He drew confidence from Steve's assurances that there was safety where they were but more importantly that no one would attack them if caught. They were free to be as they were, and his hands smoothed up Steve's broad back, tracing muscles and warm skin with the tips and grinding more insistently as his ardour rose so quickly. This had to be the best malfunction that he had ever had in his life. He specifically pressed the flare of his hip into Steve's groin, feeling the stiff member pressing back.

Somehow their kiss had some level of civilness, slower but just as heated at the rest of them. When Steve's hands when for his fatigues, it was an invitation for him to reply in kind, though he had to work at not just tearing them. He did get them open and shoved them down off of Steve's hips and wriggled to get out of his own trousers as his hands slipped around to grab Steve's asscheeks and press their groins together desperately.