[ He ought to be more careful - ought to try and not hurt him, ought to do a lot of things that he can't bring himself to do right now, pissed and turned on in equal parts. He tilts his head and bites at Rumlow's bottom lip, making a low, throaty noise into the kiss when he feels teeth on the other side.
They've been dancing around this too long - should've known it'd come to this, but he didn't think it would, he thought he'd have better self control. He doesn't, in fact, and it's what has him grabbing down for Rumlow's hips, curling his hands around them and lifting him up, fingers digging bruises into his skin.
He ought to pull back, call this off, say he's sorry, he never meant to do a lot of things, but he can't bring the words up from his throat, too busy easing his mouth over Rumlow's, shoving his hips up tight against the other man's just for that first drag of friction. ]
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They've been dancing around this too long - should've known it'd come to this, but he didn't think it would, he thought he'd have better self control. He doesn't, in fact, and it's what has him grabbing down for Rumlow's hips, curling his hands around them and lifting him up, fingers digging bruises into his skin.
He ought to pull back, call this off, say he's sorry, he never meant to do a lot of things, but he can't bring the words up from his throat, too busy easing his mouth over Rumlow's, shoving his hips up tight against the other man's just for that first drag of friction. ]