He was kind enough to wait until Steve's pants were off before he took hold of him around his waist and turned them over, putting Steve on his back and settling himself between Steve's legs. The curve of his neck was just as attractive as it had always been and he kissed there almost singlemindedly. Almost. Because his own hands were at his waist and he was pushing his own pants down, leaving the both of them in their underclothes. "Hope you don't mind," he whispered, "if I do, too."