The sound that Steve made sent a shiver and what could only be described as a thrill through him that he was almost regretful that he threw his friend off of him and escaped the pin. He rolled up to crouch on the balls of his feet on the mattress, one hand pressing on the bed for balance but the other raised with full intention of using it to capture his friend again. Too bad Steve was off the bed, but that just made the sparring far more entertaining. He stared like a predator at his friend, sizing up the opportunity to take Steve down.

He blinked at the attempt to pause their activities and he shifted forward, moving towards the end of the bed. "But we just started. You can't leave now; it's getting so good," he replied with a husky voice. "Come on, come at me," he challenged playfully.