[In the end, Rumlow would always be his commander, always be the one to decide who was fucking who. There was no question in his mind on the one in control, even if he might borrow it in situations like these. The end result was amazing, and as he shivered and panted as they were reeling from the strength of their orgasm, Bucky had to consciously not flop over or risk hurting Rumlow's legs still hooked on his shoulders.

The strength of his orgasm, the feel of his own come hot around his softening cock and the twitching of Rumlow's ass around him was enough to earn a deeply satisfied sigh from him. He eased back enough to stop trying to bend his lover in half and then shifted to allow Rumlow's legs to fall from his shoulders as his wings reluctantly relented in their grip. They were a mess, but he didn't care as he leaned over so that he could seal Rumlow's words with a soft and loving kiss..]

I'm just getting started... your childhood exploits will be nothing compared to when I'm finished with you.

[He rolled off though, landing on his side next to his lover and cuddling up, so spent and satisfied that he didn't care one bit for the disgusting mess that they had become. Instead, he reached out so that he could stroke his fingers up and down Rumlow's sternum and hummed low in his throat. The sting of knife cuts were a reminder of how all of this had started, but the tumult emotions were spent in more constructive ways and he was content once more.]

How old were you when you were fucked?