Sam moved his right hand up Steve's back, making sure to claw as he did so, before digging his fingers into the back of Steve's neck, scratching slightly in the short hair there. He willingly moved into Steve's touch, jerking his hips and trying to find a way to both meet the thrusts and also build up a steady rhythm pushing into Steve's hand.

He was reduced to small, moaning noises, all rational thought gone from his mind. Steve was huge, and they were moving together smoothly now, and he would be sore and empty-feeling when they were done, but he didn't care. Steve always left him unable to walk after sex, but it was always worth it, especially when he could keep Steve in bed with him afterwards.