Sam hummed into Steve's mouth, fingers tangling in the hair at the back of Steve's neck, his other hand rucking up Steve's shirt. Steve was like a furnace, all the time, no doubt the result of his huge metabolism and muscle mass. Rubbing his fingers over the skin of Steve's belly, Sam said, "Better take me to bed, then, because there's only one reward I'm after." Sam was already getting hard - nothing more than kissing had left him frustrated, and jerking off in the shower just wasn't the same as Steve's hand around him, Steve in him. It was like being touched by molten lava, enough to make him melt.