[The offer of wings had Rumlow's attention. Bucky was fortunate that his point of weakness could be hidden away, to have them proposed as an optional addition to this little scene was a treat indeed. He toyed with the knife as he stood before Bucky and considered. Would this be laced with pleasure as much as it would with pain?
He closed the space between them, tipping Bucky's face up towards his. Wet, red fingerprints were left behind on his jaw, his cheek. Rumlow smeared it into his skin and let out a slow breath. To him, this was already pleasure.]
Not yet.
[His hand came down to Bucky's chest instead and gave him a shove.]
On your back. Legs spread.
[The words came out clipped. Orders both. Bucky needed command, needed to sink back into it, to tame his wild thoughts with the leash of obedience. Rumlow normally didn't like to do this to Bucky, but this was a special circumstance.]
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He closed the space between them, tipping Bucky's face up towards his. Wet, red fingerprints were left behind on his jaw, his cheek. Rumlow smeared it into his skin and let out a slow breath. To him, this was already pleasure.]
Not yet.
[His hand came down to Bucky's chest instead and gave him a shove.]
On your back. Legs spread.
[The words came out clipped. Orders both. Bucky needed command, needed to sink back into it, to tame his wild thoughts with the leash of obedience. Rumlow normally didn't like to do this to Bucky, but this was a special circumstance.]