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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?"

"Yeah? Trying hard not to think about coming up being me when you know how well I can take you?" Steve said, smirking just a bit. Sure it was all fantasy and dirty talk but he was starting to really, really get into it and it seemed like Sean was as well. "Where anyone might come in and see how well you- ah!"

Sean's fingers found his prostate, the new sensation shooting through him and cutting off his words. The man definitely knew what he was doing and Steve was more than happy to sit back and let Sean work his magic. And with how good it felt it had to be magic.

"I think... two is good for now."

"Where anybody might see me fucking Captain America in the showers?" Sean finishes for him, his fingers lightly pressing against that magic little spot inside of Steve. He's tempted to push him and see if he could make Steve come just like this...

But he backs off, letting Steve catch his breath while Sean keeps opening him up. "Just you watch, knowing exactly how to drive you wild is going to be hard to resist. Next time I see you under the water, I might just come in behind you and press you straight against the wall. It might be worth getting kicked out of the gym if we're caught, just so I can hear how you sound. God. Remind me to tell you about the Panera Bread I got banned from once."

But, before Steve can ask for clarity on that, Sean spreads his fingers wide inside of him and sees how tight Steve is. Christ, he's got muscles everywhere. Sean decides to give him a hand and help him relax a little quicker, wrapping his free hand around Steve's beautiful goddamn cock and stroking him.

Steve couldn’t really respond, not with the way Sean was spreading him open and then suddenly stroking his cock. That definitely did the trick though, allowing him to relax a bit and focus on what was happening with his cock and less with his ass. He was getting used to the sensation though, relaxing was easier and it felt like he was taking Sean’s fingers easier.

“I’d- I’d rather hear about these other fantasies you have about me,” Steve said, his breath coming a bit faster as he tried to focus on his words. It was difficult though with what Sean was doing and the anticipation of having even more of the other man inside of him.

"Oh Christ, do you have the time? It's a long list." Sean tells them anyway, letting his voice be something for Steve's mind to grab onto as he starts to slowly work a third finger in. "I'm sure you're shocked to hear this, but I have thought very long and very hard about you just picking me up and shoving me against the wall, and holding me up as you fuck me. I've got a hand over my mouth to shut myself up, because if I don't, somebody's coming to walk in on you fucking me so hard that I'm about to fall apart. Or, I think about having your arms tied up over your head while me and my clever mouth are hard at work sucking the ever-loving jesus out of you. And we both know you could get out, but of course you don't, and you just writhe there as I make you see stars."

The third works in, bit by bit, until Sean has all three inside of Steve. Fuck, even while getting stroked off, he's still tight as a drum. Sean just keeps busy, long smooth curls of his hand up and down that lovely shaft, his thumb grazing over the head of Steve's cock. "I've spent a lot of time thinking about you sending me texts while you're at home, asking me to send you shots, and I do. I send you pictures of anything you want. But- Christ, I had it a bit sideways, didn't I? I suppose I should have daydreamed more about making you send me pictures of yourself for me to wank myself raw to."

And he curls his fingers in Steve. "You would, wouldn't you?"

"What if I wanted someone to see us? Don't you want everyone to know I can't resist you?" Steve asked, his voice still tight with need and pleasure. He wasn't sure if he would actually do something like that but the words came so easy and the idea of it appealed to him, having people know how badly he wanted Sean.

Steve took long, deep breaths as the other finger worked into him and Sean continued to play with his cock. He loved the dual sensation and could hardly wait until the man pressed his cock into Steve. As good as the fingers felt he knew that would feel even better.

"I would. Anything you wanted. No- no reason we both- both can't send pictures. Ah! Yes!"

Jesus Christ, oh God, the way Steve sounds right now and the things he's saying... it all goes straight to Sean's cock and he has to take a breath to steady himself. Fuck, that's good, that's- that's really good. "Fuck, Steve, god I'd- yeah, I'd want that. I'd want that."

His fingers in Steve, twisting some, driving him to the edge. "Watching people looking at you, and looking at me, and just wondering how it was that I could be the one to drive you that mad? That I could have you so desperate to agree to that? Fuck."

Sean eases his fingers out and gets settled closer to Steve. He rests the tip of his cock against Steve's entrance, just rubbing against him to tease. "You're right, you're right, no reason we can't both send pictures. Video, even. You could sent me a video of you rubbing one out, and I could do the same."

And with that, he pushes the head of his cock inside of Steve, groaning the moment he feels how tight and hot he is. "Oh christ-"

Steve felt a bit of a shiver run through him when he felt Sean’s cock at his ass. This was happening, this was really happening and he wanted it so badly he couldn’t stand it. He tried to imagine what this would be like but his imagination could never come up with something this good. Looking at Sean now, that look in his eyes and the expression on his face made him want to do this over and over just to see that look.

“Sean,” he grunted as the head of the other man’s cock pressed into him. “Yes, I need you in me. I need you to fuck my ass, Sean. I. Want you. So bad.”

It was hard to hold still, to not push himself toward the other man’s hips to get more of him but he knew he had to let Sean control the pace. He hoped that the heated, loving look he gave his friend was enough to convey how badly he wanted this.

“Just imagine... all those people seeing how well you fuck me and they’d know. You look so hot filling my ass. Everyone hearing me call your name...”

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

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