"Sorry," Steve apologized again, anyway - and as soon as Sam had a suggestion, he was leaning over, trying to grab the lube, nodding. "Yeah - yeah, of course."

Of course, he had to move if he was going to coat himself with any more lubricant. He spread some on his palm, then leaned down to press a slow, soft kiss to Sam's lips. He could tell the other man wasn't at least as physically aroused as he was before; maybe Sam thought that was a good thing, but Steve didn't. "Okay. Going slow," he murmured, and pulled back, slowly, just an inch or two. But at least he could coat the base of his shaft with a little more lube. Then, when he rocked forward, it would help him pull back a little more on the next go. And he'd keep adding lubricant as he went. It was a plan.