[Bucky didn't need to ask twice. Another swift motion and a second red line, parallel to the first, appeared on his skin. It too, began to bleed, but Rumlow did nothing more than glance at it. Simply continued to drag the blade feather light along his leg, drawing closer to his sac. Another press and a third line showed, a few inches further up than the last. It was deeper, though not by much, enough to make Bucky bleed thicker and faster.
Setting the knife on the mattress between Bucky's legs, Rumlow moved in, palm pressing his thigh down against the bed so he could lap at the wounds. His tongue coated in the familiar tang of Bucky's blood, he began to suck at the wound, sharp with the press of teeth. His eyes flicked up to Bucky's face briefly before they shut and he licked at the new red mark that surrounded the still oozing cut. The others left smears on Rumlow's cheek, but he turned his attention to them next.
Another bite and suck, laved over with his tongue to soothe and Rumlow's fingers sneaked back down to take hold of the knife once more. He sat himself upright again, hand stroking up Bucky's unmarred thigh.]
More?
[He asked, though Rumlow already knew the answer. He licked a little blood from his lips, itching to cut again. The pain it elicited was part of it, but giving Bucky this relief was more. And maybe he was a little vampiric in Hell because he missed the taste of his blood.]
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Setting the knife on the mattress between Bucky's legs, Rumlow moved in, palm pressing his thigh down against the bed so he could lap at the wounds. His tongue coated in the familiar tang of Bucky's blood, he began to suck at the wound, sharp with the press of teeth. His eyes flicked up to Bucky's face briefly before they shut and he licked at the new red mark that surrounded the still oozing cut. The others left smears on Rumlow's cheek, but he turned his attention to them next.
Another bite and suck, laved over with his tongue to soothe and Rumlow's fingers sneaked back down to take hold of the knife once more. He sat himself upright again, hand stroking up Bucky's unmarred thigh.]
More?
[He asked, though Rumlow already knew the answer. He licked a little blood from his lips, itching to cut again. The pain it elicited was part of it, but giving Bucky this relief was more. And maybe he was a little vampiric in Hell because he missed the taste of his blood.]