As Rogue climaxed, tightening around him, Steve's rhythm faltered. He thrust a few more times before pressing against her, buried as deeply as possible as he spent himself inside her, his hips jerking a little involuntarily, his hands spasming against her back and butt cheek, probably leaving bruises to match those from earlier, and to go along with the hickeys already blossoming along her collar and neck.

Panting like he'd just run a marathon, Steve rested his head on her shoulder, giving it a soft kiss as he loosened his hands and ran them over her skin, a silent apology to his rather rough treatment. He did finally notice the hickeys he'd left before, as well as a couple more that were just blooming bright, dark red that he couldn't remember giving her this time, and pressed kisses to a couple of them as well.