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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."

“Sean,” Steve said, more than a little needy with his tone. The kisses and touches were almost too much. Almost but he didn’t want them to stop, not with the way they felt so good against his skin. Everything seemed hypersensitive at the moment and he trembled at the anticipation.

“Sean,” he said, this time a little more firmly as he sat down. Steve’s hands moved to the man’s waist as he worked to get his pants off while he leaned forward and pressed his mouth to Sean’s stomach, covering it in kisses. Once he got Sean’s pants down Steve’s hand wrapped around his cock, stroking a bit. It was a weird sensation because it was so foreign as well as familiar. He’d stroked his own cock plenty of times, this just felt like he was doing it backward, really. That and far more exciting since it was Sean’s cock and not his own. “You’re making me happy. Relax. Close your eyes and picture yourself fucking me how you want to do it. What does it look like?”

"Face to face." Sean manages to spit out the answer while Steve jerks him off. Jesus, that's nice. Good think he's always been great at running his mouth, even when he's got someone's dick inside of him - or his dick inside someone else. Not both though, he really can't focus then. His hips roll forward into Steve's grip a few times, just enjoying the wonderful sensation of that strong hand on him. "I- fuck, I want you on your back, so I can look at you, and you can look at me."

It's a good position too. You see your partner, and it feels great, you can get in real deep and watch them fall apart. Though, quick and important question- "Do you have lube? I've got some on me if you don't."

Steve wasn’t even really aware that was an option but he nodded because it made sense. Besides, there was nothing to say that they couldn’t do something different next time. Nodding he continued to stroke Sean, not really looking to get him off but just to have him feel good.

“How hard are you doing it? Slow and gentle? Pounding me hard and deep?” he asked, doing his best to get an idea of what it was they were both looking for. So far Steve has loved everything Sean has done or suggested so he had complete faith in whatever the other man wanted for them to do.

“There’s some in the bedside drawer,” he said, pausing for a moment to add. “Tony gave it as a gag housewarming gift.”

"Aw Christ, we're starting slow, even though I'm sure you could take it rough. You're the least breakable person I've ever met." And there is something appealing about that too. They could find out how much Steve actually could take. And they will, they can. Maybe not this specific time, but next time. "We'll work up to it, I swear."

He also snorts softly at the fact that Tony Stark gave Steve lube as a joke. "Well, if I'm ever face to face with the man, I'll give him a thank you. I won't tell him what for, but we'll know what it's about."

Jesus, but he's handsome... Sean leans in for one more quick kiss before he reluctantly pulls away to step out of his pants, and to get that lube. "Have you ever had anybody's fingers in you before, even just your own?"

"Damn you're gorgeous," Steve said as Sean stepped out of his pants. Completely naked he couldn't help but stare at the other man with a look that was a mixture of awe and lust. Steve wanted to do so many things with that body and had a feeling that Sean would be happy to let Steve do them all. It was almost difficult to know where to start.

"No, I've never had anything like that before. Mostly just because it didn't come up," he said, not wanting Sean to think he had a problem with it. He didn't, obviously, but he didn't want Sean to be afraid to do things to him. "You'll be the first person in my ass."

Jesus, the first person. That's a lot of responsibility. It's not just enough to fuck Steve and be alright, he needs to make sure this feels fantastic. "Good news, you're in very experienced hands. Do you mind getting on your back and bringing your knees up some then?"

He settles on the mattress between Steve's thighs soon as he's got himself set up. Fuck he's handsome, and the sight of him like this is something else. A man could loose his mind just looking at him... But Sean's got work to do, so he squeezes a generous bit of lube on his right index finger. He starts by pressing the lube against Steve's entrance and rubbing against him, just a warm-up for now to get him used to the feeling of being touched there. "Tell me if you don't like it. And especially tell me what you do like about it."

“I’m glad it’s you, whatever level of experience you have,” Steve said, shifting into position like Sean told him. Truth be told he was glad that the other man had experience with this though because it made it a lot easier and took away a lot of the guess work.

When Sean first pressed a finger against his opening Steve tensed up a bit, just because it was such a new situation and his body’s natural reaction. A moment later he was able to relax though and gave a low groan because that felt good. It felt really good.

“I... like that,” he said after a moment. “The feel of it. And just... the idea that you’re touching me like I’ve wanted.”

Sean keeps rubbing his fingers around Steve's entrance, taking the sight of it all in. That's Steve in front of him, open and ready to be fucked - by Sean! - looking so lovely, and making the hottest goddamn noise as he groans. Jesus. If he dies doing this, that's a fine way going. "Good, good. It feels great doesn't it? Being at someone else's mercy, and knowing you can trust them? Loveliest feeling in the world."

He slowly sinks in the tip of his finger, pausing for a moment so Steve can adjust to the intrusion, and then pushing up to the middle of his finger. "Oh Christ, you're tight. I'm going to lose my mind once I get inside of you."

A second finger joins the first as soon as Sean thinks Steve can handle it, and between the two of them, he starts carefully opening Steve up, just the way that Sean likes it when he's bottoming. While one hand keeps working on Steve's ass, he touches Steve with the other, caressing his thighs and rubbing his side and stomach. The touches are there to ground Steven if he needs them, and to make him feel wanted if he's here and focused. Because my God does Sean want him. "You have no idea how handsome you are like this. Like art, you know? You're beautiful like an old painting is."

"So good," Steve gasped as Sean's finger entered him. It was slowly and gentle but it was still the first time anything had been up there so it took him several breaths to relax. Sean was right though, it felt good to be able to trust him, to know that Sean was going to take care of him.

He was adjusting to the feeling when Sean entered another finger. Steve groaned again and there was a little flash of pain before Sean started to loosen him up. It didn't take long for the sensation to start feeling good and Steve moaned as he worked his ass against the fingers, eager for more.

"Glad you... approve. I've wanted this. In the shower at the gym... imagining you coming up being me..."

"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?"

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(sorry for the late response, some stuff cropped up)

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