[ He could choke him, hand over his mouth, over his nose, make him open that way. He could do a lot of things but he's just not wired that way. Rumlow might be wired for violence and force, but Steve's got his own limits. He wants his mouth on his dick, sure, but the idea of him being hurt that badly isn't exactly appealing.
He tries for a happy medium, reaching down, pulling his head up with the hand in his hair. One big hand slides around his throat, squeezing in, fisting tightly against the long line of his throat. It's fucked - he's so messed up, thinking it looks good there, but it does. He squeezes until he's sure it's too much, waiting Rumlow out, waiting for him to open his mouth like he's been ordered to. ]
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He tries for a happy medium, reaching down, pulling his head up with the hand in his hair. One big hand slides around his throat, squeezing in, fisting tightly against the long line of his throat. It's fucked - he's so messed up, thinking it looks good there, but it does. He squeezes until he's sure it's too much, waiting Rumlow out, waiting for him to open his mouth like he's been ordered to. ]