[ Could he fight like this? He doesn't really know, honestly. The worst of it is he trusts Rumlow not to do anything, not to take him down, not to try and kill him while they try to do this. He can't think straight enough to even figure out how he'd deal with that happening, truthfully.
Steve kicks his jeans away impatiently, bare except for his socks, and hooks a leg around Rumlow, dragging him in close. It takes a moment to click - what he's saying, what he's implying, and he ought to shove him off, ought to tell him to screw off, shut up, but there's this awful sense of shame that pools in his gut, and it doesn't make him lose his erection, it makes him jackknife his hips up, needy, precome sliding shiny over the flushed tip of his cock. ]
Shut up, Rumlow.
[ It comes out as almost steady, but so, so rough, Steve bracing his elbows on the linoleum, hands curled into fists as he fixes his eyes on the other man's face. The scars don't bother him - he's more focused on the roughness of his hand, how it's barely anything.
You'd want a headline like that too, wouldn't you? He doesn't say a goddamn word, just curls a hand in Rumlow's hair and tugs, sharp. ]
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Steve kicks his jeans away impatiently, bare except for his socks, and hooks a leg around Rumlow, dragging him in close. It takes a moment to click - what he's saying, what he's implying, and he ought to shove him off, ought to tell him to screw off, shut up, but there's this awful sense of shame that pools in his gut, and it doesn't make him lose his erection, it makes him jackknife his hips up, needy, precome sliding shiny over the flushed tip of his cock. ]
Shut up, Rumlow.
[ It comes out as almost steady, but so, so rough, Steve bracing his elbows on the linoleum, hands curled into fists as he fixes his eyes on the other man's face. The scars don't bother him - he's more focused on the roughness of his hand, how it's barely anything.
You'd want a headline like that too, wouldn't you? He doesn't say a goddamn word, just curls a hand in Rumlow's hair and tugs, sharp. ]