[Bucky didn't expect Rumlow to be angry with him or even disappointed in his choice of outlet. He was given the impression that at least some of the agents within the ranks of HYDRA appreciated pain and even savoured it. They might not put themselves in situations to be ruined by it, but they would know what to do with it should it come about.
He turned his head, following the slide of Rumlow's hand up his arm and how it smeared blood along his arm but also had it pool and threaten to spill over Rumlow's hand. His gaze flicked back to his lover's face, and he sighed at the confirmation that there was nothing to be angry about.
Slowly, he turned the knife over in his metal hand so that he was grasping the blade and then offering the hilt to Rumlow. They had been through so much together in so little of a time, and the request would probably seem odd to anyone else. However, this was a matter of how much he trusted Rumlow, how much he wanted to include his lover in allowing him some kind of relief.]
Cut me...? Just a bit.
[He looked into Rumlow's eyes, careful to search for reaction to his request. If he was denied, he would say nothing more about it, even be easily convinced back to bed. There was momentary relief, the sea of emotion pulled back now that he had someone to engage and the continued low level sting of his wound.]
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Date: 2017-03-28 02:51 pm (UTC)He turned his head, following the slide of Rumlow's hand up his arm and how it smeared blood along his arm but also had it pool and threaten to spill over Rumlow's hand. His gaze flicked back to his lover's face, and he sighed at the confirmation that there was nothing to be angry about.
Slowly, he turned the knife over in his metal hand so that he was grasping the blade and then offering the hilt to Rumlow. They had been through so much together in so little of a time, and the request would probably seem odd to anyone else. However, this was a matter of how much he trusted Rumlow, how much he wanted to include his lover in allowing him some kind of relief.]
Cut me...? Just a bit.
[He looked into Rumlow's eyes, careful to search for reaction to his request. If he was denied, he would say nothing more about it, even be easily convinced back to bed. There was momentary relief, the sea of emotion pulled back now that he had someone to engage and the continued low level sting of his wound.]