"No, I think it's just hard to argue about sex with me," Steve laughed, mostly because he knew he was damn stubborn. "But you should give it a go. Remind me how much I like it." And he tried to prove it, with a last slow kiss to Sam's lips, before he felt that hand on his chest.

"But I like where I am," Steve teased - even as he started moving, because he definitely didn't want to make Sam uncomfortable or sore - well. More sore. So instead he slid out of Sam, carefully, and moved to prop himself up on his side on the bed. "Are you tired?"