Steve was more than happy to kick his pants off, once Sam had obliged him by taking care of the belt. Of course, he was far more than more than happy a second later, when Sam's hand rubbed him through his underwear, making his entire body go rigid and a flush start to spread across his skin - but a good flush, an excited one. His eyelids fluttered, but he caught sight of where Sam's other hand was going, and he gave a playful shake of his head. "Nuh-uh," he said, leaning forward, rocking their hips together so that Sam's hands were sandwiched between them, giving them both a little pressure. Then Steve managed to get one hand moving, enough to swat Sam's hand away from himself so Steve would work on Sam's pants, one-handed. Being superhumanly-dexterous came in handy, sometimes. "That's my job."