[Only when Steve's fingers begin on his buttons that he was assured of just where this was going to go. All the tensions since Austria, walking to the Allied Italian line, transferred back to England and then the awareness he was going back to combat all faded to an almost desperate need on his part. His hands slid down the front of Steve's chest, far more confident as he worked open the blond's jacket and button-down shirt. He pushed his hands up under the white t-shirt, scraping his nails over the ridges of Steve's abs.
Yet, he shifted his shoulders to allow his own uniform to be pushed from him, dropping his hands so that the material could slide down his muscled arms and hit the floor with a soft sound as he caught it on his thighs and lowered it slowly, like he had plenty of practice seeking intimacy in situations where quiet was necessary.]
Like I could leave you to get into fights on your own. I still need to wade in and save your bacon, Rogers. [His hands returned to Steve, shoving off the uniform jacket and then dragging off that t-shirt. His fingers - gentle, curious and confident - roam over that impressive chest, stroking nipples with his thumbs before he shifted his hips to pressed his thigh right into Steve's groin.] You'd be lost without me. We follow each other everywhere.
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Yet, he shifted his shoulders to allow his own uniform to be pushed from him, dropping his hands so that the material could slide down his muscled arms and hit the floor with a soft sound as he caught it on his thighs and lowered it slowly, like he had plenty of practice seeking intimacy in situations where quiet was necessary.]
Like I could leave you to get into fights on your own. I still need to wade in and save your bacon, Rogers. [His hands returned to Steve, shoving off the uniform jacket and then dragging off that t-shirt. His fingers - gentle, curious and confident - roam over that impressive chest, stroking nipples with his thumbs before he shifted his hips to pressed his thigh right into Steve's groin.] You'd be lost without me. We follow each other everywhere.