Maybe, when Rogue had her own nightmares and needed this, they would be practiced enough at it together that they'd actually manage to get at least some of their clothes off, no matter how frantic the coupling was. Steve never wanted Rogue to experience seeing anything like what he had, not because of him anyway, because he knew she would have her own nightmares about her friends and chosen family.
Rogue was definitely more vocal than he was, probably because he'd never had a chance before to be vocal, to give direction and verbal cues to a partner, on top of the fact that any time he'd pleasured himself, he'd had to stay conscious of the fact that if he made noise, someone would inevitably hear him, which wouldn't have just been embarrassing, but was practically taboo at the time. He'd learned to keep himself quiet no matter what, and it was hard to change those long-ingrained instincts. But listening to Rogue, even just chanting his name, was incredible, and he wanted more of that, he wanted to give her the same kind of feedback.
"Rogue, God," he managed to get out, his teeth gritted as he pressed his forehead to her shoulder, feeling his skin start to grow damp from sweat, even though he knew this wasn't the most strenuous thing he could do. "I got you," he said again, partly in response to the plea he could hear in her voice, and partly just for his own sake, reminding himself that this was really happening, and the rest of it wasn't real. This, now, the thing they had between them that somehow managed to keep growing despite how strong it felt already, it was real.
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Rogue was definitely more vocal than he was, probably because he'd never had a chance before to be vocal, to give direction and verbal cues to a partner, on top of the fact that any time he'd pleasured himself, he'd had to stay conscious of the fact that if he made noise, someone would inevitably hear him, which wouldn't have just been embarrassing, but was practically taboo at the time. He'd learned to keep himself quiet no matter what, and it was hard to change those long-ingrained instincts. But listening to Rogue, even just chanting his name, was incredible, and he wanted more of that, he wanted to give her the same kind of feedback.
"Rogue, God," he managed to get out, his teeth gritted as he pressed his forehead to her shoulder, feeling his skin start to grow damp from sweat, even though he knew this wasn't the most strenuous thing he could do. "I got you," he said again, partly in response to the plea he could hear in her voice, and partly just for his own sake, reminding himself that this was really happening, and the rest of it wasn't real. This, now, the thing they had between them that somehow managed to keep growing despite how strong it felt already, it was real.