He finally took notice with the way that Steve's physical reaction subsided and then returned. Some part of him knew exactly what it was about, recognized the danger of their position and even saw the signs of struggling with the pleasure of it all in Steve. Another part of him wanted to use it to his advantage to get out of the hold, to spar in any way that he saw fit to slink out of the strong arms pinning him. He felt the heat from Steve's face on his chest, and he flexed his hands in the hold on him, finally applying more effort with his prosthetic.

He leaned his face down, pressing his nose into the top of Steve's head, breathing deep the scent of the shampoo from last night and the scent that his friend normally carried. "Steve..." he murmured, his voice huskier as the warmth and position started an odd stir between his own legs, slight but noticeable by him who had not had such things in a long time.