❰ there is no reply text, because steve is too busy doing as jack said. there's enough time between his undressing and getting on the bed and jack's arrival that steve gets impatient, and from there it's only a matter of moments until he has a hand on his cock, stroking himself slowly to full hardness. when jack enters the bedroom, it will be to the sight of steve, naked, on hands and knees with his hand between his legs, faced away from the door. ❱
[ jack's leaving a trail of clothes through the penthouse as he makes it to steve's room. shirt somewhere by the door, shoes kicked off in the hallway, belt left on the kitchen counter, pants and boxers right in front of the bedroom door, and he's just tossing socks over his shoulder as he paces across the room, hungry eyes on the spread of steve's ass and his hand stroking over his cock. ]
Goddamnit, Steven Grant Rogers, you are unfair.
[ jack tells him as he's crawling onto the mattress behind him, fitting his hips just right against steve's, cock perfect and snug between his firm cheeks. he's already flush and hard, having spent the entire walk up here studying that picture steve sent. god, he's too gorgeous for words, and jack just rolls his hips for now, grinding against him, letting precome that slips down his shaft slick the drag of his dick along the seam of his ass.
his hands stroke up along steve's sides, over his back and up his shoulders. touching him always feels too good to be true. sliding back down, they come to either side of steve's incredible ass, gripping the muscle and spreading them, leaving him exposed and open as jack drags an exploring thumb down along the velvet soft skin there. ]
❰ steve hears jack arrive, hears the whisper-quiet shucking of clothing as jack makes his way to the bedroom, and it just makes him spread his legs a little further, jerk his cock a little harder. he focuses on the head, on the precum already dripping from the slit. he gets so wet, after the serum. there's a little puddle forming in the sheets below him. he'll have to change them when they're done.
and then jack arrives, and steve isn't thinking about the sheets.
he crawls up behind steve and steve drops his hand back to the mattress, balancing in order to push his ass back against jack's cock. just the tease of it along the seam of his ass is enough for steve to shudder — and then jack drags his thumb over steve's hole and steve loses his breathe entirely. he spreads his legs a little further. ❱
You're one to talk, ❰ he says, mumbled, trying to ride back against jack's thumb and get it in him. ❱
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Get your clothes off, and be in that position exactly when I get there.
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Goddamnit, Steven Grant Rogers, you are unfair.
[ jack tells him as he's crawling onto the mattress behind him, fitting his hips just right against steve's, cock perfect and snug between his firm cheeks. he's already flush and hard, having spent the entire walk up here studying that picture steve sent. god, he's too gorgeous for words, and jack just rolls his hips for now, grinding against him, letting precome that slips down his shaft slick the drag of his dick along the seam of his ass.
his hands stroke up along steve's sides, over his back and up his shoulders. touching him always feels too good to be true. sliding back down, they come to either side of steve's incredible ass, gripping the muscle and spreading them, leaving him exposed and open as jack drags an exploring thumb down along the velvet soft skin there. ]
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and then jack arrives, and steve isn't thinking about the sheets.
he crawls up behind steve and steve drops his hand back to the mattress, balancing in order to push his ass back against jack's cock. just the tease of it along the seam of his ass is enough for steve to shudder — and then jack drags his thumb over steve's hole and steve loses his breathe entirely. he spreads his legs a little further. ❱
You're one to talk, ❰ he says, mumbled, trying to ride back against jack's thumb and get it in him. ❱