[His eyes feasted on Rumlow's face, drinking in the sight of his lover's expressions as he took the demon in such a way for the first time. He should expect no less from a man who thrived on pain as much as delivering it, and he rumbled in his chest as he worked himself in slowly and there was no protests. He was bigger than three fingers after all, but Rumlow seemed to better accommodate him than he would expect anyone else to. Clearly they should have switched positions sooner, even if he didn't mind waiting for as long as he had. Rumlow having control was comforting, eased an unspoken tension that ebbed and flowed within him from time to time.
He shifted his shoulders forward for the specific purpose of forcing Rumlow's legs bending back towards his lover's own shoulders. His metal hand slid beneath the rise of Rumlow's ass - so beautifully speared on his cock - so that he could offer a playful open-handed slap on that ass at the reminder of the lack of fragility. Only he knew that wasn't true; Rumlow was terribly fragile with him, soft and pliant, open and rich with emotion, compromised as a HYDRA agent was never allowed to become. He gave a playful thrust forward, rocking them and then moaning as his head craned with the fingers in his hair but more because of the hand against his wings which tightened almost possessively on Rumlow's legs.
His metal hand left off after the smack and went for Rumlow's tail instead stroking the appendage as one might stroke a cock, teasing. He had always liked the tail, found it fitting. Now he was stroking the warm smooth flesh as he leaned down even further so that his lover was practically bent in half. He began to thrust, shallow but hard at first and then with longer and even more forceful strokes within a short amount of time. The moans left him far more easily now, his wing tips caressing Rumlow's ribs as he issued a breathy laugh even as he gave a smile.]
Should have just taken you from behind so I could grab those horns of yours as handles!
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He shifted his shoulders forward for the specific purpose of forcing Rumlow's legs bending back towards his lover's own shoulders. His metal hand slid beneath the rise of Rumlow's ass - so beautifully speared on his cock - so that he could offer a playful open-handed slap on that ass at the reminder of the lack of fragility. Only he knew that wasn't true; Rumlow was terribly fragile with him, soft and pliant, open and rich with emotion, compromised as a HYDRA agent was never allowed to become. He gave a playful thrust forward, rocking them and then moaning as his head craned with the fingers in his hair but more because of the hand against his wings which tightened almost possessively on Rumlow's legs.
His metal hand left off after the smack and went for Rumlow's tail instead stroking the appendage as one might stroke a cock, teasing. He had always liked the tail, found it fitting. Now he was stroking the warm smooth flesh as he leaned down even further so that his lover was practically bent in half. He began to thrust, shallow but hard at first and then with longer and even more forceful strokes within a short amount of time. The moans left him far more easily now, his wing tips caressing Rumlow's ribs as he issued a breathy laugh even as he gave a smile.]
Should have just taken you from behind so I could grab those horns of yours as handles!