"Oh Christ," Sean says and laughs nervously, "Yeah? Jesus, I should have made a move sooner then. I'll tell you one thing, I'm going to have a hard time not popping one when we're washing up at the gym and I look over at you."

He leans forward, pressing a quick kiss against Steve's stomach while he carefully scissors the fingers inside of him. When he feels less tight, Sean crooks them and feels out those soft insides, searching for the prostate. It's a bit cheaty but since Steve's a super soldier and Sean knows he's going to need breaks to keep up, it's fine to make sure he knows where that is, so he can make sure Steve feels really good.

"I've been thinking about you too." Sean tells Steve as he keeps his fingers steady so Steve can do part of the work for him. Fucking yourself on someone's hand always feels great. "You've had the staring role in most of my after-gym fantasies. I've always had a thing for men who could absolutely bench press me without breaking a sweat. You want another finger, or is two good for you?"