[ He didn't give a fuck what Steve gave him, he just didn't want the other man taunting him, making him wait. The way he kept him pinned got close to torture, but at the very least his mouth was on his cock, so he wasn't being entirely denied.
He let out a sound, somewhere between pleasure and protest, and his head fell back on the mattress, his leg folding and rubbing eagerly between Steve's legs, fingers weaving and tugging hard on his hair. He may not be able to move much, but he sure as fuck was going to use whatever freedom he had to tempt and tease Steve. Eventually that control of his would slip, and he wouldn't be able to keep to that patient pace anymore. ]
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He let out a sound, somewhere between pleasure and protest, and his head fell back on the mattress, his leg folding and rubbing eagerly between Steve's legs, fingers weaving and tugging hard on his hair. He may not be able to move much, but he sure as fuck was going to use whatever freedom he had to tempt and tease Steve. Eventually that control of his would slip, and he wouldn't be able to keep to that patient pace anymore. ]