[He stared in open challenge to the other man, waiting to see what it was that Rogers was going to do. He hoped it hurt; he wanted it to hurt. This wasn't just about pleasure in some ways; it was about dominance and itching at the dislike for the situation that he had perhaps come to accept a little more with nothing else to focus on. He couldn't even wipe his own ass without someone reporting how many sheets of toilet paper he used after all.
He tilted his head a little with the press of Steve's finger like it was nothing more than a gentle caress. He should have clamped his jaw, but instead he flicked his tongue out, feeling his cheek and Steve's finger wedging between his teeth. He bit regardless, the pressure enough to warn Steve that he would bleed his own cheek to challenge back.]
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He tilted his head a little with the press of Steve's finger like it was nothing more than a gentle caress. He should have clamped his jaw, but instead he flicked his tongue out, feeling his cheek and Steve's finger wedging between his teeth. He bit regardless, the pressure enough to warn Steve that he would bleed his own cheek to challenge back.]
Make. Me. [He wasn't asking either.]