[He disengaged, taking not offense to the refusal to allow him a handle-hold. He was far more prepared when Rumlow started on his other thigh, holding out better even as the tension built across the planes of his muscled. He again exhaled explosively when the slice finally came as more than a tease, and he arched, his body given a jerk as if to want to escape the pain that now lit up on both of his legs. He could feel the slow ooze of blood down each, the pressure of Rumlow's fingers was enough to make him twitch and peer at his lover.
He almost sat up when Rumlow stood, thinking that their little session was over. It had been enough to chase away the sheer intensity of his emotions, allowing him to box them off again for a time. He pushed himself up on his elbows, about to ask if they should go back to bed and instead, he found his lap filled with his lover. It sent the first real shivers of arousal through him as he shifted to set his heels higher on the bed so that Rumlow could rest back against his thighs if necessary. It also allowed him to shift under Rumlow too.
He tipped his head back even as he was still poised on his elbows, showing a hint of the left side of his neck. He didn't inhale and didn't shake as the knife point came over his heart, simply watching with an intense gaze. He was finally focused, finally able to involve himself rather than use all of this to chase back how overwhelmed he had been.
He hissed at the slice to his chest, his hips bucking in response, but his eyes left Rumlow's face to watch the blood bead and rise quickly then gravity took over and it began a slow almost lazy track off his pectoral and heading south towards where Rumlow was settled in his lap. His nipple hardened in response to the pain, intensifying it and off-setting the sharpness of the knife bite with a tender of pleasure. He rolled his hips up against his lover's ass, grinding even as he watched his own blood curve around the cut of his abs, making continue progress south to where it would caress and smear against Rumlow's skin as well.]
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He almost sat up when Rumlow stood, thinking that their little session was over. It had been enough to chase away the sheer intensity of his emotions, allowing him to box them off again for a time. He pushed himself up on his elbows, about to ask if they should go back to bed and instead, he found his lap filled with his lover. It sent the first real shivers of arousal through him as he shifted to set his heels higher on the bed so that Rumlow could rest back against his thighs if necessary. It also allowed him to shift under Rumlow too.
He tipped his head back even as he was still poised on his elbows, showing a hint of the left side of his neck. He didn't inhale and didn't shake as the knife point came over his heart, simply watching with an intense gaze. He was finally focused, finally able to involve himself rather than use all of this to chase back how overwhelmed he had been.
He hissed at the slice to his chest, his hips bucking in response, but his eyes left Rumlow's face to watch the blood bead and rise quickly then gravity took over and it began a slow almost lazy track off his pectoral and heading south towards where Rumlow was settled in his lap. His nipple hardened in response to the pain, intensifying it and off-setting the sharpness of the knife bite with a tender of pleasure. He rolled his hips up against his lover's ass, grinding even as he watched his own blood curve around the cut of his abs, making continue progress south to where it would caress and smear against Rumlow's skin as well.]
Kiss me.