He seated himself next to Steve and ate off the pickings of his plate, still pausing between mouthfuls to kiss at his friend's neck and even clothed shoulder. He tried to keep his moaning and slow chewing down to the usual amount, but the fruit was rich, juicy and sweet, and it earned more than a few abrupt moans and head hanging from him as he fought with himself over how to deal with the taste.

The soup was just as good, a rich one that had him sighing like a lover on a romantic date. He was, as usual, far slower than Steve, but he managed to pack away what his friend didn't eat. He hadn't eaten anything save a package of crackers before shipping out here. He was also easily distracted by Steve sneaking kisses back on him. He eventually caught his friend's lips on one, tasting fruit juice in Steve's mouth and moaning deeply.