[ Steve smiles with his eyes closed, still not gripping himself, not jerking off. His palm presses down, maintaining the same steady pressure. ] Made you want it, huh? I like watching you, Sam. Just...thinking about what I'm gonna do.

[ And the way Sam would look back at him, with that warm affection in his gaze, heated with lust. The way he'd slide his big hand into Steve's hair, cradle the nape of his neck, maybe, urge his head back as he fed his cock slowly into his mouth--Steve's breath hitches audibly. All the way. Filling up his mouth, warm and hard, pressing down his throat; he swallows. ]

I'd take it all. I'd take it all for you. [ His voice is definitely rough. Steve shudders. ] Are you--are you gonna let me jerk myself off while I do?