[He shivered at the implication of how then and now were much the same in how badly they wanted each other. His captain clearly had arranged for this, time for them to be safely alone without interruption unless it was an emergency. He would, of course, reward his lover's actions with a display of what his fine captain had won for such efforts, putting himself on display without a hint of subtly.

Steve was the only one that managed to fuel his desire with looks and words alone. It was some strange gift that the blond had, and it set his blood racing through his veins every time. He cried out at the marking, cherishing it as the best gift for his birthday celebrations, aware that it could be explained away if necessary. They were always careful. His hips rolled invitingly towards that invading finger even as he purposefully clenched his muscles around it.]

How hoarse you made me. How much I clung to your body which was so sullied by our love-making. It took me hours to get clean. Hours of thinking of you while I bathed...

[He bit his lower lip, drawing it into his mouth as he rolled and rocked his body under Steve's watchful gaze, his right hand sliding down his own chest, pausing to tweak his own nipple. He made a sound of pure desire, like touching himself was as good as Steve doing so (nothing was as good as that) and then he walked his fingers down his belly and then palmed down the curve of his erection which almost lay against his stomach.]

Will you make me mewl tonight, my dear captain?