[He mouthed roughly on Rumlow's lips when he was dragged further between his lover's legs, his neck straining and his hair clinging to his skin with the sheen of sweat beginning to coat his skin. The sweat stung his oozing cuts, but it was little more than a highlight upon the pleasure that he was drowning in. And if he bit as roughly on Rumlow's lips as he received, it was no one's business but their own.
While the thought was nice taking Rumlow from behind, he wasn't about to shift them. He had his lover right where he wanted the demon, and the sight of Rumlow taking so much pleasure from his cock pounding into his lover was truly one to behold. He could watch it all day, he decided, and Rumlow was such an impressive man, hair fanning on the mattress, blood streaking from his own wounds and those muscles rippling under him. It only encouraged the steady hard piston of his hips down on his lover, being certain to hit on Rumlow's prostate each time.
He groaned loudly as Rumlow's fingers raked his back, his wings flexing at the base where the scars were being attacked. It felt fucking amazing, that twist of pain to go with the pleasure, and he increased the speed of his thrusting even as hitched Rumlow's hips higher to change the angle slightly. It also freed up one hand to pinch his lover's nipples one at a time with his flesh fingers while the metal one came around to stroke Rumlow's cock in the same pace as he was thrusting.
Of course, the moment he thought that his lover was going to come and ruin their fun - he wasn't quite done yet - his thumb and forefinger closed in a relatively tight ring at the base to deny orgasm. He would decide when that would happen, especially now that he was routinely battering Rumlow's prostate. He would see his lover squirm, maybe even beg in time.]
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While the thought was nice taking Rumlow from behind, he wasn't about to shift them. He had his lover right where he wanted the demon, and the sight of Rumlow taking so much pleasure from his cock pounding into his lover was truly one to behold. He could watch it all day, he decided, and Rumlow was such an impressive man, hair fanning on the mattress, blood streaking from his own wounds and those muscles rippling under him. It only encouraged the steady hard piston of his hips down on his lover, being certain to hit on Rumlow's prostate each time.
He groaned loudly as Rumlow's fingers raked his back, his wings flexing at the base where the scars were being attacked. It felt fucking amazing, that twist of pain to go with the pleasure, and he increased the speed of his thrusting even as hitched Rumlow's hips higher to change the angle slightly. It also freed up one hand to pinch his lover's nipples one at a time with his flesh fingers while the metal one came around to stroke Rumlow's cock in the same pace as he was thrusting.
Of course, the moment he thought that his lover was going to come and ruin their fun - he wasn't quite done yet - his thumb and forefinger closed in a relatively tight ring at the base to deny orgasm. He would decide when that would happen, especially now that he was routinely battering Rumlow's prostate. He would see his lover squirm, maybe even beg in time.]