Steve actually took a minute (or three) to answer him, because his head was positively spinning. He was grinning, though, almost absently, eyes slightly glazed until he managed to come back to himself and realize that Sam, equally grinning, had asked him a question.

Then he slumped a little, tense muscles suddenly relaxing, and laughed, softly, even as Sam got himself cleaned up (which made Steve flush a little, feeling a bit bad, though Sam didn't seem to mind too much). "Oh... great would be a pretty big understatement," he said; as Sam leaned in, Steve's eyes slipped shut for a moment; it was strange, tasting himself in Sam's mouth... but also strangely hot. One hand reached out, tracing down the line of Sam's chest, stopping just above the erection he was sure was aching to be touched - but only for a second, before sliding downard still, to drift over the length. "We should make sure you feel great, too. Really, really great."