['So you're... Sam smiles and echoes with a lazy murmur just to affirm and give Steve that bit more for his mind to wrap around.] I'm fucking it right.

[And he lets him talk, loving the increasing catch in his voice and how he's panting because need gets to Rogers when nothing else can touch him. Hums come with his approval, those little notes of how Steve would feel - sore jaw, how deep Sam would be, how much he likes it and how fast he's going.]

I'm watching. [He tells him.] I'm watching all of it because I can't look away from you when you're on your knees for me like this. I can see your arm moving with how quick you're going, touching yourself like that and it's hot, Steve. You're hot and it's like you were made for this your mouth and your throat feel so perfect like this. I feel like I can't get in deep enough but maybe if I just hold your head with both my hands.

[He knows that Steve likes that, loves feeling completely caught up and it adds on to the sensation of just being thoroughly used for him. ] You going to moan for me, baby? You going to let me know when you're getting close?