: Pre-TWS
What: Because some sleeping dogs just need to be called 'big guy' with a wink and lewd suggestion. It may as well be Rumlow to do so.
Warnings: Rumlow being Rumlow. Shameless flirting. Maybe dirty sweaty man sex.


Rumlow was still flicking slugs off of his armour when they disembarked from the quinjet. If he ever had to go back to Loreta, Columbia, he was sleeping in the trees with the damn jaguars rather than in the tent with the slugs. Damn things made a mess of everything.

Of course, the next mess was juggling twenty-four guys in a confined locker room who all were intent on getting out of their disgusting body armour and uniforms and leaving after a quick shower. He was one of the last ones in the cramped quarters, but really, compared to the quinjet they just disembarked from, it was pretty much home sweet home. At least there was less chance of getting slugs up the trousers or leeches in ones boots. Actually... as he looked around, there was plenty of opportunity for both. Home sweet home, indeed.

He pushed members of STRIKE Echo out of his way, but he simply wiggled passed members of his own team. People were making their way to the showers, which thankfully left him room to get to his locker. Captains were on the far end, including Rogers apparently, and he had a clean line of sight as he jostled his way to his locker to start stripping off his gear. Of course, he had to go passed Captain Rogers, which was always a goddamn treat. Only man who looked that good in underwear.

"Out of the way, Jenkins," he ordered, elbowing the lesser from loitering too close to Rogers. Kid just wanted a picture every single time. "Showers because you stink," he added, sending the youngest member of his team off but without a playful shove from the other guy. Just as planned.

He stepped backwards and bumped into Steve, his right hand going backwards as if to catch himself but really, it was so he could set it right on Rogers' right ass cheek. Damn fine. He pushed off as if correcting his balance and pretended to glare at Jenkins who was now hurrying off, leaving this area relatively alone.

"Sorry about that," he said, though he didn't mean it one bit. "Nice ass, big guy," he said with a wink as he reached out to open his locker and started to shrug out of his gear.

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Outside of Pierce, Rumlow doubted that anyone was aware of his activities with Captain America were noted as anything strange or beyond simple attempts at friendship. The two agents assigned to attempt to wiggle into Steve's skirt had been pulled off the job to give him room to work and the freedom to do so at his own pace. There was no pressure to do more than keep Cap in the game and slightly distracted, but he had his own invested curiosity and interests involved in this.

They started dating actually faster than he expected, and while their nights out were low-key and generally involving something like watching a show, training or them trying to teach each other how to cook in between making out, it all went well enough. It was almost normal compared to how his life had gone up to this point, what with something to come back to and tease and press just a little here and there. Probably the most normal relationship he had ever had actually.

Of course, he had dug up the old ratty Captain America comics from his youth and amused himself with them. If he happened to masturbate while doing so more and more, it was no one's business but his own. It was a bit awkward waking up with an open comic over his morning wood where he had fallen asleep on the couch. He dealt with it like he dealt with everything else.

Rumlow had convinced Steve with only a little jostling to see a movie with him, less because he wanted to see it and more because he hadn't convinced Rogers to go out in public with him. Of course, his big blond went incognito with a ball cap and everything, but he respected the need for privacy as he always did. The movie was okay, boring in parts, but it was dark and it allowed him to get his hands on Steve just for the sake of touching the man next to him and without any particular intention of arousing anything, even suspicion. The fact that he raised things to half-mast amused the hell out of him, especially when Steve left the theater next to him looking distinctly ruffled and flushed.

He raised an eyebrow at the knowing look, just smirking the entire way to the street with his hands innocently tucked into his pockets. "Bad guys lost, good guys won, Steve. Besides, I think your 'hardly' were elsewhere, wasn't it?" His eyes flicked to Steve's trousers pointedly but subtly.

Rumlow made a show of looking at his watch, tilting his head this way and that. "I don't know... it's getting late, and we've got an early morning," he said before winking at Steve. "But for you and because you asked, I guess I'll break curfew. You're making me a rebel."

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Well, it was true that when it came to the plot of a generic action movie, Steve didn't have to worry about missing too much. Still, he'd thought they were going out to actually watch the movie, but clearly Rumlow had employed other ideas. Had that been the plan all along? Even if it was, chances were that Rumlow wouldn't admit to it.

Steve wouldn't put it past him, though. Sneaky bastard.

The all too obvious pun about his current condition caused Steve to try and yank his jacket further down to cover his groin area. He really didn't need anyone else seeing him like this, even if it was dark out. "Is it that obvious?" he mumbled to himself. Rumlow should have known what the consequences of his actions would be, and yet he looked all too smug about the whole thing. Steve was going to have to get him back for this somehow, when he least expected it.

For now, he really only wanted to do one thing, and that was rut against Rumlow until he'd handled the not-so-little problem in his pants. Steve had held off on doing too much so far, but he was wound up now and as ready to go as he'd ever be.

Which was why when Rumlow even joked at not coming back with him, Steve looked about ready to grab him by the back of his collar and drag him along anyway. He wouldn't have, but the polite thing would be for Rumlow to finish the job that he'd started, right?

Steve rolled his eyes at that last comment. "Right, because I'm the one who started this. Come on, pick up the pace." They were already walking pretty fast, but it obviously wasn't fast enough for Steve, who went digging for his keys as they approached his bike. All of these urges he kept barely contained, but the tense set to his body language told its own story.

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Rumlow couldn't help the cheeky smirk in response to Steve's sudden motions to try to hide the hard-on his 'boyfriend' was sporting because of his previous treatment. "Slow motions, Rogers. Nice and slow to not draw attention to yourself," he pointed out lazily, as if he had been forced to do similar in the past.

He admitted that even in the make-outs and teasing that they had done here and there, he had never seen Steve so wrecked and desperate. It was a huge turn-on, which forced him to look away and examine the crowd that was finding their cars and heading home. He was also looking for a nearby alley in which to let Steve finish up because the idea of Captain America creaming in the guy's pants was both amusing and glorious.

"I was just touching your leg," he pointed out with amusement colouring his voice. "If I had known you'd be so sensitive, I might have stopped earlier?" He kept up the pace, almost having to jog to keep up with Steve's longer stride, which he didn't mind, and he immediately took the spot at the back of the motorcycle, slapping his hands against his thighs. "Gonna give me a fast ride, big guy?"

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It did sound as if Rumlow spoke from experience, and while Steve wanted to know the story behind that, he didn't think now was the time for it. It would only get him more worked up and at this point he could really focus on one thing, which was getting them back to his apartment as soon as possible. Maybe by then this all would have worn off, or at least downgraded from desperation to more of a low burn, but either way, he wanted to be behind closed doors.

Rumlow was right, though. He hadn't actually done that much. Maybe it had been the thrill of being touched in a public place, or maybe it had been the way Rumlow had done it. Steve couldn't explain why it was this, more than anything else, which had set him off, but he bristled at being referred to as sensitive. It wasn't like that. Rumlow just had an effect on him that no one else had so far. Then again, no one had ever been this gutsy with him until now.

The joking just never stopped. Steve gave Rumlow an unimpressed look at that question. "If you're lucky," he replied, because he could only assume that his slower pace had been enough to frustrate Rumlow. Steve settled onto the bike, doing so gingerly so as to not rub himself up against anything. He really did feel overly sensitive now, like some high school kid running on too many hormones.

Still, all he had to do now was drive, right? He put the key into the ignition and did his best to ignore the way that the bike shuddered to life under him. "You better hold on tight," he warned. Steve wouldn't break any speed limits, but he didn't plan on this being a leisurely trip back either.

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It was very interesting to see how far Rogers had come with him in such a short time, and he knew that their little relationship was probably willing to take the next step and survive to the other side. Though, now he was very, very curious on how far they were going to go tonight and if it would involve an overnight foray. He didn't allow the latter much, but for Steve Rogers, he would make an exception to his general life rule.

"I'm feeling lucky tonight," he replied with that same smirk on his face even if he leaned back so that Steve could carefully clamber in front of him. He shifted as if to make himself comfortable, and he automatically set his hands on Steve's waist like he was actually just going to hold on.

Only when the motorcycle began to move forward, he tucked one arm around Steve's waist completely to free up his right hand to slide down Steve's thigh like in the theater. "Should I hold on tighter, or have you got this?"

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Rumlow might be right to feel lucky in this particular case, because Steve had half a mind to rip all of his clothes off and go at him the moment that they got through his front door. He wasn't thinking straight, he realized that, hopped up on hormones and adrenaline and who knew what else. The serum meant that sometimes he felt things even stronger than other people; Steve just hadn't realized it could apply to this too.

(Then again, he had noticed a while back that masturbation was better now than it ever had been before the serum, but he figured that was mainly because he didn't have to worry about all of his illnesses holding him back.)

At first Rumlow placed his arms where anyone would while riding backseat on a motorcycle, but as soon as Steve got the bike going and steered them toward the parking lot's exit, that changed. Rumlow's touch might as well have been sending sparks up and down Steve's leg, and more alarmingly to his groin. He had to fight not to jerk right out of his seat as he pulled out onto the street.

"Are you trying to make me crash this thing?" Steve sounded aggravated, there was no doubt about that, but there was something else in his tone too, his voice coming out a little rougher because of how badly he wanted to pull over and take care of this right now.

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He had seen Rogers maneuver a motorcycle in very interesting mission scenarios both in the field and in their controlled practice. He was fairly certain that even with a raging hard-on that Steve could accomplish pretty amazing things with a motorcycle in active traffic, and he was completely willing to test that theory right here and right now. The danger just made all of this so much more attractive to him.

His left arm curled tightly around Steve's waist even as his right hand slipped up the junction between Rogers' legs to cup the other man. "No, I just want to see how fast you can and will drive," he growled across Steve's ear, palming the super-soldier teasingly. "Come on, Rogers, show me what you've got."

He was not interested right now in public indecency, wanting to savour this all for himself. This relationship was his and he was not obligated to share the details of it with anyone else. That happened to be the way that he wanted to keep it, and he was eager to see just where this would go, how far he could push Steve and how the man would respond to it. Where were the limits? What would happen when he crossed them?

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Steve should have known that his words would only spur Rumlow to push the envelope a little more. Rumlow is definitely a thrill-seeker, someone who laughs in the face of danger, and the possibility of getting into a motorcycle crash (with neither of them wearing helmets, mind you) didn't deter him in the slightest.

When Rumlow's hand pressed at his cock, Steve's hands faltered on the handlebars enough that they swerved slightly and he had to correct himself. Shit. He was going to have to do his best to focus on what was in front of him and not what was going on below the belt, and yet he didn't actually go so far as to order Rumlow to stop. This was the first time that Rumlow had touched him this deliberately. They'd both brushed up against each other's erections while making out, but that was mostly accidental. This wasn't, and it was killing him in the best possible way.

"You must really have a death wish, Rumlow," Steve grated out as he made a left turn, aiming for the less populated streets -- not that such a thing really existed in DC. He laid down on the gas and the bike roared beneath them. Steve loved riding this thing, but right now he'd like to ride Rumlow a whole lot more. "I hope you can back all of these words up with some real action."

Steve didn't actually know very much about Rumlow's sexual history, but he figured the guy had gotten around. He didn't know for a fact, but Rumlow was shameless in a way that made it pretty likely. Steve could do with a little shameless right now, and the way his cock throbbed in his pants made no secret of that.

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Rumlow didn't bother to hide the cruel little chuckle that came on the heels of Steve swerving the motorcycle, and he didn't think that either of them had had such an exciting ride before, at least not together anyway. He could get used to this kind of danger, the feel of Steve wrestling for control and concentration and him just pushing the limits to see where they started and ended. This was the thrill, not the idea of them crashing.

"I trust in your ability to us back to your place or make the call that you can't and stop this machine before you crash us," he whispered in Steve's ear before his teeth set into the lobe to tug. He shifted closer, letting the super-soldier feel his own rather obvious erection. "I can show you real action right here, right now, but that might guarantee a crash, Rogers. You wanna try your luck?"

He was always willing to push the ticket. He rocked his hips against the small of Steve's back, breathing a hot breath across the other man's ear. "Come on, what's a speed limit, huh?"

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It really depended on someone's definition of exciting. Steve rode a motorcycle through the wilderness of Europe, around thick groupings of trees and into enemy territory, with tanks circling him and explosions going off every few feet. Getting fondled while driving didn't really compare to that level of danger, but it was exciting in an entirely different way.

And he had to admit, it was a first.

Between Rumlow's voice coming in low and husky against his ear and that teasing nip, Steve really might have been better off just pulling over, but he was too stubborn to give in. Rumlow was pushing him, trying to find his breaking point, and Steve didn't plan to show it to him, at least not until he was riding him into next week.

"Just keep it in your pants, Rumlow," Steve hissed over his shoulder even as Rumlow rutted against him. He pushed down on the gas, and if he was breaking a few laws in the process, that would just have to remain their little secret. Steve just hoped that he didn't get pulled over, because that would lead to a lot of awkward explanations.

Luckily, he knew a lot of shortcuts through alleys and side streets that would keep them away from the prying eyes of the authorities. And who said that Steve Rogers couldn't be a bad boy sometimes?

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"Aye, aye, Captain, my pants are firmly secure while we ride this vibrating, loud machine of yours," he growled, and he was all about teasing at this point. He still laughed when the throttle was engaged harder and their speed increased because he could peer under Steve's arm at the speedometer and know they were over.

He hung on and his hand still rubbed over the front of Steve's crotch and thighs as they took lesser known streets to get where they needed to faster. This was clearly one of the best dates he had had, and the wait was well worth it. He always had patience for a slow burn that would end with a frantic fight and hopefully clothes being torn off. It was the only way to go in both the bedroom and war.

It was only when they arrived as come to a stop that he finally disentangled his arms from Steve's waist, though he necked the other man once before relenting and climbing off of the motorcycle. There was an obvious bulge in his pants which his attempts to rearrange did nothing for.

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Steve would have figured that Rumlow would focus on holding on tight as he sped up, but he apparently didn't know the meaning of self-preservation, because he continued to let his hand linger near his crotch. Steve didn't have to worry about the groan of frustration being heard, with how loud the engine was revving now.

Thankfully, they weren't that far away from Steve's apartment, and he felt some relief fall over him as he pulled into the parking garage for the building. He was as hard as ever, but now the promise of release was close and they also hadn't been pulled over, so there was plenty to be thankful for.

Rumlow's mouth brushed purposefully over Steve's neck as he dismounted, which caused him to barely bite back a growl, something way too primal. Rumlow knew exactly what he was doing, but Steve intended to pay him back for all this as soon as they got into the privacy of his place. He almost forgot to lock up his bike, but once that was taken care of he nodded toward the elevator. "C'mon," he said, tone clipped, keeping his gaze fixed forward instead of looking too much at Rumlow. He couldn't afford that right now.

He also couldn't afford to take the stairs, even though his apartment was only on the third floor. He couldn't, not when his cock was throbbing insistently in his pants.

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He admitted that he was a bit surprised that they made it to Steve's apartment without having to actually stop and make out a bit. He was impressed with the super-soldier's self control or at least stubborn will to get to the designated objective without faltering too much at the handle bars. There wasn't even that many wobbles of the Harley that someone might consider a bit of a close call.

Rumlow actually had a bit of trouble climbing off of the bike because he was also so hard and being the shorter of the two, it was a close call not stumbling when he rubbed his tented trousers too much on climbing off. He still flashed Steve a confident smirk and wink, and he swaggered (well, sort of) to the elevator because he was, for once, refusing the stairs much like Steve.

Once the elevator arrived though, his hands sought out Steve again, cupping the other man's ass and leaning in to nip at any exposed skin he could find, which was mostly Steve's arms and just above the super-soldier's shirt neck. "Heh, am I sleeping on the couch tonight, Rogers?"

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The elevator didn't put them in the clear. Steve had to assume that there were cameras in them, for safety measures if nothing else. It wasn't enough to stop him when Rumlow started getting handsy, though. Would anyone actually review that footage unless there was some kind of security breach? Probably not. It still wasn't the best idea to do anything like this in public, but Steve was beyond the point of caring. They weren't on a moving vehicle any longer, which meant that he was free to do what he wanted.

So as soon as the elevator doors closed and he'd pushed the button for his floor, Steve's hands shot out to either of Rumlow's shoulders and he pressed him up against the wall. Not hard enough that it would leave the guy seeing stars, but he'd run out of patience, his self-control had finally slipped. His tongue made it into Rumlow's mouth almost too easily -- if there was one thing they had done a lot of, it was making out.

Steve also spread his legs slightly and wedged his crotch up against Rumlow's hip, grinding against it to bring about some of the stimulation he'd been aching for. He made desperate groaning noises against Rumlow's mouth, but realized that in just a few seconds those doors would open again and they'd have to drag themselves to his front door.

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Rumlow fully intended to get any tapes of the elevator for himself when he left in the morning. Those needed to be saved for prosperity's sake if nothing else, though he would totally admire the beauty of them making out in an elevator where anyone could walk in on them or at least know that they were hot and heavy for each other based on the tenting of their pants should they be joined. No hiding that.

His back hit the wall, and he groaned a throaty sound of encouragement as his hands snaked up under the back of Steve's shirt and grip onto the small of the super-soldier's back. His head was craned back under the weight of their kiss, but he gave back as well as he took, growling and sucking noisily on the invading muscle while probing at it with his own tongue just to taste Steve.

He hiked Steve's shirt up with his exploring hands, grinding their hips back and almost growling when the elevator came to a stop. He shoved a thigh between Steve's thighs and raised it to rub hard and fast against the super-soldier before the doors opened and he was shoving Steve away from him. "You better have that door to your place open in ten seconds, or we're screwing in the hallway." It wasn't an idle threat.

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It was a damn good thing that no one walked in, too. Granted, if the elevator had stopped at a floor before Steve's, he would have at least had the presence of mind to break away from Rumlow. It didn't end up being a problem, probably because of the late hour. He would usually never endorse any kind of public display of affection (although it was more like a public display of ball-busting lust), but he didn't usually get felt up in a theater either.

Rumlow's hands on his bare skin made Steve feel like his breath had got caught somewhere in his windpipe, but he managed to moan against Rumlow's mouth anyway, intertwining their tongues and then sliding the tip of his over the back of Rumlow's teeth.

The hip grinding was probably a little much given that they could still be walked in on, but at least the elevator reached its destination then. Steve was preparing to withdraw and step out when Rumlow's thigh wedged up against his crotch and he actually had to slap a hand over his own mouth to muffle the sound that came out then. Shit, he was in way too deep and he had no idea how to pry himself back out again.

"On it," he said with a heaving sigh when Rumlow practically ordered him to get his apartment door open. Steve didn't even think to make a comment about insubordination, but instead stalked down the apartment hallway like a man on a mission. He barely fumbled with his keys, his hands strangely still with the pure determination of getting them inside as soon as possible.

The door swung open and Steve stepped inside, barely stopping himself from dragging Rumlow in with him by the collar.

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He was still grinning like a fool over the loud noise that Steve generated from his stimulation, following the super-soldier out of the elevator and leaving it behind. He eyed the other doors as they moved to the one where Steve currently lived, but if the neighbours were aware of their return or even interested in it, they didn't show that by appearing to offer a greeting to Rogers. That was good; he wanted Steve to focus on him tonight as he was focused entirely on Steve.

He shifted his weight on his feet, uncomfortable in his clothing by now but savouring that sensation as well. It just served to build up the high of about to bang the hell out of Steve Rogers where he was certain there were SHIELD bugs at least monitoring the situation a bit. He was already shrugging out of his jacket and his shirt by the time he was beyond the door and toeing off his boots. No, he really had no shame right about now; he was horny as all hell and he wanted relief.

Then he practically threw himself at Steve to kiss and bite at those tempting lips and to get his hands more fully on that body and Steve out of his clothing.

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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.

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Steve's desperate impatience was probably the hottest thing he had ever experienced, and it sent a thrill from the top of his head all the way down to his toes. He'd never seen it let alone experienced it, and if he wasn't so horny himself, he might have considered setting up video just to save this aggression for prosperity's sake. Unfortunately, it made his pants feel tighter than ever to be in the same damn room with Steve acting like this.

He groaned throatily at the tongue that rammed its way into his mouth, and he battled it as his hands dropped with the obvious prompting. He smirked and winked at his 'boyfriend', palming the bulge of Steve's trousers with one hand while the other began to open the button and fly to get actual access to the good stored within that were clearly there for the taking at this point.

"Damn you are something else, Rogers," he issued huskily. "The things I'm going to do to you." He leaned in, nipping at the column of Steve's throat before he purposefully moved to see if he would be allowed to suck a hickey into that soft skin.

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The moment that any talk of recording this came up, the mood would have been ruined. Steve didn't really get anything out of the idea of watching himself unraveling like this, and while it might be entertaining to some, he'd had enough of others getting a kick out of watching him. That didn't change because it was something more private. Even if it had been kept between the two of them, he wasn't interested.

So it was a good thing that Rumlow didn't suggest that. The wink that he came out with was a lot more appealing. It occurred to Steve that it was the sort of cocky action that probably would have annoyed him at some point, but somewhere along the way he'd come to find it endearing. He didn't know what to make of that, and he didn't want to think too hard on what it meant.

All he wanted to do right now was get off, as quickly as humanly possible, and so the palming was a step in the right direction. Steve grunted and leaned both of his elbows on the counter behind him, taking some of the weight off of himself as he spread his legs to make himself more accessible.

While Steve wouldn't have minded doing this quick and quiet, he found that he was fine with some talking and taunting too. "Tell me," he said, almost a demand, eyes fluttering closed when Rumlow leaned in to suck at his throat. It would leave a mark, he thought, but that mark would be gone by the time that morning came and so Steve didn't have to worry about trying to cover it up. So he allowed it, groaning at the sensation of Rumlow's teeth grazing over his sensitive skin.

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Steve Rogers coming undone, just like that. Sure, there had been enough set-up, kissing, time spent together, walls slowly lowering, but this right here... it was all gold. The novelty of doing this in Steve's apartment wasn't lost on him either because there had been initial resistance of showing him this place all that time ago. Everything mixed and added together was putting him in a highly aroused and great place.

He paused in his activities to grip the waist of Steve's trousers and force them down to the blond's knees. He then lifted a foot to set on the bunching material between Steve's legs and forced it the rest of the way down, and he continued to step on it to keep both legs and pants pinned to the floor. Let the rest of their golden hero squirm.

He slipped his hand around Steve's erection, stroking long and slow as he went back to leaning in so he could kiss and nip at the warm skin across the front of Rogers' chest. He made a husky noise of pleasure at the demand. "First, I'm going to stroke you until you squirm for me. Second, I'm going suck you until you beg. Third, I'm going to screw you until you come undone," he growled, all three promises that were coming down the line.

"Would you care to make changes to tonight's manifest," he added as he lowered his other hand to cup Steve's testicles and roll the sack against his palm.

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Yes, Steve had also considered that they were doing this in his own space, the apartment that he'd been cagey about even letting Rumlow visit at first. It was supposed to be for him and him alone, the one place in the world where he could be himself because he didn't have any expectations to match up to -- but he was being himself right now. That was probably the scariest realization, that he wanted all of this, but there was something freeing about giving into it too.

And while he planned to keep their arrangement a secret, there was a part of Steve that wondered what everyone's reactions would be if they found out. Their perfect piece of propaganda, "tainted."

Rumlow didn't waste any time in getting his pants off, and as Steve's jeans were tugged down to the floor he stepped out of them and kicked them away to be collected later. It was probably for the best, because if he stayed in them too much longer he'd probably end up dirtying them. When Rumlow grabbed for his dick, finally making that skin-on-skin contact that Steve had resisted until now, a moan startled out of him and he bucked his hips up to press himself against Rumlow's palm.

The list of Rumlow's plans both thrilled Steve and left him unsure. That would lead to a whole lot of new experiences all in one night, and he didn't know if he was ready for it, but he also didn't really care how he got off, so long as it happened. The first two, at least, he could see himself doing -- but the third...

Whatever. He wasn't going to overthink this for once. There wasn't nearly enough blood in his brain for that right now. Rumlow's hand moved down to his balls and Steve hissed in surprise. He should have known that being touched there would be intense, given how sensitive he was there, but his cock twitched all the same. "You do your thing, I'll stop you if I'm not feeling it," he decided through ragged breaths.

Not here, though. Not on the kitchen counter. Steve pushed himself off of it, reluctantly pulled himself away from Rumlow's touch, and then nodded to the bedroom. "This way." He felt a little ridiculous, crossing the room with only his shirt on and one hell of an erection, but he also had enough presence of mind to not want to make a total mess.

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The corner of his lip curled at the moan that emerged from Steve's lips, like some kind of dirty secret being told in the air between them. It was exactly what he wanted, and it stirred his blood like only the danger of a firefight could. His fingers flexed as they caressed up the full length of Steve's erection, being gentle and encouraging as he sidled up closer and savoured the flex and hardness of that enhanced body so close to his own.

He hummed to acknowledge that Steve could tell him to stop, and he actually would. If he wanted this to last, there was going to have to be some give and take. Besides, once Steve finally capitulated, it would be such a great day. He could make off 'took the virginity of a famous person' off of his bucket list.

Rumlow made a soft sound of loss when Steve just pulled away, his fingers releasing, but his lips twisting as if someone had just taken his favourite gun from his locker and told him to go piss off. The reaction was drummed away at the invitation though, and he moved silently after Steve, aware of the lay out of the apartment and able to guess where they were going. Steve was such an adorable traditionalist in that way. He prowled into the bedroom and kicked the door shut before he was reaching out to tug on Steve's shirt. "Come on, we're all alone. Do I get the pleasure of seeing you naked in your own place?"

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It wasn't as if Steve wanted to delay this any further either, but he had to consider what would be easier to clean when they were done. All he had to do was toss his soiled sheets into the washing machine tomorrow morning and any trace of what they'd done would be erased.

And maybe some sense of traditionalism played into it too. It was going to be his first time, after all, and it seemed important that it happened in the bed.

When Rumlow slid back into his personal space again, Steve let out a shuddering breath and lifted both of his hands to set on Rumlow's shoulders. So he wanted the shirt off, huh? That wasn't a tall order given that Steve had already taken everything else off, and so he nodded at the spot where Rumlow was already grabbing for the fabric.

He resisted the urge to rub himself up against Rumlow's hip, to lean in and search out his mouth again. That could wait until he was properly naked. "Go ahead. But that means you're gonna strip down too, right?" Fair's fair.

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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.