[Rumlow came. Whether it was already built up from all the dick in his ass or the hand rapidly stroking him off, it didn't matter. That agonizing bliss was his. His and Bucky's really, Rumlow noted, staring up at him through heavy lidded eyes. He realized more than felt the come spilling into his ass, the way Bucky's cock pulsed against the rim of his asshole. If he had any control over the situation, he probably would have surged forward, sunk his teeth into Bucky's throat and held him to remind him that as much as he was the one with a load of jizz and dick inside him, he was still dominant.
He felt his mind go white instead, cock spurting heavily, one thick string after another, splattering between them wherever it fell. Rumlow moaned, or he must have, panting and muttering incoherently. Probably swearing or saying Bucky's name or something in between.
Rumlow began to twitch in the aftermath, the feel of metal against his over-sensitive cock making him tremble. His breath hitched and he clung to Bucky, body shuddering from head to toe. An eye cracked open, and Rumlow stared up at his lover, a smile tugging at his lips.]
Holy shit... don't think I've been fucked that hard since I was a kid.
[Kid was a bit hyperbolic, but it was somewhere between the truth and some kind of vague metaphor about a shitty childhood. Either way, Rumlow was well sated and a sticky mess that would take a minute to clean off.]
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He felt his mind go white instead, cock spurting heavily, one thick string after another, splattering between them wherever it fell. Rumlow moaned, or he must have, panting and muttering incoherently. Probably swearing or saying Bucky's name or something in between.
Rumlow began to twitch in the aftermath, the feel of metal against his over-sensitive cock making him tremble. His breath hitched and he clung to Bucky, body shuddering from head to toe. An eye cracked open, and Rumlow stared up at his lover, a smile tugging at his lips.]
Holy shit... don't think I've been fucked that hard since I was a kid.
[Kid was a bit hyperbolic, but it was somewhere between the truth and some kind of vague metaphor about a shitty childhood. Either way, Rumlow was well sated and a sticky mess that would take a minute to clean off.]