"Showoff," he huffs, already planning on doing much the same to Steve later. A little finesse never killed nobody, but fuck, his partner's definitely done this a lot, and it shows. The grip in his hair turns into cradling the back of his head, nails scraping lightly along his scalp.

He's not quiet about his enjoyment, peppering curses in with delighted groans. He throws a leg wide off the couch like bracing himself on the floor, and his hips can't help but twitch up into that hot mouth. He's sure if he wanted to, Steve could take him trying to fuck right down his throat.