"Look who we fished out of the ocean." Howard leered at the man kneeling in front of him in his quarters, the captain's quarters might he add. The man's hands were tied behind his back. Howard had learned his lesson the first time he had had the man aboard. He'd been so feisty and to be freed of his bindings he had to show his good will first. The soldier was still dripping wet and Howard smugly thought about stripping him out of his clothes later and having his wicked way with him.
"Welcome aboard, Steve Rogers." he said, walking around him slowly.
The blond soldier looked at him angrily and didn't say a word, instead tracking Howard with his eyes as well as he could in his current position.
"Now is that a polite way to greet your host? I'm sure your mother taught you better." Howard smiled at the man when he scowled at him. So feisty indeed!
"Host? I'm your prisoner!" the man spit at him.
"Aye, but that doesn't have to mean that you can't be comfortable. Just remember the last time." Howard leered again and had the pleasure of seeing the other man blush.
"You didn't have any problem with being a prisoner when you begged me to fuck you harder." Howard added and laughed when Steve turned his face away, flushing to the roots of his hair. Howard captured his chin and turned him to face him again.
"Now don't be like that baby. I rather liked it." he said and placed his mouth over that of the soldier.