He turned his head to regard Steve, watching the redness seep back across his friend's face so that it looked a little like a tomato. It was probably supposed to be something that was amusing, but he instead found it very endearing. "If I'd kept going...?" He thought about it for a moment to see if he could fill in his own blanks, remembering how warm and good he had felt rubbing on Steve like that. "I... felt good when we were like that, rubbing I mean."

He... wouldn't even know if he was sulking, though he had a feeling that Steve would be gracious enough to point it out to him. "I don't sulk." He hummed and cuddled down into the blanket, finding Steve's weight a comfort still, though he did have to put in a bit more effort to breathe. "I know you better than I know myself."