[Rumlow's tail twitched as the Soldier grew near. He tilted his head up at the nip, teeth scraping against stubble, prompting a purr. The arm was cooler, in the air conditioned house and Rumlow's skin pebbled, as much from the intent of the contact as the touch itself. His eyes darkened, glancing skywards in a habitual display of gratitude. (Ironic considering where he was, probably.)
His teeth dragged over his bottom lip, and his tail meandered towards the Soldier, ghosting across his skin. Two could play at that game, Rumlow thought, wrapping it around the asset and drawing him that much closer. Not very conducive to cleaning, but Hell. This was far more fun.]
Oh yeah?
[He asked, putting an arm around him and drawing fingertips delicately across his back, granting him only the lightest of touches over his wounds.]
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His teeth dragged over his bottom lip, and his tail meandered towards the Soldier, ghosting across his skin. Two could play at that game, Rumlow thought, wrapping it around the asset and drawing him that much closer. Not very conducive to cleaning, but Hell. This was far more fun.]
Oh yeah?
[He asked, putting an arm around him and drawing fingertips delicately across his back, granting him only the lightest of touches over his wounds.]