[Bucky always did like to wax poetic, Rumlow thought after being flipped onto his back. He shuddered at the tongue dragging over the little drops of blood that spattered onto his chest the way Bucky moved over him. Groaned at the grope to his ass, legs spreading to accommodate Bucky's body. He arched up, humming a note of pleasure as his stiffening cock rutted against him.
Tail swishing lazily beside them, Rumlow moved to put his hands on Bucky's waist, feeling the strength of his core and then his back as fingers scraped up, hitting the rougher skin of his scars where his wings would be. He wondered if he'd release them, let the wings surround them like a feathered cage. Rumlow huffed. Now he was getting poetic.]
I've always wanted you, Bucky. Never put on a limit on how.
[His hips shifted again, hands now coming down to cup either cheek of Bucky's ass, dragging him down to let the two of them rub together. He hissed at the sensation, staring up at Bucky with eyes dark.]
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Tail swishing lazily beside them, Rumlow moved to put his hands on Bucky's waist, feeling the strength of his core and then his back as fingers scraped up, hitting the rougher skin of his scars where his wings would be. He wondered if he'd release them, let the wings surround them like a feathered cage. Rumlow huffed. Now he was getting poetic.]
I've always wanted you, Bucky. Never put on a limit on how.
[His hips shifted again, hands now coming down to cup either cheek of Bucky's ass, dragging him down to let the two of them rub together. He hissed at the sensation, staring up at Bucky with eyes dark.]
C'mon. Show me what you got, котенок.