When Steve didn't make a fuss about his hand, his metal one made the slow shift to be able to curl around and grasp the other ass cheek, massaging both as he used his grip to roll their hips together. He shivered at his nickname but didn't stop, but his head tipped slightly towards the grip on his long hair, a throaty sound of pleasure leaving him in response.

Yet, he stilled with barely repressed anticipation when Steve made the first move to respond in kind to his advances. He set his feet perfectly apart for balance, and he full-body shuddered with pleasure at the small hand that grasped them both. He whispered a plea against Steve's skin as his hands massaged the ass in his hands and his lips caressed their way up his friend's neck again as his hips pumped forward eagerly.