punched_hitler | For all of us who've seen the light

Sam had kind of had to teach Steve the ropes, a little - he hadn't been all that great a lover at first, because he hadn't had all that much experience. But Steve was a fast learner, and he wasn't a selfish guy, which meant he spent a lot of time trying to please Sam. Of course, the fact that Sam seemed to like touching Steve, deriving pleasure of his own from that, was not exactly something he was going to complain about. His hands slipped down Sam's hips, over his thighs, pulling them a little closer as Sam's fingers slipped underneath his shirt. Steve might be warm, but Sam's hands were warm too, and they felt good against his bare skin. Steve might be a little better at dealing with sexual frustration, especially when he was worried about something else... but he was only human, too.

He laughed quietly against Sam's lips, saying, "Yessir," before he hooked his hands under Sam's knees and pushed them up off the couch, trusting Sam to hold on so Steve could just carry him to the bed. It was much faster that way, after all, and Sam wasn't anywhere near the maximum weight Steve could carry.

Sam let out a short noise as he was picked up and clung to Steve, hooking his legs behind his partner's back. He occupied himself with making a hickey on Steve's neck that would be gone within hours, enjoying the red mark he was creating on Steve's tan-gold skin.

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."

Sam grunted when he was deposited into the bed and kicked off his flip-flops, immediately reaching for Steve's shirt and started pulling it off over his head, fingers pushing into Steve's pecs. "Mmm, well, maybe after you get in me, I'll give you a few dozen more."

He started working at Steve's belt. "Get your shoes off."

The shiver that went through Steve's body at those words was unmistakeable. He might not be the best at making Sam hot with words, but the opposite was certainly not true. He managed to get his arms up so Sam could pull off his shirt, not caring where it ended up in the least.

Steve was suddenly regretting wearing normal shoes, rather than something that could just be kicked off like flip-flops. "Okay, but - like this," he laughed, moving to roll them over on the bed so he was on his back and Sam was straddling his waist again, because that way he could lean around Sam and get his shoes off without stopping Sam from what he was doing. Though of course, when he was done at that, Sam's shirt needed to go, and when Steve had a goal in mind, nothing could stop him.

Sam laughed, shifting to help Steve with his shirt. He waited for Steve to get his shoes off and pulled at his belt, shoving Steve's pants down past his knees so Steve could kick them off as soon as he had the chance.

He leaned down, glad Steve had transitioned to boxers. Sam rubbed the heel of his palm over Steve's dick through his underwear, his other hand going to his own dick.

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."

Sam grinned and hummed, obediently pulling his hand away from his crotch. Instead, he leaned in and down, mouthing at Steve through his underwear. He looked up and said, not breaking eye contact, "Better do your job, then." He grinned, pulling down the waistband of Steve's underwear, kissing the head as it appeared. Someday he would be able to take Steve to the root, but today was not that day.

"I will - " Steve managed to get out, a bit haltingly, because, "but you're making it kind of... hard."

He grinned stupidly at his own pun, but it was true - Sam was making it horribly difficult for the super-soldier to actually concentrate on much at the moment. But let it never be said that Steve Rogers wasn't determined, because despite all of that, Sam's pants were hanging open in a matter of seconds, and Steve's hand was slipping under the waistband of whatever lay beneath to touch him directly, fingers trailing deceptively lightly along the length - but not for long. Steve never teased for very long, and definitely not when he was supposed to be making something up to Sam.

Sam moaned when he was touched and pulled mouth away from Steve, though he did let his own hand linger, fingers stroking along his length easily. His other hand went to his pants and he started to shove them down, taking care not to dislodge Steve's hand or stop his own touching as he did so.

Finally Sam had his pants kicked off and they were both just in their underwear. He rocked into Steve's hand then leaned forward, pressing their lips together. He said into Steve's mouth, "Want me to suck you off, Steve?"

Steve's fingers tightened just a little around Sam, trying to give him more friction as he rocked forward. Another shiver went through his body, but he definitely wasn't cold, because he was pretty sure every inch of skin was flushed with excitement, now. At least he wasn't flushed with embarrassment. They'd managed to get over that some time ago. He waited to answer Sam's question until he'd had a nice, long - and very deep - kiss first, then mumbled against his lips, "Do you think I'm gonna say no?" Because he definitely wouldn't.

Sam grinned against Steve's mouth then pulled away, mouthing down Steve's body, fingers still trailing up and down Steve's length as he worked his way down, pausing every now and then to make another red mark before continuing. His other hand pulled down Steve underwear past his knees and leaned in, finally wrapping his mouth at the crown of Steve's dick, tonguing at the head, keeping his eyes on Steve's face.

He started to work his way down slowly. Sam could normally suck a dick like a champ, with no problem taking one all the way in, but he just couldn't do it with Steve. He tried and gagged no matter how hard he tried to suppress the reflex. Mostly he settled for going as deep as he could and working the rest with his hand.

If Sam was watching his face, he'd see how Steve's eyes fluttered closed for a moment, as his mouth got closer and closer to where he really wanted it to be. It was a bit of a struggle, wanting to keep his eyes open even though they wanted to close, but when he felt Sam's lips touch the head of his cock, he managed to pry them open because he really, really wanted to watch. That always got him heated up beyond compare.

Steve had never cared what Sam could or couldn't do, because whatever he did sure felt great. Right now was no exception - in fact, because they hadn't done much for a week or two, it felt even better than he remembered (and he had a perfect memory). "Yeah," he mumbled, one hand going to Sam's shoulder for support, while the other touched the side of his head. "God, that feels good." If he was supposed to be making anything up to Sam... it was just going to have to wait - though not very long. Normally, Steve had excellent stamina. But he was so wound up today, emotionally and physically, that he wasn't sure how long he'd last at all.

Sam smiled around Steve's cock, then took it in deeper, swallowing. The head touched the back of Sam's throat and he hummed, keeping his eyes on Steve and he slowly started to work, one hand on Steve's hip and the other on the base of Steve's dick, bobbing his head up and down.

He made sure to keep his eyes on Steve's face, his own erection momentarily forgotten - not that he minded, Steve's was plenty enough to keep him busy.

Steve wouldn't let Sam go unfulfilled for long, but for just a minute or few, it was going to be tough to get much of anything out of him other than groans and gasps. Sam was really good at this, and Steve's fingers couldn't help but tighten against his head, though he was very, very careful to keep himself under control. That was the one thing Steve had always worried about, after the serum (and it wasn't like he'd had any sex before) - he could seriously hurt his partner if he ever actually let go, and that was absolutely not what he wanted. He had to keep himself under tight control, every muscle straining, but it was worth it, so worth it, to feel Sam's hot mouth around him, getting him more and more worked up by the second. His skin flushed a little deeper, and his hips twitched - a sign that he was already having trouble holding back a release. He just wanted to let go, and after this week, his body was ready to let him have what he wanted, this once. "Sam -" he breathed; he figured Sam would know he was getting close, but it was still better to warn him that it wasn't going to take much more to push him over the edge.

Sam blinked when Steve breathed his name, moving easily when Steve's hips twitched. He could tell Steve was close, could feel it in the tenseness of his legs and back. He didn't pull away, though, instead choosing to swallow Steve down. He hummed, hoping to drive Steve over the edge, pushing down slightly on Steve's hip to try and lessen any chance of being gagged by Steve's cock when the man came.

Steve had warned Sam as best he could - and that was about all he could do. He felt Sam's efforts redouble, and it was enough to drive him crazy - and over the edge - in the very best of ways. He felt Sam's palm pressing against his hip, made every effort to keep his hips still as he felt that white-hot heat snap inside of him, making his whole body shiver as he let out a strangled sound that was probably supposed to be Sam's name as he came, hard, not realizing how badly he'd needed that release until it was suddenly upon him.

Sam swallowed as much as he could then pulled away, letting the rest of Steve's release hit him in the throat and chest. He wiped his lips with the back of his hand, then sat up fully, grinning. "How was that?" He leaned over for the tissues and started to mop himself up. He was still hard as a rock and was planning on using Steve's refractory period to prep himself, digging in the nightstand for lube.

When he was mostly cleaned up he leaned in and pressed his lips to Steve's, letting the man taste himself on Sam's tongue.

Steve actually took a minute (or three) to answer him, because his head was positively spinning. He was grinning, though, almost absently, eyes slightly glazed until he managed to come back to himself and realize that Sam, equally grinning, had asked him a question.

Then he slumped a little, tense muscles suddenly relaxing, and laughed, softly, even as Sam got himself cleaned up (which made Steve flush a little, feeling a bit bad, though Sam didn't seem to mind too much). "Oh... great would be a pretty big understatement," he said; as Sam leaned in, Steve's eyes slipped shut for a moment; it was strange, tasting himself in Sam's mouth... but also strangely hot. One hand reached out, tracing down the line of Sam's chest, stopping just above the erection he was sure was aching to be touched - but only for a second, before sliding downard still, to drift over the length. "We should make sure you feel great, too. Really, really great."

Sam shuddered when Steve touched his chest, then his dick. He groaned into Steve's mouth then said, "If you really want me to feel great, start fingering me already." He grabbed Steve's hand, pressing the bottle of lube into it. "If I come, I'm not going to be able to do it again, though." His hips twitched into Steve's touch, but Sam aborted a second thrust into Steve's hand, not wanting to waste it on Steve's hand around him.

Steve really liked making Sam shudder, it made him feel like even though Sam put up with a lot of crap from him, sometimes, it was still worth it. He could still make Sam feel good.

Of course, that didn't stop the little bit of a blush that bloomed across the bridge of his nose, as Sam pressed the little bottle into his hand. But it also didn't stop Steve from grinning a little bit, flipping open the cap with a thumb, though then he had to pull his other hand away from Sam - which was probably for the best. "Then you'd better not come - yet," he said, with a slightly shy smile, rubbing the thick liquid onto his other hand. Steve, of course, having the super-soldier serum, would not take long to get excited again, especially if his mind stayed excited - which it certainly was, as he leaned in to kiss Sam, sliding his slick fingers first along his cock, but then lower, farther back between his legs, so he could make good on Sam's request. Steve always took this part pretty slow, because if he hurt Sam doing this, he'd never forgive himself.

Sam kissed Steve back, shifting a little so Steve could have better access and moaned as Steve's fingers moved back. He whispered, "Don't take too long, though," before burying both hands in Steve's short hair. "Don't be afraid to manhandle me, either." He was not at all opposed to being turned around or ending up with Steve on top of him, so long as he also ended up with Steve's fingers and then also his dick inside.

"Oh... kay," was Steve's absent reply - because while Sam might like to be manhandled... so did he. He'd never have really though it, but the way Sam sometimes pulled at his hair or gripped him a little too tight felt really good. Although right now, it was about making Sam feel good, and Steve had a feeling he wasn't about to suffer, either. So he finally managed to get a hold of himself, pressing into Sam's touch a little more and working on getting one finger inside him, starting to stretch him for what was to come. If Sam didn't want him to take a long time, then he wasn't going to. A second finger quickly followed the first, but Steve was still trying to be thorough. Besides, the more thorough he was, the better Sam would react - and the faster Steve's body would get back with the program. It was already starting to, now.

Sam moaned into Steve's shoulder, fingers knotting in Steve's hair. He tried not to pull, but with two fingers in him, Sam wasn't really in the right state of mind to care. "Over," he whispered, leaning his weight to turn them so Steve was on top of him without dislodging the fingers already working him open. He let his legs fall further apart and lifted his knees, opening himself up even while his close-trimmed nails clawed the back of Steve's neck hard enough to leave welts. "Steve... God, Steve..." Even two fingers was enough to get Sam dangerously closer, and Steve's dick was both longer and thicker than the fingers currently inside him.

Sam might not care, but Steve didn't, either. Every tug at his hair turned him on more - but what really did it was the way Sam whispered that command/request a moment later, making his entire body twitch - including his cock. "Mmhm," he hummed quietly in agreement, shifting with Sam so they could get situated a little better - and oh, God, it was better, especially when Sam clawed at the back of his neck like that. "Sam," he breathed, even as Sam was moaning his name, and picked up the pace even more. Three fingers, now, but that was all he was pretty sure either of them were gong to be able to stand. Sam had told him to hurry up.

And in short order, he was searching for the little bottle of lubricant among the sheets again, this time using the liquid to coat not his hand, but the erection that had returned with a vengeance, thanks to Sam and the way he was responding. "Are you ready?" he breathed, because no matter how much they both wanted this, he wasn't going to sink into Sam until the other told him it was okay.

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