Steve couldn't deny liking the way Sam clung to him - or the way he set to work making a mark that would, unfortunately (or maybe fortunately) fade pretty quickly. Hickies never lasted long, but that just gave Sam the chance to make them over and over again. Was that really so bad?

Of course, it felt so good that it took Steve a minute to get them over to the bed, because he kept getting distracted and stopping. His fingers squeezed Sam's legs gently, pulling him closer against his hips, as his lips brushed over Sam's cheek or his temple, wherever he could reach. "I thought I was supposed to be making this up to you," he said quietly, when they finally reached the bed - which was quite big, and quite comfortable, and Steve was very glad of that. "Except I kind of don't want you to stop doing that."