I'll have to give you a little extra it seems... to counteract the healing that comes with being in Hell.
[He relented in the bite in order to speak, peering up at Rumlow and enjoying the look that his lover had as his finger suck in and wormed to the third digit. He smoothed it around, circling Rumlow's hole before he carefully withdrew and thrust it back in, searching but also trying to fatigue the ring of muscle so it wasn't quite so tight. While he hadn't explicitly asked, he suspected that this would not be Rumlow's first time being taken by a man. It didn't bother him; the demon under him was clearly his after all.
He stroked and probed, forcing himself to take his time. There would be more than enough pain to come once he had his lover loosened up as he predicted himself to be larger still than the usual three fingers he would be bothered to give first. He waited, mouthing on the bite mark and his shoulders once again bulged before his flesh parted as if split with a sharp knife, his black feathered wings slipped free and stretching out across his shoulders. They fluttered and then folded against his shoulders, the parted flesh healing around them.
He lifted his mouth so that he could butt his nose against one of Rumlow's horns, nipping at the hard appendages one by one as he began to slip a second finger inside. He was far less impatient about it, breathing hard as if winded and his cock drooled against Rumlow's bloody thigh, his wounds still trickle lines of blood down his legs and chest.]
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[He relented in the bite in order to speak, peering up at Rumlow and enjoying the look that his lover had as his finger suck in and wormed to the third digit. He smoothed it around, circling Rumlow's hole before he carefully withdrew and thrust it back in, searching but also trying to fatigue the ring of muscle so it wasn't quite so tight. While he hadn't explicitly asked, he suspected that this would not be Rumlow's first time being taken by a man. It didn't bother him; the demon under him was clearly his after all.
He stroked and probed, forcing himself to take his time. There would be more than enough pain to come once he had his lover loosened up as he predicted himself to be larger still than the usual three fingers he would be bothered to give first. He waited, mouthing on the bite mark and his shoulders once again bulged before his flesh parted as if split with a sharp knife, his black feathered wings slipped free and stretching out across his shoulders. They fluttered and then folded against his shoulders, the parted flesh healing around them.
He lifted his mouth so that he could butt his nose against one of Rumlow's horns, nipping at the hard appendages one by one as he began to slip a second finger inside. He was far less impatient about it, breathing hard as if winded and his cock drooled against Rumlow's bloody thigh, his wounds still trickle lines of blood down his legs and chest.]