[Eyes flicking down to the proffered knife, Rumlow shifted to take hold. The request was expected. Didn't change the fact that it made Rumlow's own blood run hot, looking at Bucky in the mirror. His eyes darkened with an undeniable arousal. Call him fucked up, but he'd almost been waiting for him to ask, all these months they'd been together.
His lips parted, tongue running across his teeth. He could already taste the tang of his blood, an all too familiar flavor from the shower sessions they used to share, cleaning the wounds that would later become Bucky's wings. It had been a while since he'd last played his tongue over open wounds.
His grip around the blade tightened and he nodded.]
C'mon.
[They were gonna make a mess of the sheets, but fuck if Rumlow cared. He tugged at Bucky's arm, letting his hand squeeze a little too hard around the wound. If pain was what Bucky needed, Rumlow would make it exquisite. Make him feel whole again after Rumlow had taken him apart. His elbow caught the light switch, putting them back into darkness. Rumlow stepped back, releasing Bucky's arm so he could raise his own, tongue tracing a line of blood that was escaping, running towards his elbow.
He pointed at the bed with the knife, eyes still on Bucky's, even in the low light. They would adjust, at least until they got settled and Rumlow could turn on the lamp by the bed. Give him a little light to work with. Not because he needed it, but because he wanted to see.]
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Date: 2017-03-28 03:32 pm (UTC)His lips parted, tongue running across his teeth. He could already taste the tang of his blood, an all too familiar flavor from the shower sessions they used to share, cleaning the wounds that would later become Bucky's wings. It had been a while since he'd last played his tongue over open wounds.
His grip around the blade tightened and he nodded.]
C'mon.
[They were gonna make a mess of the sheets, but fuck if Rumlow cared. He tugged at Bucky's arm, letting his hand squeeze a little too hard around the wound. If pain was what Bucky needed, Rumlow would make it exquisite. Make him feel whole again after Rumlow had taken him apart. His elbow caught the light switch, putting them back into darkness. Rumlow stepped back, releasing Bucky's arm so he could raise his own, tongue tracing a line of blood that was escaping, running towards his elbow.
He pointed at the bed with the knife, eyes still on Bucky's, even in the low light. They would adjust, at least until they got settled and Rumlow could turn on the lamp by the bed. Give him a little light to work with. Not because he needed it, but because he wanted to see.]
On the bed.