[All the contact between them still wasn't enough to compare the feeling of a lube slicked finger sliding between his cheeks. He almost tensed, just a reflex, pushed himself to lean into it instead. Bucky wasn't patient, going from teasing to probing in seconds. He arched at the sharp pain to his chest, grabbing a fistful of Bucky's hair. Rather than drag him away, Rumlow held him in place, the blossoming sensation making his nipples stand rigid.
His cock too, thick and hard, rubbed against Bucky eagerly, even despite the penetration. It would find disappointment at not being buried in his ass, but Rumlow knew he'd find release in other ways. He huffed and grinned while he stroked through Bucky's hair, legs falling apart as his ass tried to relax around that finger.]
Good thing I can teleport then. [Rumlow chuckled, cutting himself off with a moan when Bucky's finger brushed against something sensitive.] 'Cause I'm gonna hold you to that.
[Rumlow stared up at the ceiling, mentally preparing himself. Getting fingered was familiar, though long enough ago that he had to force his body to relax. He breathed, focused on the pleasure, the pressure of Bucky's finger, moving, stretching. Imagining himself full -- God. His cock dripped against him, just to remember how it had felt. Bucky wouldn't go easy on him, even without the challenge, Rumlow was sure. But good. He wasn't fragile. He wanted it. Wanted bruises, marks. Whatever Bucky wanted to do, Rumlow was game.]
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Date: 2017-04-10 10:53 pm (UTC)His cock too, thick and hard, rubbed against Bucky eagerly, even despite the penetration. It would find disappointment at not being buried in his ass, but Rumlow knew he'd find release in other ways. He huffed and grinned while he stroked through Bucky's hair, legs falling apart as his ass tried to relax around that finger.]
Good thing I can teleport then. [Rumlow chuckled, cutting himself off with a moan when Bucky's finger brushed against something sensitive.] 'Cause I'm gonna hold you to that.
[Rumlow stared up at the ceiling, mentally preparing himself. Getting fingered was familiar, though long enough ago that he had to force his body to relax. He breathed, focused on the pleasure, the pressure of Bucky's finger, moving, stretching. Imagining himself full -- God. His cock dripped against him, just to remember how it had felt. Bucky wouldn't go easy on him, even without the challenge, Rumlow was sure. But good. He wasn't fragile. He wanted it. Wanted bruises, marks. Whatever Bucky wanted to do, Rumlow was game.]