[Having those wings embrace him as if they were a second set of limbs should have been odd, but after living with a tail for so long, Rumlow really didn't find it that strange. He enjoyed it, on the contrary, his feathers so soft against his skin and even those claws, holding firm as Bucky took him just how he wanted, how they both wanted. Rumlow was hardly a cock slut, but right now he wanted nothing more than to drown in Bucky's rough thrusts, feel that stupidly massive dick plowing into him.
He wrapped his tail around Bucky's arm, hardly even noticing how he was bent so far forward he could probably try and suck his own cock. He snorted at Bucky's statement, fingers tight in his hair to drag him close and capture his mouth in a biting kiss.]
You're welcome to try.
[Though the challenge was hardly something he could even compete with -- if Bucky wanted, he would do it and Rumlow would be helpless to enjoy it. At this point, he didn't even care if Bucky exploited his weakness and used his horns as he pleased. It would just make him come quicker, but that didn't matter much either, since Rumlow had decided that there was no such thing as a refractory period when you're dead.
Handy little bit of mind work, that.
Of course, Rumlow wasn't using much of his brain at the moment, with the way Bucky was spearing his prostate with the head of his dick, making Rumlow see stars. His sac tightened and he felt himself getting close already, too fucking soon but Hell. His fingers unhooked themselves from Bucky's hair to rake down his back instead, nails catching on the edge of his scars. He arched beneath him, biting his own lip in an effort to try and redirect the sensation.]
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He wrapped his tail around Bucky's arm, hardly even noticing how he was bent so far forward he could probably try and suck his own cock. He snorted at Bucky's statement, fingers tight in his hair to drag him close and capture his mouth in a biting kiss.]
You're welcome to try.
[Though the challenge was hardly something he could even compete with -- if Bucky wanted, he would do it and Rumlow would be helpless to enjoy it. At this point, he didn't even care if Bucky exploited his weakness and used his horns as he pleased. It would just make him come quicker, but that didn't matter much either, since Rumlow had decided that there was no such thing as a refractory period when you're dead.
Handy little bit of mind work, that.
Of course, Rumlow wasn't using much of his brain at the moment, with the way Bucky was spearing his prostate with the head of his dick, making Rumlow see stars. His sac tightened and he felt himself getting close already, too fucking soon but Hell. His fingers unhooked themselves from Bucky's hair to rake down his back instead, nails catching on the edge of his scars. He arched beneath him, biting his own lip in an effort to try and redirect the sensation.]
Bucky..!