disassembling: (WS - Peek-a-boo)
тнє ωιηтєя ѕσℓ∂ιєя ([personal profile] disassembling) wrote in [personal profile] comesfrompain 2017-04-04 04:12 am (UTC)

[His blood spread, smearing on Rumlow's thighs and against his own skin. It made him hot to see, to feel it sliding between their bodies, marking them both. It was, perhaps, a huge relief finally, pushing and scattering the emotions and thoughts that had previously lurked looking for an in to badger at him. Now he was entirely focused on Rumlow, on the feel of them moving together, and it was impossible to avoid growing aroused in response.

This was not a position that they normally took with each other either, at least not for long. The fact that Rumlow continued to perch on his lap and even grind that fine muscled ass down on him caused him to bite on his lower lip, working it to a bruise and then biting until he was bloody. Just in time for their kiss, which he threw himself into. The bite to his lip only caused the blood to flow a bit more freely, to increase the sting and reinforce how close they were.

His hands finally left the blankets to grip Rumlow's thick thighs, digging his fingers in to leave bruises.]
You know the answer to that.

[He tipped his head back into those fingers in his hair, growling and thrusting up towards Rumlow's ass. Should he flip them or wait and see how long his lover allowed this unique and rather pleasing position?]

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