[He disengaged, taking not offense to the refusal to allow him a handle-hold. He was far more prepared when Rumlow started on his other thigh, holding out better even as the tension built across the planes of his muscled. He again exhaled explosively when the slice finally came as more than a tease, and he arched, his body given a jerk as if to want to escape the pain that now lit up on both of his legs. He could feel the slow ooze of blood down each, the pressure of Rumlow's fingers was enough to make him twitch and peer at his lover.
He almost sat up when Rumlow stood, thinking that their little session was over. It had been enough to chase away the sheer intensity of his emotions, allowing him to box them off again for a time. He pushed himself up on his elbows, about to ask if they should go back to bed and instead, he found his lap filled with his lover. It sent the first real shivers of arousal through him as he shifted to set his heels higher on the bed so that Rumlow could rest back against his thighs if necessary. It also allowed him to shift under Rumlow too.
He tipped his head back even as he was still poised on his elbows, showing a hint of the left side of his neck. He didn't inhale and didn't shake as the knife point came over his heart, simply watching with an intense gaze. He was finally focused, finally able to involve himself rather than use all of this to chase back how overwhelmed he had been.
He hissed at the slice to his chest, his hips bucking in response, but his eyes left Rumlow's face to watch the blood bead and rise quickly then gravity took over and it began a slow almost lazy track off his pectoral and heading south towards where Rumlow was settled in his lap. His nipple hardened in response to the pain, intensifying it and off-setting the sharpness of the knife bite with a tender of pleasure. He rolled his hips up against his lover's ass, grinding even as he watched his own blood curve around the cut of his abs, making continue progress south to where it would caress and smear against Rumlow's skin as well.]
[Rolling with each rock of Bucky's hips, Rumlow purred just as much to see the blood flow free. The warm, wet feel of it hitting his leg made him shift, smearing against their skin. It was contrary to their usual positions, but Rumlow liked it. Bucky grinding against his ass just made him want to push back. He did. Groaning a little during, Rumlow's finger came down to drag across the wound, gathering the blood.
He smirked at Bucky's command, and Rumlow brought the finger to his lips, spreading the blood across them like a macabre lipstick. Now he'd get that kiss. He dipped down, setting the knife to the side to keep it out the way when he captured Bucky's mouth in a fierce, possessive kiss. He dragged his hand through Bucky's hair, tugging a little to tip his head back even further. Biting at his bottom lip, Rumlow began to rock his hips, ass shifting over his lap teasingly.]
Want more?
[Rumlow asks, kissing him another time, fingers easing off in his hair.]
[His blood spread, smearing on Rumlow's thighs and against his own skin. It made him hot to see, to feel it sliding between their bodies, marking them both. It was, perhaps, a huge relief finally, pushing and scattering the emotions and thoughts that had previously lurked looking for an in to badger at him. Now he was entirely focused on Rumlow, on the feel of them moving together, and it was impossible to avoid growing aroused in response.
This was not a position that they normally took with each other either, at least not for long. The fact that Rumlow continued to perch on his lap and even grind that fine muscled ass down on him caused him to bite on his lower lip, working it to a bruise and then biting until he was bloody. Just in time for their kiss, which he threw himself into. The bite to his lip only caused the blood to flow a bit more freely, to increase the sting and reinforce how close they were.
His hands finally left the blankets to grip Rumlow's thick thighs, digging his fingers in to leave bruises.] You know the answer to that.
[He tipped his head back into those fingers in his hair, growling and thrusting up towards Rumlow's ass. Should he flip them or wait and see how long his lover allowed this unique and rather pleasing position?]
[Feeling the throb and twitch of Bucky's cock beneath him had Rumlow really considering the implication. It wasn't like he hadn't gotten fucked before -- it had just been a while. Not since he was alive, actually. But Hell. It wasn't like he didn't trust Bucky implicitly. Or even that he didn't like dick in his ass.
Their kiss broke apart just as Bucky's hips popped up, rubbing that thickening cock right between his cheeks. Rumlow ground back down, rolling his hips to give Bucky a little more friction to play with. He licked the fresh blood from his lips, humming his enjoyment. Peeking over at the blade, he flicked his tail out to swat it away so they wouldn't accidentally roll onto it.]
Take what's yours then.
[Rumlow answered simply, practically electric with anticipation. He felt committed -- and excited. Would Bucky take the offer? Rumlow was already pretty sure if he did, he wasn't going to be walking soon. Bucky was, in a word: enthusiastic.]
[His eyebrows hitched up his forehead at the seemingly sudden permission, and he felt his mouth go dry in response. Normally their foreplay was aggressive, a firm push and shove that would lead to all the wonderful experiences that they shared together. Even when he was the aggressor, tables would turn and he would perfectly satisfied with that. Now though, his pupils seemed to dilate completely and his gaze was intense on Rumlow as he rocked beneath his lover, waiting and testing for the rug to be pulled out from under him.
By then, he was licking his lips, clearing off the blood that stained them and shifting, which reminded him through their sting the cuts that Rumlow had placed on his chest and thighs. He shuddered and rolled them over so that he could pin Rumlow to the mattress, using the position to his advantage and drag his mouth down his lover's neck even as he reached around one of those muscled thighs to grab and grope Rumlow's ass. It was so perfect, always had been. He had imagined sinking into it more than once, but it had been a fantasy when he wanted to touch himself during a few hours of them being parted.]
You are mine. Are you certain about this?
[Like a gentleman asking consent explicitly. Of course, his right hand was reaching out for the night stand to jerk the drawer open in order to extract the tube of lubrication. His blood, still oozing from his wounds dripped down upon Rumlow's skin, and he moved his mouth to suck the ones from his chest injury.]
I'll make you see stars. You'll come apart with pleasure...
[Bucky always did like to wax poetic, Rumlow thought after being flipped onto his back. He shuddered at the tongue dragging over the little drops of blood that spattered onto his chest the way Bucky moved over him. Groaned at the grope to his ass, legs spreading to accommodate Bucky's body. He arched up, humming a note of pleasure as his stiffening cock rutted against him.
Tail swishing lazily beside them, Rumlow moved to put his hands on Bucky's waist, feeling the strength of his core and then his back as fingers scraped up, hitting the rougher skin of his scars where his wings would be. He wondered if he'd release them, let the wings surround them like a feathered cage. Rumlow huffed. Now he was getting poetic.]
I've always wanted you, Bucky. Never put on a limit on how.
[His hips shifted again, hands now coming down to cup either cheek of Bucky's ass, dragging him down to let the two of them rub together. He hissed at the sensation, staring up at Bucky with eyes dark.]
[Despite everything, he was still half-tense, waiting for the moment when Rumlow would pull the rug out from under him and they would resume their usual positions together. It didn't stop his progress as he purposefully pressed a thigh inwards for Rumlow to rut on while he mouthed on his lover's bloody chest and paired that with getting lubrication on his fingers so that they could proceed forward for as long as he was allowed to. In the end, he would always hand over the sense of command to Rumlow when it was clear that was what his lover wanted.
He hissed at the rough fingers along his back, rolling his shoulder blades in that pleasurable assault. The skin bulged along the scars, pressing against Rumlow's fingers until they had passed by where they settled in his flesh again. The urge to release them was high, knowing that turnabout was fair play and doing so would offer himself up to the same kind of pleasure that he so often inflicted on Rumlow's horns.
He rubbed their groins together, humbling a sound of pleasure even as he pushed most of his weight to his left knee so that he could slip his lubricated hand between them. He wiped a strip right down the full crack of Rumlow's ass and then used his middle finger to probe at his lover's hole. He might have been a bit eager with how quickly he went from stroking to worming his finger inside, careful of discomfort even as he was biting Rumlow's pectoral.]
I hope you have the week off... I'm going to ensure you aren't walking straight for it.
[All the contact between them still wasn't enough to compare the feeling of a lube slicked finger sliding between his cheeks. He almost tensed, just a reflex, pushed himself to lean into it instead. Bucky wasn't patient, going from teasing to probing in seconds. He arched at the sharp pain to his chest, grabbing a fistful of Bucky's hair. Rather than drag him away, Rumlow held him in place, the blossoming sensation making his nipples stand rigid.
His cock too, thick and hard, rubbed against Bucky eagerly, even despite the penetration. It would find disappointment at not being buried in his ass, but Rumlow knew he'd find release in other ways. He huffed and grinned while he stroked through Bucky's hair, legs falling apart as his ass tried to relax around that finger.]
Good thing I can teleport then. [Rumlow chuckled, cutting himself off with a moan when Bucky's finger brushed against something sensitive.] 'Cause I'm gonna hold you to that.
[Rumlow stared up at the ceiling, mentally preparing himself. Getting fingered was familiar, though long enough ago that he had to force his body to relax. He breathed, focused on the pleasure, the pressure of Bucky's finger, moving, stretching. Imagining himself full -- God. His cock dripped against him, just to remember how it had felt. Bucky wouldn't go easy on him, even without the challenge, Rumlow was sure. But good. He wasn't fragile. He wanted it. Wanted bruises, marks. Whatever Bucky wanted to do, Rumlow was game.]
I'll have to give you a little extra it seems... to counteract the healing that comes with being in Hell.
[He relented in the bite in order to speak, peering up at Rumlow and enjoying the look that his lover had as his finger suck in and wormed to the third digit. He smoothed it around, circling Rumlow's hole before he carefully withdrew and thrust it back in, searching but also trying to fatigue the ring of muscle so it wasn't quite so tight. While he hadn't explicitly asked, he suspected that this would not be Rumlow's first time being taken by a man. It didn't bother him; the demon under him was clearly his after all.
He stroked and probed, forcing himself to take his time. There would be more than enough pain to come once he had his lover loosened up as he predicted himself to be larger still than the usual three fingers he would be bothered to give first. He waited, mouthing on the bite mark and his shoulders once again bulged before his flesh parted as if split with a sharp knife, his black feathered wings slipped free and stretching out across his shoulders. They fluttered and then folded against his shoulders, the parted flesh healing around them.
He lifted his mouth so that he could butt his nose against one of Rumlow's horns, nipping at the hard appendages one by one as he began to slip a second finger inside. He was far less impatient about it, breathing hard as if winded and his cock drooled against Rumlow's bloody thigh, his wounds still trickle lines of blood down his legs and chest.]
[The threat made Rumlow purr, his eagerness for a little abuse a little surprising. In the ring, sure, but this was a whole other category. He was ready for it. Even with the lube, the stretch burned a little, making Rumlow arch and hiss. He breathed, relaxed and it eased, still giving Rumlow's cheeks a flush as his head fell back against the sheets.
He heard rather than saw his wings erupting at first, until the black feathers crept into his peripheral. Glancing down, Rumlow felt another heavy shudder roll through his body, toes curling into the duvet. He saw as Bucky moved forward, watching until he felt the pressure of teeth against the hard keratin of his horn. Unsurprisingly, he moaned, an electric jolt curling around his spine. Made it so much easier for Bucky to push another finger inside, Rumlow's body accommodating it happily in the wake of such stimulation.]
Fuck...
[He whispered, shivering and twitching as his weakness was exploited. He still didn't think it was fair, but damn it felt amazing. He groaned Bucky's name and swept his hands up his back, catching in the soft down of his wings.]
[His eyes fluttered closed at the sound of Rumlow's moan, like sweet music to his ears. He worked his fingers deeper in response even as he turned his cheek and rubbed the roughness of his stubble against the hard horn to keep the relaxation as long as possible. He thrust his slick fingers slow and easy, rumbling a sound in his chest as he had to shift a bit more so that he could rut against Rumlow's thigh to keep from just rushing matters.
He wanted his lover limping not broken. Rumlow had always been patient with him, and it was time to return that favour for this opportunity.
Yet, the sweep of fingers against his fingers set the black plume puffing up as his one wing shuddered and tried to tuck closer to his shoulder as pleasure circulated the appendage. He let out a soft 'ah' against Rumlow's forehead, responding by gently but thoroughly scissoring his fingers between stroking the sweet spot inside of his lover.]
My handsome Котенок. Don't forget to show me you have claws...
'S hard to when you're drivin' me crazy like this...
[Rumlow murmured, laughing softly. The rub of Bucky's face against the horn was a little less acute, but still overpowering enough that he knew he could hardly fight back. Not that he even had the slightest intention to. He groaned loudly as Bucky's fingers kept stretching him out, his own burying in his wings, not about to let their shifting stop him from getting what he wanted. Two could play at that game, after all.
But then, an arch of pleasure shot through him -- Bucky's fingers having found their target. He twitched, body going rigid for a moment before he felt himself sinking into the mattress, moaning in the aftermath. He blinked his eyes open, tipping his head to nudge Bucky's face back to look at him. As if they didn't share enough pleasure between them. He lifted his head to steal a kiss, shoving his ass back against Bucky's hand in a silent demand for more.
He could be pushy too.]
Christ, can't believe you're makin' me impatient to get fucked...
[Rumlow laughed again, hands sweeping across Bucky's wings and giving him a mischievous smirk in response.]
[He shifted so that he could draw his metal hand in so that he could walk his fingers up Rumlow's cock. He issued a soft huff of amusement, but that didn't last long as his lover's fingers continued to move through his plumage. The pleasure nearly caused a spasm across his shoulders, that's how good it felt and yes... two could play and they did so very well against each other when there were even odds.
He repeated his quest to stroke against that sweet spot, rubbing the pads of his fingers against it to see if he could see Rumlow go rigid again, meeting the way that Rumlow shoved down upon him. He growled as their lips met, and he nipped sharply at them before he moved to force his tongue into Rumlow's mouth in order to pillage.
He twisted his fingers, scissoring again before he gently began to force a third finger.]
Now you know what I feel like when you decide to delay... I do like you squirming about. I see why you do it.
[He let out a sharp and almost unexpected moan at the feel of Rumlow's fingers against his wings again, shuddering.]
[Snorting in amusement, Rumlow lifted his hips towards the feel of those metal fingers against his cock -- the unyielding hardness of metal that he'd come to enjoy feeling in all his sensitive places. If it weren't for a distant understanding that the metal joints might catch on even softer flesh inside him, Rumlow would almost rather the metal fingers up his ass, if only for the thrill.
His mind went white for a moment once again, Bucky's fingers eliciting a heavy moan as his prostate got teased. God, he thought, how good was it going to feel when it was the blunt head of his dick instead? Rumlow shuddered with want, almost failing to kiss back he was still reeling. Didn't help that Bucky chose then to add the third, stretching him even more and leaving Rumlow sucking in breath.]
The power is pretty damn intoxicating, hunh?
[He managed to say, burying his fingers deeper into Bucky's plumage. It was the one advantage he'd exploit, if only because it made Bucky all the more needy and desperate. He wanted no quarter.]
But good. Feeling's mutual. 'Cause right now, Bucky? I really want you to fuck me. Got it?
I enjoy being with someone who gives as good as they want to take. You're the only one that I've met with the patience and want to be on both sides of the equation.
[Of course, the last of his words came out in a stutter as his forehead dropped to rest on Rumlow's shoulder with those fingers sending all manner of sensation through his wings. They managed to uncurl and stretch lazily out on either side of them, and the sensitive flesh pushed up towards those fingers. God, he wanted to be ruined and rebuilt by this man, to give as well as he took. Rumlow was the only one.
He groaned at the words, nodding his head against Rumlow's shoulder as he worked his three fingers slowly, stretching with just a hint of restrained impatience. He wanted to stretch Rumlow out enough not to hurt but also was aching to bury himself into his lover for the first time since they had been together (that he could remember). He shifted to bump his nose against the edge of Rumlow's jaw and worked faster before he decided that he wouldn't last much longer despite his good intentions and eased his fingers free.
He reached for the lube in order to slather on his cock, groaning at the contact. It was going to feel amazing inside of his lover where he could make a crater of Rumlow in the mattress.]
You have nothing to worry about. You're going to be clinging to me and begging for release.
[It was an idea that Rumlow could get behind; for all that he was a manipulative, sadistic man, he never reneged in the give and take of relationships he deemed worthwhile. And Bucky? He was definitely worthwhile. Rumlow smiled in response, a fond moment in the midst of an erotic act. As Bucky's wings fluttered, Rumlow's gaze was drawn to them, how they stretched around them both.
Carding both hands through the mass of feathers and lightly touching the skin beneath, Rumlow drew in a breath, letting it out slow and shuddering. He tried to be patient, but the prep was working him up quick, making his cock leak as it lay across his abs. Bucky must have been thinking the same, and Rumlow hissed sharply as the fingers were removed, suddenly so open and empty. He groaned, lifting his head to see.]
Me? Worry? [Rumlow barks a laugh, then shifts it into a smug little look that Bucky knew meant a challenge was being issued yet again.] Begging though, that's a tall order, Bucky. Better make good on it.
[His tail curled at his side, body bracing itself as if for impact. Probably wasn't far off, the way Bucky was looking at him. Rumlow took a peek down at his dick, thick and hard and big. Well, wouldn't be the first time he'd gotten split in half by a cock, and he was pretty sure with Bucky, it sure as fuck wasn't gonna be the last. If it hurt? Big fucking deal. He'd adjust and get off all the same because pain was good to him like that.
And that was what this was all about. Pain brought focus, brought pleasure. Brought them back to where they belonged.]
[The moment that Rumlow's fingers caressed the skin beneath the feathers, he arched and let out a soft sound of pleasure in reply. It felt so good, like being stream-rolled with pleasure which whited out his mind for a few seconds and left him shivering and his wings stretching even more. That must have been how those horns felt when he touched them... it had to be because that was so intense. Turnabout definitely was fair play in this case.
His nostrils flared at the challenging look, and he seemed to grow in size in response, shifting himself deeper between Rumlow's thighs so that he could loom over his lover. His fingers continued to smear lube on his cock but once finished to reached for Rumlow's knees, forcing them up so that he could hook his lover's knees on his mismatched shoulders. It would allow him to control his lover's legs but also to bend Rumlow in half if he so desired. It also would give him access to stroking Rumlow's cock.]
You'll beg... I'll see you so wrung out that you'll have no choice.
[Challenge accepted.
He used his metal hand to grip himself, shifting his shoulders to settled Rumlow's legs even as his wings moved to curl around those muscled legs. There was a small claw at the end which extended to grip on, as much a threat of pain as it was to simply hold on. His hand guided him up against Rumlow's ass cheeks, nudging with his hips until he was against his lover's hole. He probed teasingly to drive them both a little mad before he gave a sharp jump to force the head of his cock to breech Rumlow's hole but after that settled into a slow press forward. Pain was one thing but he wanted to limit damage to sore muscles and some bruises... not tearing. How were they supposed to have more fun?
He leaned forward, craning his neck to nip at Rumlow's chin.]
[Really, the challenge only benefited him. It would assure Bucky fucked him damn good in his efforts (not that he expected less), and Rumlow could see how long he could hold out before he did beg. Given his history in HYDRA, he doubted it would happen easily. Even if getting reamed was a whole lot better than being tortured, they could be one in the same if Bucky knew how to be clever.
Given his teacher? Rumlow bet he'd get closer than anyone else, if he didn't succeed.
Getting situated on the bed, Rumlow flexed his shoulders to keep himself propped up just how Bucky wanted him. Toes curling in the air, his tail flicked, eyes tracking down to see Bucky taking hold of his dick and putting it right up against his loosened hole. Had to get a little teasing in first, of course, letting the slick head rub against the rim, making Rumlow growl in a little impatience. He was rewarded with a steady press forward, the head sinking in easy. Rumlow's head fell back, swallowing as he felt his whole body shiver at the experience. Fuck, it really had been a while.
Bucky kept going, slow, but unrelenting. The pressure was intense, the way he had to stretch to accommodate the girth of Bucky's dick as he pushed past where his fingers could reach. There was a little discomfort, but it was easily twisted into pleasure when Rumlow imagined how it had to look. When he felt Bucky push forward, he gasped, then let the sound morph into a groan. The scrape of Bucky's teeth against his stubble brought one hand away from his wings to bury in his long hair.
His lips turned up at the request, flexing his thighs to pull Bucky closer, ass pressing back against his hips. A reminder that he wasn't fragile as that cock sank in that much more. God, it was fucking good. Rumlow gave him the moan he wanted, one hand tight in his hair while the other slid over his wing, trying to draw one out in turn.]
[His eyes feasted on Rumlow's face, drinking in the sight of his lover's expressions as he took the demon in such a way for the first time. He should expect no less from a man who thrived on pain as much as delivering it, and he rumbled in his chest as he worked himself in slowly and there was no protests. He was bigger than three fingers after all, but Rumlow seemed to better accommodate him than he would expect anyone else to. Clearly they should have switched positions sooner, even if he didn't mind waiting for as long as he had. Rumlow having control was comforting, eased an unspoken tension that ebbed and flowed within him from time to time.
He shifted his shoulders forward for the specific purpose of forcing Rumlow's legs bending back towards his lover's own shoulders. His metal hand slid beneath the rise of Rumlow's ass - so beautifully speared on his cock - so that he could offer a playful open-handed slap on that ass at the reminder of the lack of fragility. Only he knew that wasn't true; Rumlow was terribly fragile with him, soft and pliant, open and rich with emotion, compromised as a HYDRA agent was never allowed to become. He gave a playful thrust forward, rocking them and then moaning as his head craned with the fingers in his hair but more because of the hand against his wings which tightened almost possessively on Rumlow's legs.
His metal hand left off after the smack and went for Rumlow's tail instead stroking the appendage as one might stroke a cock, teasing. He had always liked the tail, found it fitting. Now he was stroking the warm smooth flesh as he leaned down even further so that his lover was practically bent in half. He began to thrust, shallow but hard at first and then with longer and even more forceful strokes within a short amount of time. The moans left him far more easily now, his wing tips caressing Rumlow's ribs as he issued a breathy laugh even as he gave a smile.]
Should have just taken you from behind so I could grab those horns of yours as handles!
[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.]
[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.]
[God it wasn't fair, Rumlow thought. None of this was fair. Not the way Bucky mercilessly offered Rumlow a taste of his own medicine, nor the way he pinched at his tits, making him arch in pleasured pain. And definitely not when the inexorable grip of his metal hand tightened around his dick and denied him a chance at orgasm. He had been so fucking close, and now his mind was a mass of electric impulses, nothing coherent beyond the reach for climax.
He raked his nails over Bucky in his desperation, growling with his lip curled feral. His thighs flexed, dragging Bucky closer, staring up at him, eyes nearly black the way his pupils had blown. His ass felt so fucking full, and his body was a storm of sensation the way Bucky kept torturing his prostate with every thrust. It was definitely too much, kept him teetering at the edge. His cock dribbled what it could, spilling over the back of Bucky's metal knuckles. God, he couldn't imagine the load he'd release when he was finally allowed to come.]
Wanna feel you come inside me...
[He hissed, trying to distract away from having to beg. It wasn't that he didn't want to give Bucky the satisfaction -- Rumlow was just stubborn. Even if it would let him come and fuck he wanted that so damn bad. He was barely holding on, the words trying to escape against his will. Fuck.]
[God, this was everything that he had dreamed it would be, Bucky thought. Rumlow straining and as tense as an elastic about to snap back, flushed and dripping pre-cum all over his hand and those impressive abs, and the words... were just shy of what he actually wanted to hear. His hips gave a stutter in reply, faltering in his overbearing pace as those muscles squeezed down upon him and left him teetering on his own edge. He did want to fill his lover with himself, finally claim Rumlow as he had been claimed so many times in the past.
Most of all, he wanted Rumlow to stumble around, streaked with his come down those muscular legs and know it was he who had done that. Soon, it would come to reality, but he would torture them both a little first.
His fingers remained tight to deny that orgasm even as he let out a shout of pleasure as Rumlow's fingers continued their desperate raking up his back. It left long red lines, some of them willing to ooze the tiniest amounts of blood in their wake. He twisted one of Rumlow's nipples harder in reply, panting harshly as his hair clung to his neck, cheeks and forehead. His palm finally settled over Rumlow's heart, and he smiled.]
You are mine... tell me what you need. [More like beg for release, but he knew that he wouldn't last much longer as it was and he wasn't going to stop himself either. This was just the first opportunity of many to see if Rumlow would beg him.]
Your hand off my dick so I can fucking come, you ass!
[Rumlow replied, but he was laughing, showing Bucky he was hardly mad. He cut himself off halfway through with a moan, swearing a blue streak after, hardly able to keep himself together. His balls ached with need for release, and while his words were full of snark, his eyes offered the desperation Bucky wanted. He was being assaulted on all fronts, the only thing keeping from losing it was that steadfast pressure tight around his cock.
He swept his hands up into Bucky's wings, hoping it would break his hold and his focus, tip him over the edge to join him in the climactic pleasure Rumlow knew they both wanted. He squeezed his ass around him too, as best he could manage, moaning hoarsely to feel how thick and solid he was buried inside him.]
Please..!
[He whispered instead of thought, face already so flushed that Rumlow wasn't sure if Bucky could see his blush at having said it out loud. Well. So much for holding out.]
[His metal fingers flexed in their right grip, giving way a little for a small stroke up so that the metal of his fingers clicked against the metal of Rumlow's piercing. Back down his hand moved to choke off any orgasm again, waiting only as long as it took for him to know his own climax was right there, and it just so happened to also be when Rumlow whispered as close to a plea as he knew that he was going to receive.
And of course, his wings tightened on his lover's thighs, caressing them with feathers even as the claw hooked deeper to actually puncture flesh in their now desperate bid to keep a grip. His metal hand eased off and went to stroking Rumlow quickly, almost jarring compared to the previous stasis as his hips pummeled up against Rumlow's ass as he threw his head back and exposed the full length of his throat in a show of absolute trust.
God, that blush... it was the last thing he saw as he closed his eyes so that he could commit it to memory at the same time that his brain seemed to white with pleasure as his orgasm tore through him as he issued a sharp shout of Rumlow's name as he came inside of his lover, his metal hand still stroking as his flesh one slipped sideways to steady himself on the bed.]
...mine at last. [Like no one in Hell had so far managed.]
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Date: 2017-03-31 05:03 pm (UTC)He almost sat up when Rumlow stood, thinking that their little session was over. It had been enough to chase away the sheer intensity of his emotions, allowing him to box them off again for a time. He pushed himself up on his elbows, about to ask if they should go back to bed and instead, he found his lap filled with his lover. It sent the first real shivers of arousal through him as he shifted to set his heels higher on the bed so that Rumlow could rest back against his thighs if necessary. It also allowed him to shift under Rumlow too.
He tipped his head back even as he was still poised on his elbows, showing a hint of the left side of his neck. He didn't inhale and didn't shake as the knife point came over his heart, simply watching with an intense gaze. He was finally focused, finally able to involve himself rather than use all of this to chase back how overwhelmed he had been.
He hissed at the slice to his chest, his hips bucking in response, but his eyes left Rumlow's face to watch the blood bead and rise quickly then gravity took over and it began a slow almost lazy track off his pectoral and heading south towards where Rumlow was settled in his lap. His nipple hardened in response to the pain, intensifying it and off-setting the sharpness of the knife bite with a tender of pleasure. He rolled his hips up against his lover's ass, grinding even as he watched his own blood curve around the cut of his abs, making continue progress south to where it would caress and smear against Rumlow's skin as well.]
Kiss me.
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Date: 2017-04-04 03:48 am (UTC)He smirked at Bucky's command, and Rumlow brought the finger to his lips, spreading the blood across them like a macabre lipstick. Now he'd get that kiss. He dipped down, setting the knife to the side to keep it out the way when he captured Bucky's mouth in a fierce, possessive kiss. He dragged his hand through Bucky's hair, tugging a little to tip his head back even further. Biting at his bottom lip, Rumlow began to rock his hips, ass shifting over his lap teasingly.]
Want more?
[Rumlow asks, kissing him another time, fingers easing off in his hair.]
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Date: 2017-04-04 04:12 am (UTC)This was not a position that they normally took with each other either, at least not for long. The fact that Rumlow continued to perch on his lap and even grind that fine muscled ass down on him caused him to bite on his lower lip, working it to a bruise and then biting until he was bloody. Just in time for their kiss, which he threw himself into. The bite to his lip only caused the blood to flow a bit more freely, to increase the sting and reinforce how close they were.
His hands finally left the blankets to grip Rumlow's thick thighs, digging his fingers in to leave bruises.] You know the answer to that.
[He tipped his head back into those fingers in his hair, growling and thrusting up towards Rumlow's ass. Should he flip them or wait and see how long his lover allowed this unique and rather pleasing position?]
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Date: 2017-04-08 01:34 am (UTC)Their kiss broke apart just as Bucky's hips popped up, rubbing that thickening cock right between his cheeks. Rumlow ground back down, rolling his hips to give Bucky a little more friction to play with. He licked the fresh blood from his lips, humming his enjoyment. Peeking over at the blade, he flicked his tail out to swat it away so they wouldn't accidentally roll onto it.]
Take what's yours then.
[Rumlow answered simply, practically electric with anticipation. He felt committed -- and excited. Would Bucky take the offer? Rumlow was already pretty sure if he did, he wasn't going to be walking soon. Bucky was, in a word: enthusiastic.]
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Date: 2017-04-08 03:30 am (UTC)By then, he was licking his lips, clearing off the blood that stained them and shifting, which reminded him through their sting the cuts that Rumlow had placed on his chest and thighs. He shuddered and rolled them over so that he could pin Rumlow to the mattress, using the position to his advantage and drag his mouth down his lover's neck even as he reached around one of those muscled thighs to grab and grope Rumlow's ass. It was so perfect, always had been. He had imagined sinking into it more than once, but it had been a fantasy when he wanted to touch himself during a few hours of them being parted.]
You are mine. Are you certain about this?
[Like a gentleman asking consent explicitly. Of course, his right hand was reaching out for the night stand to jerk the drawer open in order to extract the tube of lubrication. His blood, still oozing from his wounds dripped down upon Rumlow's skin, and he moved his mouth to suck the ones from his chest injury.]
I'll make you see stars. You'll come apart with pleasure...
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Date: 2017-04-10 06:10 pm (UTC)Tail swishing lazily beside them, Rumlow moved to put his hands on Bucky's waist, feeling the strength of his core and then his back as fingers scraped up, hitting the rougher skin of his scars where his wings would be. He wondered if he'd release them, let the wings surround them like a feathered cage. Rumlow huffed. Now he was getting poetic.]
I've always wanted you, Bucky. Never put on a limit on how.
[His hips shifted again, hands now coming down to cup either cheek of Bucky's ass, dragging him down to let the two of them rub together. He hissed at the sensation, staring up at Bucky with eyes dark.]
C'mon. Show me what you got, котенок.
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Date: 2017-04-10 08:22 pm (UTC)He hissed at the rough fingers along his back, rolling his shoulder blades in that pleasurable assault. The skin bulged along the scars, pressing against Rumlow's fingers until they had passed by where they settled in his flesh again. The urge to release them was high, knowing that turnabout was fair play and doing so would offer himself up to the same kind of pleasure that he so often inflicted on Rumlow's horns.
He rubbed their groins together, humbling a sound of pleasure even as he pushed most of his weight to his left knee so that he could slip his lubricated hand between them. He wiped a strip right down the full crack of Rumlow's ass and then used his middle finger to probe at his lover's hole. He might have been a bit eager with how quickly he went from stroking to worming his finger inside, careful of discomfort even as he was biting Rumlow's pectoral.]
I hope you have the week off... I'm going to ensure you aren't walking straight for it.
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Date: 2017-04-10 10:53 pm (UTC)His cock too, thick and hard, rubbed against Bucky eagerly, even despite the penetration. It would find disappointment at not being buried in his ass, but Rumlow knew he'd find release in other ways. He huffed and grinned while he stroked through Bucky's hair, legs falling apart as his ass tried to relax around that finger.]
Good thing I can teleport then. [Rumlow chuckled, cutting himself off with a moan when Bucky's finger brushed against something sensitive.] 'Cause I'm gonna hold you to that.
[Rumlow stared up at the ceiling, mentally preparing himself. Getting fingered was familiar, though long enough ago that he had to force his body to relax. He breathed, focused on the pleasure, the pressure of Bucky's finger, moving, stretching. Imagining himself full -- God. His cock dripped against him, just to remember how it had felt. Bucky wouldn't go easy on him, even without the challenge, Rumlow was sure. But good. He wasn't fragile. He wanted it. Wanted bruises, marks. Whatever Bucky wanted to do, Rumlow was game.]
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Date: 2017-04-10 11:06 pm (UTC)[He relented in the bite in order to speak, peering up at Rumlow and enjoying the look that his lover had as his finger suck in and wormed to the third digit. He smoothed it around, circling Rumlow's hole before he carefully withdrew and thrust it back in, searching but also trying to fatigue the ring of muscle so it wasn't quite so tight. While he hadn't explicitly asked, he suspected that this would not be Rumlow's first time being taken by a man. It didn't bother him; the demon under him was clearly his after all.
He stroked and probed, forcing himself to take his time. There would be more than enough pain to come once he had his lover loosened up as he predicted himself to be larger still than the usual three fingers he would be bothered to give first. He waited, mouthing on the bite mark and his shoulders once again bulged before his flesh parted as if split with a sharp knife, his black feathered wings slipped free and stretching out across his shoulders. They fluttered and then folded against his shoulders, the parted flesh healing around them.
He lifted his mouth so that he could butt his nose against one of Rumlow's horns, nipping at the hard appendages one by one as he began to slip a second finger inside. He was far less impatient about it, breathing hard as if winded and his cock drooled against Rumlow's bloody thigh, his wounds still trickle lines of blood down his legs and chest.]
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Date: 2017-04-11 01:58 pm (UTC)He heard rather than saw his wings erupting at first, until the black feathers crept into his peripheral. Glancing down, Rumlow felt another heavy shudder roll through his body, toes curling into the duvet. He saw as Bucky moved forward, watching until he felt the pressure of teeth against the hard keratin of his horn. Unsurprisingly, he moaned, an electric jolt curling around his spine. Made it so much easier for Bucky to push another finger inside, Rumlow's body accommodating it happily in the wake of such stimulation.]
Fuck...
[He whispered, shivering and twitching as his weakness was exploited. He still didn't think it was fair, but damn it felt amazing. He groaned Bucky's name and swept his hands up his back, catching in the soft down of his wings.]
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Date: 2017-04-11 02:20 pm (UTC)He wanted his lover limping not broken. Rumlow had always been patient with him, and it was time to return that favour for this opportunity.
Yet, the sweep of fingers against his fingers set the black plume puffing up as his one wing shuddered and tried to tuck closer to his shoulder as pleasure circulated the appendage. He let out a soft 'ah' against Rumlow's forehead, responding by gently but thoroughly scissoring his fingers between stroking the sweet spot inside of his lover.]
My handsome Котенок. Don't forget to show me you have claws...
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Date: 2017-04-11 02:41 pm (UTC)[Rumlow murmured, laughing softly. The rub of Bucky's face against the horn was a little less acute, but still overpowering enough that he knew he could hardly fight back. Not that he even had the slightest intention to. He groaned loudly as Bucky's fingers kept stretching him out, his own burying in his wings, not about to let their shifting stop him from getting what he wanted. Two could play at that game, after all.
But then, an arch of pleasure shot through him -- Bucky's fingers having found their target. He twitched, body going rigid for a moment before he felt himself sinking into the mattress, moaning in the aftermath. He blinked his eyes open, tipping his head to nudge Bucky's face back to look at him. As if they didn't share enough pleasure between them. He lifted his head to steal a kiss, shoving his ass back against Bucky's hand in a silent demand for more.
He could be pushy too.]
Christ, can't believe you're makin' me impatient to get fucked...
[Rumlow laughed again, hands sweeping across Bucky's wings and giving him a mischievous smirk in response.]
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Date: 2017-04-11 08:25 pm (UTC)[He shifted so that he could draw his metal hand in so that he could walk his fingers up Rumlow's cock. He issued a soft huff of amusement, but that didn't last long as his lover's fingers continued to move through his plumage. The pleasure nearly caused a spasm across his shoulders, that's how good it felt and yes... two could play and they did so very well against each other when there were even odds.
He repeated his quest to stroke against that sweet spot, rubbing the pads of his fingers against it to see if he could see Rumlow go rigid again, meeting the way that Rumlow shoved down upon him. He growled as their lips met, and he nipped sharply at them before he moved to force his tongue into Rumlow's mouth in order to pillage.
He twisted his fingers, scissoring again before he gently began to force a third finger.]
Now you know what I feel like when you decide to delay... I do like you squirming about. I see why you do it.
[He let out a sharp and almost unexpected moan at the feel of Rumlow's fingers against his wings again, shuddering.]
God damn... I want you so bad.
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Date: 2017-04-12 03:13 pm (UTC)His mind went white for a moment once again, Bucky's fingers eliciting a heavy moan as his prostate got teased. God, he thought, how good was it going to feel when it was the blunt head of his dick instead? Rumlow shuddered with want, almost failing to kiss back he was still reeling. Didn't help that Bucky chose then to add the third, stretching him even more and leaving Rumlow sucking in breath.]
The power is pretty damn intoxicating, hunh?
[He managed to say, burying his fingers deeper into Bucky's plumage. It was the one advantage he'd exploit, if only because it made Bucky all the more needy and desperate. He wanted no quarter.]
But good. Feeling's mutual. 'Cause right now, Bucky? I really want you to fuck me. Got it?
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Date: 2017-04-13 12:25 am (UTC)[Of course, the last of his words came out in a stutter as his forehead dropped to rest on Rumlow's shoulder with those fingers sending all manner of sensation through his wings. They managed to uncurl and stretch lazily out on either side of them, and the sensitive flesh pushed up towards those fingers. God, he wanted to be ruined and rebuilt by this man, to give as well as he took. Rumlow was the only one.
He groaned at the words, nodding his head against Rumlow's shoulder as he worked his three fingers slowly, stretching with just a hint of restrained impatience. He wanted to stretch Rumlow out enough not to hurt but also was aching to bury himself into his lover for the first time since they had been together (that he could remember). He shifted to bump his nose against the edge of Rumlow's jaw and worked faster before he decided that he wouldn't last much longer despite his good intentions and eased his fingers free.
He reached for the lube in order to slather on his cock, groaning at the contact. It was going to feel amazing inside of his lover where he could make a crater of Rumlow in the mattress.]
You have nothing to worry about. You're going to be clinging to me and begging for release.
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Date: 2017-04-13 05:22 pm (UTC)Carding both hands through the mass of feathers and lightly touching the skin beneath, Rumlow drew in a breath, letting it out slow and shuddering. He tried to be patient, but the prep was working him up quick, making his cock leak as it lay across his abs. Bucky must have been thinking the same, and Rumlow hissed sharply as the fingers were removed, suddenly so open and empty. He groaned, lifting his head to see.]
Me? Worry? [Rumlow barks a laugh, then shifts it into a smug little look that Bucky knew meant a challenge was being issued yet again.] Begging though, that's a tall order, Bucky. Better make good on it.
[His tail curled at his side, body bracing itself as if for impact. Probably wasn't far off, the way Bucky was looking at him. Rumlow took a peek down at his dick, thick and hard and big. Well, wouldn't be the first time he'd gotten split in half by a cock, and he was pretty sure with Bucky, it sure as fuck wasn't gonna be the last. If it hurt? Big fucking deal. He'd adjust and get off all the same because pain was good to him like that.
And that was what this was all about. Pain brought focus, brought pleasure. Brought them back to where they belonged.]
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Date: 2017-04-16 03:41 pm (UTC)His nostrils flared at the challenging look, and he seemed to grow in size in response, shifting himself deeper between Rumlow's thighs so that he could loom over his lover. His fingers continued to smear lube on his cock but once finished to reached for Rumlow's knees, forcing them up so that he could hook his lover's knees on his mismatched shoulders. It would allow him to control his lover's legs but also to bend Rumlow in half if he so desired. It also would give him access to stroking Rumlow's cock.]
You'll beg... I'll see you so wrung out that you'll have no choice.
[Challenge accepted.
He used his metal hand to grip himself, shifting his shoulders to settled Rumlow's legs even as his wings moved to curl around those muscled legs. There was a small claw at the end which extended to grip on, as much a threat of pain as it was to simply hold on. His hand guided him up against Rumlow's ass cheeks, nudging with his hips until he was against his lover's hole. He probed teasingly to drive them both a little mad before he gave a sharp jump to force the head of his cock to breech Rumlow's hole but after that settled into a slow press forward. Pain was one thing but he wanted to limit damage to sore muscles and some bruises... not tearing. How were they supposed to have more fun?
He leaned forward, craning his neck to nip at Rumlow's chin.]
Moan for me.
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Date: 2017-04-17 03:51 pm (UTC)Given his teacher? Rumlow bet he'd get closer than anyone else, if he didn't succeed.
Getting situated on the bed, Rumlow flexed his shoulders to keep himself propped up just how Bucky wanted him. Toes curling in the air, his tail flicked, eyes tracking down to see Bucky taking hold of his dick and putting it right up against his loosened hole. Had to get a little teasing in first, of course, letting the slick head rub against the rim, making Rumlow growl in a little impatience. He was rewarded with a steady press forward, the head sinking in easy. Rumlow's head fell back, swallowing as he felt his whole body shiver at the experience. Fuck, it really had been a while.
Bucky kept going, slow, but unrelenting. The pressure was intense, the way he had to stretch to accommodate the girth of Bucky's dick as he pushed past where his fingers could reach. There was a little discomfort, but it was easily twisted into pleasure when Rumlow imagined how it had to look. When he felt Bucky push forward, he gasped, then let the sound morph into a groan. The scrape of Bucky's teeth against his stubble brought one hand away from his wings to bury in his long hair.
His lips turned up at the request, flexing his thighs to pull Bucky closer, ass pressing back against his hips. A reminder that he wasn't fragile as that cock sank in that much more. God, it was fucking good. Rumlow gave him the moan he wanted, one hand tight in his hair while the other slid over his wing, trying to draw one out in turn.]
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Date: 2017-04-17 09:04 pm (UTC)He shifted his shoulders forward for the specific purpose of forcing Rumlow's legs bending back towards his lover's own shoulders. His metal hand slid beneath the rise of Rumlow's ass - so beautifully speared on his cock - so that he could offer a playful open-handed slap on that ass at the reminder of the lack of fragility. Only he knew that wasn't true; Rumlow was terribly fragile with him, soft and pliant, open and rich with emotion, compromised as a HYDRA agent was never allowed to become. He gave a playful thrust forward, rocking them and then moaning as his head craned with the fingers in his hair but more because of the hand against his wings which tightened almost possessively on Rumlow's legs.
His metal hand left off after the smack and went for Rumlow's tail instead stroking the appendage as one might stroke a cock, teasing. He had always liked the tail, found it fitting. Now he was stroking the warm smooth flesh as he leaned down even further so that his lover was practically bent in half. He began to thrust, shallow but hard at first and then with longer and even more forceful strokes within a short amount of time. The moans left him far more easily now, his wing tips caressing Rumlow's ribs as he issued a breathy laugh even as he gave a smile.]
Should have just taken you from behind so I could grab those horns of yours as handles!
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Date: 2017-04-23 12:44 am (UTC)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..!
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Date: 2017-04-23 02:10 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2017-04-23 03:06 pm (UTC)He raked his nails over Bucky in his desperation, growling with his lip curled feral. His thighs flexed, dragging Bucky closer, staring up at him, eyes nearly black the way his pupils had blown. His ass felt so fucking full, and his body was a storm of sensation the way Bucky kept torturing his prostate with every thrust. It was definitely too much, kept him teetering at the edge. His cock dribbled what it could, spilling over the back of Bucky's metal knuckles. God, he couldn't imagine the load he'd release when he was finally allowed to come.]
Wanna feel you come inside me...
[He hissed, trying to distract away from having to beg. It wasn't that he didn't want to give Bucky the satisfaction -- Rumlow was just stubborn. Even if it would let him come and fuck he wanted that so damn bad. He was barely holding on, the words trying to escape against his will. Fuck.]
Bucky, c'mon... make me yours.
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Date: 2017-04-23 03:19 pm (UTC)Most of all, he wanted Rumlow to stumble around, streaked with his come down those muscular legs and know it was he who had done that. Soon, it would come to reality, but he would torture them both a little first.
His fingers remained tight to deny that orgasm even as he let out a shout of pleasure as Rumlow's fingers continued their desperate raking up his back. It left long red lines, some of them willing to ooze the tiniest amounts of blood in their wake. He twisted one of Rumlow's nipples harder in reply, panting harshly as his hair clung to his neck, cheeks and forehead. His palm finally settled over Rumlow's heart, and he smiled.]
You are mine... tell me what you need. [More like beg for release, but he knew that he wouldn't last much longer as it was and he wasn't going to stop himself either. This was just the first opportunity of many to see if Rumlow would beg him.]
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Date: 2017-04-23 03:34 pm (UTC)[Rumlow replied, but he was laughing, showing Bucky he was hardly mad. He cut himself off halfway through with a moan, swearing a blue streak after, hardly able to keep himself together. His balls ached with need for release, and while his words were full of snark, his eyes offered the desperation Bucky wanted. He was being assaulted on all fronts, the only thing keeping from losing it was that steadfast pressure tight around his cock.
He swept his hands up into Bucky's wings, hoping it would break his hold and his focus, tip him over the edge to join him in the climactic pleasure Rumlow knew they both wanted. He squeezed his ass around him too, as best he could manage, moaning hoarsely to feel how thick and solid he was buried inside him.]
Please..!
[He whispered instead of thought, face already so flushed that Rumlow wasn't sure if Bucky could see his blush at having said it out loud. Well. So much for holding out.]
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Date: 2017-04-23 03:46 pm (UTC)[His metal fingers flexed in their right grip, giving way a little for a small stroke up so that the metal of his fingers clicked against the metal of Rumlow's piercing. Back down his hand moved to choke off any orgasm again, waiting only as long as it took for him to know his own climax was right there, and it just so happened to also be when Rumlow whispered as close to a plea as he knew that he was going to receive.
And of course, his wings tightened on his lover's thighs, caressing them with feathers even as the claw hooked deeper to actually puncture flesh in their now desperate bid to keep a grip. His metal hand eased off and went to stroking Rumlow quickly, almost jarring compared to the previous stasis as his hips pummeled up against Rumlow's ass as he threw his head back and exposed the full length of his throat in a show of absolute trust.
God, that blush... it was the last thing he saw as he closed his eyes so that he could commit it to memory at the same time that his brain seemed to white with pleasure as his orgasm tore through him as he issued a sharp shout of Rumlow's name as he came inside of his lover, his metal hand still stroking as his flesh one slipped sideways to steady himself on the bed.]
...mine at last. [Like no one in Hell had so far managed.]
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