[ He could've kept him waiting, could have made him drag this out but that's not going to happen because Steve's level of patience - while decent, seems to be utterly ruined when it comes to Sam.
He strips off everything but his khakis in a hurry, and toes his boots off, making his way over to Sam with a slow smile, crawling up the bottom of the bed to settle between Sam's thighs. ]
Keep going.
[ His hands start at Sam's ankles, shifting them further apart, and then work their way up to his knees, fingers dragging along the insides of his thighs until he's got Sam's hips held firmly, watching his fingers push in and out of himself. Yeah, patience isn't happening right now. ]
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He strips off everything but his khakis in a hurry, and toes his boots off, making his way over to Sam with a slow smile, crawling up the bottom of the bed to settle between Sam's thighs. ]
Keep going.
[ His hands start at Sam's ankles, shifting them further apart, and then work their way up to his knees, fingers dragging along the insides of his thighs until he's got Sam's hips held firmly, watching his fingers push in and out of himself. Yeah, patience isn't happening right now. ]
You gonna come if I put my mouth on you?