sameoldsong | OPEN TO ALL (ALL RATINGS)

"Hey, think of yourself as the ringer! You can come in stealthily and make us all look like fools." Sean teases right back, though it softens some when Steve talks about them picking fruit to can. That's really nice. And it jogs something in Sean's mind. "Oh yeah! I've heard there's a website where people put up the locations of fruit trees that they aren't going to harvest, and you can just show up and take that fruit! I've never done it, but we should do that! That's a good way of getting fruit without having to even leave the city."

He snaps his fingers. "Or, community gardens. There's one in my neck of the woods! I always walk by it, but I've never stopped in. I should ask about it, maybe they've got stuff for canning in there. We could find out what the rules are." And as they head up the stairs, he bumps his shoulder into Steve's again. He's excited, really excited, and it's not just because he's thinking about seeing Steve again. He's thinking about what's right ahead of them. A view from high up in the tower, and then a chance for an even more breathtaking view with Steve himself.

Steve smiled as Sean bumped into him, responding in kind and using the motion to just stay a bit closer to the other man. His hand brushed against Sean's, not exactly taking it but hoping the other man would understand the implication. It wasn't that he was ashamed of being seen holding hands with another man but more that he wanted being with someone, whoever it was, to be a private thing. This was about himself and Sean.

"I'd love to get involved in a community garden. I don't even know what grows around here but it would be fun to try something. Or just see what's there and try and come up with things to do with it," he said. Steve had a mental image of himself and Sean picking things in the garden then coming home to make dinner with them. It was a really nice thought.

As they neared the tower Steve felt the butterflies in his stomach pick up a bit. It was a mixture of excitement and nerves, although the nerves were more due to the fact that he was only vaguely aware of how this would all work. He'd never been with a man before.

The guard at the front of the Tower nodded to Steve as they entered as he lead Sean to the elevator. It was quiet at night, no crowds of visitors or staff working. Just the two of them as they waited for the elevator.

"Sean, I just want you to know I'm- I'm really glad that you came back with me. Really glad. I just want you to know this is the first time I've ever... done something like this, done anything, with another guy."

Sean tries not to make assumptions about people, especially not about their experience. You never know what they're like in private, or how they used to live their lives before you met them. But when Steve tells him that Sean's the first time he's done something with a guy, it's not a huge shock. Steve came from the 30's. And Sean- jesus, Sean's from now, and there's still a reason he lives in New York and not in rural Ireland anymore.

They's nobody really around here, just the two of them and the guard at the door, and Sean reaches to touch his hand to Steve's, just resting the back of their hands together to mirror what Steve did before while they were walking. "We'll take it slow, figure out what you feel like and how much of it you want. We've got lots of dates in the future to get wild on, once it's all ordinary and boring."

And after a beat, he adds, "Fair warning, I'm a biiiiiiit of a slut, so it'll be a fun ride no matter how far we go."

"Sean, I'm not telling you that so you necessarily take it slow with me," Steve said. As the elevator door opened he slipped his hand into Sean's and pulled the other man into the elevator and hit the button for the top floor. Now that he hadn't Sean's hand in his it felt like his pulse was so strong the other man would be able to feel it in his palm.

"Just so that you know you might have to guide me or suggest things. But I don't want you to hold back or avoid things either. It isn't all new because of lack of will but just opportunity," he explained, hoping that Sean understood. He was eager to do things, things he probably didn't even know about right now, and he didn't want to waste time. Speaking of which... "You know, the sunrise from the top of the building is pretty nice too..."

Because now that he thought about it Steve was eager to just go straight to his room.

"Well, I'm a very experienced guide. But honestly, you're going to do fine, I guarantee it." Sean promises. It's an easy one to make. Steve's so handsome, and more than that, he's sweet and funny in ways that Sean wouldn't have expected and god he's so sincere too. Sean's going to make it good for him. He's going to make sure that no matter what happens after this, Steve will always be able to look back on this experience as a good first one. "The best part about sex is that it comes naturally for the most part."

Steve offering to take Sean to a sunrise instead just gets a laugh from him, and a broad happy smile that turns sly as Sean turns his body and leans in to finally do what he's wanted to for a long time. He kisses Steve right there in the elevator, his hand squeezes Steve's tight as he does so.

Steve kissed Sean back, eagerly pressing his body against the other man even as his hand shot out to hit the button on the elevator that would make sure it stopped at the floor his room was on. The kiss was different than what he was used to, obviously. The skin and lips rougher, more firm, but not in a bad way.

He gave a small moan as his fingers ran through Sean hair, almost chuckling at how quickly he ran out of hair doing that. Instead he just cupped his hand to the back of Sean’s head and pulled him deeper into the kiss, his tongue teasing the other man’s lips as he was eager to take things to another level. There would be plenty of sweet kisses later but he was too worked up just now for that.

Oh wow, Steve just goes for it, and it's amazing, and a good reminder to Sean that right, right, a lack of experience isn't the same thing as wanting to go slow or be shy. When Steve wants to go deeper, he happily goes deeper, parting his mouth to invite Steve's tongue right inside. There's a hand on the back of his head and it's nice, and Sean goes ahead and set his free hand on Steve's waistt, fingers sliding against that warm, tight t-shirt and the impressive body beneath.

He does his best to make the kiss good for them both, a little wet and a little dirty now that Steve's opened the door. God, he's making out with Steve Rogers in the Avengers Tower elevator. The world is wild.

And soon as he hears the doors open, the hand on Steve's side slides down, fingers hooking on the waistband of those tight jeans and tugging Steve forward as Sean walks out of the elevator backwards, still kissing him.

The kiss was incredible, the sort of thing that made Steve completely forget where he was and what was happening except for the kiss and the feel of Sean's hand along his shirt. Which made it a good thing that Sean was at least paying enough attention to step out of the elevator and pull Steve along with him.

Steve let the other man pull him along until he finally broke the kiss. Steve only pulled back a bit though, face still close to Sean's and his hand still cupping the man's head. Steve also struggled not to squirm and press more closely, already hard and needing some friction.

"Two doors that way is my place," he said with a jerk of his head over his shoulder before he leaned in and kissed Sean again, unable to resist the temptation.

"Yeah?" Sean mumbles before he's swallowed up in another kiss. It's so tempting to forget about getting to Steve's place and to just push him back against a wall and start grinding up against him. But public hallways usually aren't a good idea, and they're absolutely fucking terrible places to make out when someone just so happens to be part of like, a superhero team. That's a conversation Sean doesn't want to have right now.

So even as they're kissing, Sean gets them slowly moving down in the right direction, until they're at Steve's door. And- alright, fine, fine, just once, just quickly, he presses Steve back against the door and presses a leg between those beautiful thick thighs. Halle-fucking-lujah, Steve's hard and Sean's happy to put a little pressure on him with his own thigh, giving Steven something to grind on while his hands quickly pat down Steve to find his keys, and to get the door for him.

It would probably be easier if he stopped to let Steve open it but Sean will be damned if he takes the easy option when he can have a hard dick pressed against him instead, and when he can press his own erection right back against Steve.

To be honest the Avengers Tower was probably the safest place for them to do anything in the hallway but Steve didn't want his first time with Sean to be like that. Not that part of it didn't have some sort of forbidden thrill but he wanted them to be able to focus on each other, to take their time. Or at least rush through everything in private.

Steve tried not to grind too much against Sean's leg but it was hard not to, the friction so absolutely perfect. And it was probably best that Sean was opening the door because Steve was too distracted by the feel of Sean's erection against him, how is body felt pressed so close. Once the door opened behind him Steve stepped back quickly, pulling Sean with him before turning to press the other man against the wall and kicking the door closed in one motion.

Now in private his hands slid up under Sean's shirt, fingers trailing along the skin and muscle there, taking in the novelty and the excitement of it all.

Oh god yes, yes, yes, oh fuck, soon as Sean's back is against the wall, he goes ahead and drops the keys on the floor. They'll get them later. He's got more important things to focus on, namely how smoothly Steve moves. He's like a big jungle cat. Sean can't imagine ever pushing someone against a wall and shutting a door at the same time without causing some kind of disaster.

But who cares about that when he's got Steve right in front of him. Steve's hands are so big and warm, and Sean fucking loves how they feel running over his skin. Sean reaches out, hooking his fingers into Steve's belt loops and tugging him close until their hips are pressed together. Fuck, he can't believe it. He's going to sleep with Steve Rogers.

Sean ditches his jacket on the floor and leans in for another kiss. He's fit under the shirt, but he's human as well, and the further Steve explores, the more he comes across scars. Sean's been lucky, and most of them are old - childhood accidents, ill-advised teen stunts. There's a few fresh ones though - a thin long line high up on his chest where a knife stabbed him, and a handful of circular buckshot scars along his right side where a shotgun blast barely missed his mid-center. Sean's entirely forgotten about them, more focused on the feeling of Steve's cock as his hips start grinding forward.

“Sean.”

Steve’s voice was low and husky with arousal but there was also and edge of desperation to it as well, like parts of him were becoming unraveled and he needed Sean to tug on the threads to completely undo them. His hands found the scars and while Steve’s own body didn’t scar he was familiar the wounds. Later there would be questions. Much later. Right now he needed his hands over the other man’s chest.

The shirt was in the way though, blocking his access to Sean skin so he pulled back just enough to get it off of Sean. He immediately pressed close again, hips rocking against Sean as his mouth pressed a filthy kiss to the other man’s lips. It was all almost too much for him but it all felt too good to stop. There was so much to explore and enjoy he had trouble knowing what to do next.

Lucky for Steve, 'next' is what Sean does best. As the kiss gets downright filthy, he lets Steve get worked up before he pulls back. "Hey," He whispers, pressing his mouth to Steve's jawline while one hand slides forward to rest on the front of Steve's pants, fingers tucked inside and thumb resting on the belt. "Let me take care of you. You have no idea how long I've wanted to suck your cock."

He starts to work the belt open, stealing one last kiss - and letting Steve touch his chest in that wonderful, demanding way that he's doing - before Sean pushes him back. He gets himself just enough space to sink down to his knees and come face to face with that beautiful hard-on. Sean glances up with a grin and starts getting Steve's fly open, eager to make good on the promise he made on the subway.

Steve liked the way Sean kissed along his jaw and he especially liked how it felt to have Sean rub his hand along his cock. He was so hard and aching that he couldn't help but give a moan at that as he shuddered at the sensation. Words felt impossible at the moment so all he did was nod as Sean got to his knees.

He looked down and couldn't help but blush at the look on Sean's face as he began to undo Steve's pants. It wasn't like this was the first time someone had ever gone down on him but he still couldn't help but blush, especially with how eager the other man was. Reaching out he ran his fingers through Sean's hair, almost lovingly as he trembled in anticipation.

Aw christ, look at him, just look at how badly he needs this. How long has it been since he had someone taking care of him? He doesn't want to tease him too badly, not when he's that red in the face, not when he can feel the way Steve's fingers shake a little as they run through Sean's hair. Sean wants to make him feel good, really good. And he's going to, by god, he's going to.

Soon as he's got the fly open, Sean's hands tug Steve's pants down to mid-thigh, taking everything with them until Steve is bare. He's so hard right now. Sean just looks up at Steve's handsome face and gives him a smile before Sean leans in and presses a kiss to the tip of Steve's cock. It starts chaste, but it doesn't stay that way, because Sean parts his lips and lets his tongue slide over the head. Steve's got a nice sized cock and Sean's eager to get it in his mouth. He goes slow though, because he wants to make sure they both enjoy this. The lips open wider and he swallows the first inch of Steve's cock, giving is a suck before he slides down to the next inch and does the same.

His hands rest on Steve's bare thighs, giving them a squeeze as Sean's head slide down one inch more, and then he begins to properly suck Steve off. Sean's hard and he ignores it, focused entirely on making Steve feel nice.

Steve wanted to watch Sean, to see him take Steve’s cock in his mouth, but as soon as the man pressed his lips to the head of his cock Steve groaned and rolled his eyes back in pleasure. The fingers in Sean’s hair tightened for just a moment before relaxing again as a shudder of pleasure went through Steve’s body. It felt almost too good as Sean began to lower himself more and more onto Steve’s cock.

His free hand shot out to steady himself against the wall as the mean started bobbing his head. All Steve could do at first wasp gasp and groan at how amazing it all felt. He could feel the pleasure build and build with each movement and it was almost too good.

“Sean... Ah! Yes! I’m not... Sean I’m not going to last long,” he groaned, feeling no shame in that considering how long it had been and how good it felt. Not only that but he knew that even after he came he would stay hard.

Sean's hands squeeze Steve's thighs to assure him that he's heard him loud and clear. He drops his right hand and wraps it around the base of Steve's shaft, stroking him while his mouth bobs faster along the top of Steve's cock. If he's not going to last, that's fine, that's more than fine. They've got all evening for this, plenty of time for another round or two, especially since Sean's willing to put down money that if anyone's got enough stamina to go again multiple times in one night, it's absolutely Captain America.

His eyes look up at Steve, crawling up that broad and muscular torso and resting on the sliver of face he can see when Steve's head is thrown back. Jesus but he's handsome, and even moreso when he's making all those lovely sounds. Sean'll do anything to keep hearing them. Christ, he sounds so good. His hand starts pumping Steve faster and his mouth stays on Steve's cock, eager to find out exactly what he tastes like when he comes.

The stroking and sucking and eyes looking up at him for all too much. It felt so good and Sean looked so beautiful. He tried to think of something to say or so that would capture the moment, that would explain to the other man how good this felt or what it meant to him. There was only one this his body was interested in doing though.

“Sean... Sean... SEAN!”

When Steve came it was hard and almost sudden with all the intensity of someone that hadn’t gotten off in far too long. His hips pumped forward as he came again and again, cum pulsing into Sean’s mouth as Steve swore he saw white as his body continued to flood with pleasure that he didn’t even think was absolutely possible. He had to lean forward more, resting more on his hand against the wall as his orgasm finally started to die down. He was still hard but the pleasure had been overwhelming.

Sean's quick to sink his mouth down on Steve as his hips jerk forward, swallowing steadily around him. He loves this part - loves making someone feel so nice that they come. Sean's free hand strokes along the back of Steve's thigh and he drinks up every wonderful sound Steve makes. Jesus, is there anything better than hearing his name called out like that? Is there anything more lovely than watching Steve slump partly against the wall from the intensity of it all?

Usually, Sean keeps sucking until his partner goes soft, and only then does he pull off. But something's different this time. Steve came but he's still hard when Sean eventually pulls back and lets Steve pop out. His hand gives Steve a few lazy pumps to confirm and, yep, he's absolutely not getting soft. Sean can't help but grin as he looks back up at Steve. "You know, the Smithsonian exhibit didn't mention this part of the super soldier package."

Steve could only laugh for a moment, still not quite able to speak. He was at that spot where he was still too sensitive for more stimulation and trying to come down from the pleasure. That was the hardest he’d come in a long, long time and he needed a moment. Besides, he wanted to enjoy the satisfied look on Sean’s handsome face as well. It was a really good combination.

“Probably also didn’t mention... how badly I want you in me,” Steve said, grinning down at the other man, still a bit out of it. He knew what he wanted though and he wanted more of Sean, more of him in every way he could get him. He wanted to see how hard Sean was, wrap his hand around the other man’s cock, feel it press inside his ass. He wanted everything right now.

Oh Christ. Jesus. For a second, Sean's stunned to hear Steve goddamn Rogers - Captain fucking America - tell Sean how badly he wants to get fucked by him. This isn't how he thought his night would go when they went for drinks, not even in the versions where he managed to hook up with him. But the world is bigger and stranger than anything Sean's used to, and he's happy to roll with it.

"God, then I shouldn't leave you waiting then, huh?" Sean gives Steve's cock a quick kiss before he stands up, and pulls Steve into a proper kiss in the hallway. His hips nudge forward, and he lets Steve feel just how hard Sean's gotten from sucking him off. He's going to be the first man to fuck Steve. God he better not fuck it up.

Sean seemed to pause for a moment and Steve worried that he had said and done something wrong. He didn't know what that could be but this was so uncharted waters that he worried he could have upset the man in some way he wasn't aware of.

All of that worry passed in an instant though as Sean kissed cock and then stood back up. Steve could feel how hard the other man was and groans into the kiss. He can even taste himself on Sean and part of that is more than a little exciting. Everything about him was begging for more and the anticipation that Sean was going to give him that was a rush.

"Tell me what you like to hear?" Steve said, breaking the kiss after a moment. He wanted them both to enjoy this and he knew that the best way to find out what Sean liked was just to ask. And just to make sure the other man knew he was serious Steve reached between them and palmed the other man's cock. "I want you to tell me. Sounds. Words. What would drive you crazy to hear?"

The moment Steve's hand presses against Sean, he just moans and shudders. Fuck that feels nice. That's what he wants, it really really is. He combs a hand through Steve's hair, and presses his forehead against Steve's chest for a moment. Just breathe, and center yourself, and get your head on straight, because he's got to top and he needs to do it right.

Two breathes later, and Sean raises his head. He's ready. With his palms flat on Steve's chest, he presses him back through the apartment and seeking out the bedroom. "I want to to talk. Tell me how you feel. Tell me what you like, what you don't, what's driving you insane. Tell me who you're thinking about, or what, or- anything. Just talk to me. I want to hear you and what it's doing to you."

And he puts on a slightly stern voice, "And I want you to get those clothes off."

"I want your hands all over me," Steve said as he pulled his shirt off over his head as he walked backward toward the bedroom. It wasn't a big place and it was only a dozen or so steps before he was bumping up against his bed.

Sean's hand on him had felt almost searing with its heat and he wanted that sensation direction against his skin, to feel like he was being burned with pleasure. There was going to be so much more and he craved that as well but just the touch alone felt incredible.

"Just looking at you is making me ache for you. I just want to be with you. Just us. You don't have to be demanding or anything you don't want to be," Steve said, wanting to make sure Sean understood what Steve wanted. This wasn't about Sean having to boss him around or anything, this was just about what his body wanted from the other man. "I keep thinking about your cock pressing up into me and how good it would feel. To have you fuck me so hard because I can take it..."

Sean's trying to work himself up, but Steve says he doesn't have to be demanding, and he melts a little again. He really wants to make it nice. Sean wants Steve to look back on this with the same fondness he has for his first time. He just... he wants to do good. But doing good means listening, so that's what he does.

"C'mere." He gets his hands on Steve, and he slides them down that beautiful, broad chest. God just looks at him. Handsome, so handsome and gorgeous. Sean kisses his throat, and he lets his mouth keep pressing kisses along Steve's shoulder and neck. His hands slide down Steve's sides, and they push into his pants and keep pushing them down as Sean's mouth sinks to suck and kiss along Steve's chest proper. "I want to make you happy." Sean mumbles, and gives Steve a push to sit on the bed, so he can gets his pants off. "And god, I can't wait to be inside of you."

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