[Listening to Steve being crude stirred something in him, though he couldn't yet put a word on what that might be. Something... playful, maybe? He kept his teeth to himself as they kissed, hissing in approval as he basked in his mate's attentions as they lay naked on the bed like there was nothing beyond this room to care about now or ever. Like nothing could disturb the moment.

He lounged as he never had before, humming bits and pieces of a long forgotten tune with each kiss that landed on his skin. His hips only subtly moved with the slow lazy strokes of Steve's hand, in no hurry to do anything more or less. This made his body thrum with pleasure and heat but didn't stir his passions high again just yet.]

Hmpt, go big or go home, Rogers. Eight at least. And if you die, I'll still eat your warm corpse so you will forever live in me.