Steve whispered into Dean's ear as they reached his bedroom, "Since we'll both be leaving for New York tomorrow. You for Stark's tower and me to meet with the others and Fury. I want you to-I want you to make love to me. I've done you quite a few times. I wanna know what it feels like. "

Dean kissed Steve's neck, "Are you sure?"

"Positive."

Dean tugged Steve closer to him by Steve's belt loops, "I guess if you really want to then we'll have to go slow. There are some things I do and some things I don't, but one thing I don't do is go fast and hard with virgins."

Steve huffed, "I'm not a virgin anymore."

Dean slid his hands up the back of Steve's shirt before moving them down to the curve of his ass, "Ass virgin, buddy, nothin' wrong with it, but you're probably not used to someone putting point b in point a."

"Wait, what's point a?"

Dean kissed Steve nose and laughed, "You're gorgeous ass that's what. Come on, strip, get on the bed, and relax. Okay, Apricitas."

Steve tugged off his shirt while Dean's eyes greedily took in the sight of his abs and pecs. Dean wasn't sure if Steve was trying to be sexy about it, but it certainly looked like it. Steve actually didn't do too bad a job at being sexy when he slid his pants off, but it could've gone better if he hadn't stumbled and almost fell when trying to get out of his jeans, "Jesus, almost took a tumble there."

Dean couldn't help but laugh, "God, Steve."

Steve tugged Dean to him by his shirt and shushed his laughing with a kiss. Their lips moved against each others with the occasional tongue darting out when the other pulled away. Dean slid his hand up Steve's muscled thigh and dipped his hand into Steve's boxers. He rested his hand just above Steve's lengthening erection. He let go of Steve's wet lips and didn't cooperate when Steve tried to continue with their kissing, "Sir, I believe there is a hand in your boxers. How the hell did it get there?"

Steve chuckled into Dean's neck, "Lord if I know how it got there. Well since the hand's already there-"

Dean moved his hand down and gave Steve's cock a gentle tug. Steve let out a shaky breath as he shuddered, "Oh, yeah, that's a good place for the mysterious appearing hand."

Dean chuckled as he pulled his hand out of Steve's pants, but not before rubbing his palm against Steve's hard erection. He grinned at Steve's light moan from the friction against his boxers, "You're such a dweeb. Come on, lift your hips so I can get your shorts off."

Steve let Dean slid his shorts down, but once they were off Steve tugged Dean towards him to press a few kisses against his lips. Steve pressed his hips against Dean's and threshed his fingers through Dean's hair. Dean ran his hands down Steve's muscled back, grinning when Steve shivered under his touch, as he pressed his own strained jean clad erection against Steve's. When Steve pulled away breathing heavily and tugged on the hem of Dean's shirt he lifted his arms so Steve could pull it over his head. Steve moved his hands to Dean's waist and Steve kissed and nibbled down Dean's neck in the way Steve knew drove Dean crazy.

Two could play at that game.

Dean pushed Steve away so he could move his head down to Steve's chest. Dean traced his tongue gently over Steve's nipple. Steve gasped quietly and arched his back. His cock, leaking with precum, twitched appreciatively. If there was one thing Dean knew was guaranteed to turn Steve on from 0-100 it was anything involving his nipples and pecs. Dean gently bit down and sucked letting go with a pop as he ran his thumb across the head of Steve's cock. Steve grasped at Dean's short hair and moaned, "Dean, God, Dean."
Dean licked up Steve's sternum and turned his attention to Steve's other pec. He kissed it a few times before taking the nipple into his mouth sucking until Steve whined. He let go and grinned, "I've seen girls with smaller tits than you. Tiny waist and big tits; that's you, babe. You love it when I suck on them don't ya, Darlin'?"

Steve tried and failed not to whimper as he covered his eyes and blush with one hand. He scolded him "Dean, that's obscene!"

"You like it, even if you think it's not decent. I only do it when it's just you and me."

Dean mouthed Steve's chest and used his hands to cup Steve's firm ass. He urged Steve to lie down, and Steve buried his red face into the pillow as Dean kissed and licked down his torso, "Lord, that's good, but Dean-."

Dean slid his hands up and down Steve's thighs, "I like going slow, and I just want you to be relaxed. We'll get to me fucking your tight ass soon enough."

Steve groaned when Dean rubbed his stubbled face against his thigh and gripped his cock moving the foreskin back as he jerked it slowly. Dean licked his lips as he used his thumb to spread Steve's precum over the head of his cock, "You okay, Steve?"

Steve looked at Dean peered toward him through his long eyelashes. Pink lips that were oh so close he could feel the heat of Dean's breath against him, "I'm okay."

Steve tried not to thrust upward into Dean's hot mouth when Dean's lips took his erection in. Dean licked and kissed the head before sucked Steve down deeper into his mouth. Dean had no shame as he bobbed on Steve's cock; his moans and Steve's panting filled the room. Steve bucked his hips against Dean's throat when Dean spread his thighs a bit more and his fingers ghosted over his hole pressing and rubbing, but not entering. Dean took his cock deeper into his mouth and used one hand to tug on Steve's balls. Steve muffled a groan into the pillow when Dean pulled away; his lips wet and reddened, "Damn it."

Dean slid out of his jeans and boxers and tossed them nonchalantly as he reached into the nightstand for the lube and condoms. Steve spread his legs a little wider as Dean sat between them. He bit his lip and his hands twitched to do something. Noticing his nervousness, Dean sat the lube down on the bed and moved up Steve's torso to kiss his lips and grind his erection against Steve's. Dean kissed his lips, cheeks, nose, and forehead, "Steve, you tell me if I do anything you don't like. I know you're nervous, but I'll do my best to make sure you feel good. Are you sure about this?"

Steve breathed heavily as he wrapped his arms around Dean and they were chest to chest, "I'm sure." Steve was beyond nervous, but he trusted Dean. He wanted to know what it felt like, and the thought of Dean taking him like that made the heat spread throughout his stomach. Dean was gorgeous when he writhed beneath Steve and was certainly vocal about how he felt about having Steve in him. Steve wanted to feel good like that. As Dean mouthed at Steve's neck, Steve bucked his hips against Dean's feeling the friction as their cocks rutted against their stomachs and Dean moaning against his neck. Steve sighed, "I'm good, Dean, really. Just don't rip the condom when you're opening it like last time."

Dean nipped at Steve's neck in retaliation getting a startled gasp out of him before he moved back in between Steve's spread legs, "I didn't know that condom had been in my wallet that long. I got new ones anyway. If I wanted I could just make a balloon animal out of it instead of having sex with you."

Steve glared at Dean as he was too hard and too aroused to put up with Dean's nonsense, "Oh, and what would you do with the lube then?"

"It'd be a very slippery balloon animal."
Steve's glare faltered as his head fell back in laughter, "You're such a square."

Dean gave Steve no warning at all when he thrust his lubed fingers into his ass, "Jesus Christ!"

Dean moved his fingers in a way that made Steve's toes curl. He replied casually, "No, the name's Dean."

"Could've let me know you were gonna-oh right there-start."

Dean cackled, "I'll let you know when we go for the home run, but you gotta admit that was funny."

Steve groaned as Dean's fingers continued moving inside him and stretching him, " Was not-oh-funny!Oh lord. Hurry up, Doll, please. Come on, Dean, please Doll."

Dean grinned, "You know I like it when you talk all pretty like that, but I ain't gonna let you have me hurt you because you want your virgin ass fucked that bad. I'm gonna take it nice and slow just for you."

Steve moaned into the pillow as Dean's middle finger reached his prostate, "There again. Right there. Please. Love you, Doll. Please!"

"Nice and slow." Dean repeated lazily.

"You like it when I pound your ass hard and fast." Steve retorted, "Always begging without barely any foreplay."

"That's because I-unlike you-am a very sexually experienced man. When you're more used to it, you can bet I'm gonna fuck you raw, baby."

Dean licked up Steve's abs as he continued to finger his lover moving down to nibble on his defined hip bones.

Dean tried to get Steve to turn onto his back, but he begged Dean he wanted to see him and kiss him, and he couldn't do that on his hands and knees. Dean tried to refuse, but it was so hard when Steve looked so gorgeous all flushed and aroused with a look in his eye Dean knew what it was, but was reluctant to name. He just couldn't tell Steve no.

He moved Steve's knees up as he positioned himself. Dean caressed any skin of Steve's he could reach to reduce his anxiety. He made sure to have Steve interested in a deep tongue filled kiss when he slowly slid his cock into Steve's moaned into his mouth. He didn't cry out in pain but did wiggle in discomfort, so Dean waited for Steve to get used to the feeling before he moved.

Dean held his hand against Steve's burning hot face and asked, "Steve, you okay, Darlin'?"

Steve experimentally moved his ass back against Dean's erection, "Oh! I'm good. I'm okay, Dean, really."

"You sure?"

"Very. I want you to move. That's if you're ready?"

Dean grinned right before he gave Steve a chaste kiss, "Hell yeah, I'm ready."

Dean started out slow before he worked up to steady pace. The room was so quiet that the sound of the creaking bed and the sound of Dean's balls slapping against Steve's ass seemed almost deafening. Steve was nowhere as noisy as Dean was in bed, but his quiet moans, muffled groans, and escaped whimpers didn't fail to turn Dean on. He knew how much Steve enjoyed it when Steve would grasp at his hair, wrap his arms around him, and valiantly try to kiss Dean in time with every thrust forward. Dean liked bottoming as much as the next guy, but thrusting into Steve's tight, hot, hole was pretty damn good.

Steve even got the courage to pull and rub at his own nipple as Dean fucked him, but he always kept at least one hand on Dean.

Steve arched his back off the bed when Dean managed to hit his prostate a few good times, "Aw-Oh-Oh lord! Doll, I'm gonna cum. I'm so hard, and that feels so good."

Dean continued rubbing his cock against Steve's prostate until he felt Steve tighten up and shudder as he came; his cum splattered on both their stomachs even a bit on their chests. Dean came from the tightness of his lover clenching up when he found release,

Dean rolled off of Steve and let his breath come back to him before he removed the condom from his flaccid dick, He grabbed his discarded shirt and wiped Steve's cum off himself. He considered doing the same for the, still breathing like he finished a marathon, Steve, but then a different idea came to him. He gave Steve a quick peck on the lips before he moved down and licked the cum that had landed on Steve's stunning pectorals. Steve hummed in contentment, so Dean continued. He ate up the salty cum smathered on Steve's chiseled stomach. He was surprised he saw Steve's erection standing tall and proud as if he hadn't just came a few minutes ago. Dean gently slid his hand down it, looking up at Steve with an arched brow. It was hard to tell if Steve blushed since he was already pretty flushed and red all over, but he did chuckle as he supported himself up on his arms and wiped away the sweat from his brow, "Is being Captain America a good enough explanation for that."

Dean laughed, "Steve Rogers: 1 Refraction Time: 0. Hell, I haven't been able to go that for a long time, but it's fine. So I'm guessing you liked being fucked up the ass?"

Steve nodded his head feverently, but didn't meet Dean's eyes out of embarrassment.

Dean just grinned, "No judgment. I like it too. I'm too tired to blow you or give you a hand job, but how about you try one of the things from the lists. I have a dildo that vibrates you can try."

Dean wasn't sure how, but Steve's cock seemed to get even more erect at that.

Dean got up from the bed after kissing Steve's sweaty brow to get the vibrator.

"You know you're pretty randy for a 90 year old. Tell me, what's your secret? Is it pills, salad, yoga?"

Steve snorted as he burst up laughing, "You turn me into a slack happy Able Grable you know that?"

Dean replied, "Dweeb."

"Chucklehead."