Sam might not care, but Steve didn't, either. Every tug at his hair turned him on more - but what really did it was the way Sam whispered that command/request a moment later, making his entire body twitch - including his cock. "Mmhm," he hummed quietly in agreement, shifting with Sam so they could get situated a little better - and oh, God, it was better, especially when Sam clawed at the back of his neck like that. "Sam," he breathed, even as Sam was moaning his name, and picked up the pace even more. Three fingers, now, but that was all he was pretty sure either of them were gong to be able to stand. Sam had told him to hurry up.

And in short order, he was searching for the little bottle of lubricant among the sheets again, this time using the liquid to coat not his hand, but the erection that had returned with a vengeance, thanks to Sam and the way he was responding. "Are you ready?" he breathed, because no matter how much they both wanted this, he wasn't going to sink into Sam until the other told him it was okay.