[ The others, Natasha, for example, might know how to treat him to get him out of his own head, how to push and prod and get him with the program. He appreciates it for what it is, truthfully, likes having friends like that, who know him that well, who fill in the gaps that Bucky'd left. The soul mate was supposed to do that, too. He'd hoped - well. He'd hoped if he ever found them, that it'd be right. What's a little pillow talk between soul mates, Rumlow asks, and part of Steve wants to shut him up, the other part knows it's true - biology, chemistry, whatever it is, it helps make this easier, makes him like this.
Steve tugs again, but Rumlow seems to get with the program, drags his tongue hot and wet over the base of Steve's cock. For all he'd talked about liking it rough, this is just borderline - a flicker of teeth, not enough to hurt but enough that Steve squirms on the floor, eager and needy.
He'd been quiet - conservative, when he'd sucked at Rumlow's cock but the other man has no such worries, apparently. It's wet and noisy and Steve swallows the groan he wants to let out, instead fitting a hand to the back of Rumlow's head, fingers fisting in his hair, pulling him back. ]
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Steve tugs again, but Rumlow seems to get with the program, drags his tongue hot and wet over the base of Steve's cock. For all he'd talked about liking it rough, this is just borderline - a flicker of teeth, not enough to hurt but enough that Steve squirms on the floor, eager and needy.
He'd been quiet - conservative, when he'd sucked at Rumlow's cock but the other man has no such worries, apparently. It's wet and noisy and Steve swallows the groan he wants to let out, instead fitting a hand to the back of Rumlow's head, fingers fisting in his hair, pulling him back. ]
Open your mouth.