[ That's what he wanted. Maybe not direct violence, but the threat of it, that was enough to get him moving. Steve doesn't particularly like the idea of it (except for all the parts of him that do, but he can't even begin to wrap his mind around that, not right now.
He's hyper aware of the fact that Rumlow'd need air when doing this, but he's careful not to give him much leeway. They're not doing this to be kind, there's nothing kind about this. Maybe he'd pictured something like this going the other way, a little less vicious, a little less punishing, but after what Rumlow'd done, well. There weren't many ways around it.
Steve slides his hand from Rumlow's hair and grips the back of his head, hand fanning out, pushing him down until he's as far as he can go; his own breathing goes soft and shaky, hips pulsing up a little impatiently at the sensation, trying to fuck up into his mouth despite the knowledge that he needs to wait. ]
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He's hyper aware of the fact that Rumlow'd need air when doing this, but he's careful not to give him much leeway. They're not doing this to be kind, there's nothing kind about this. Maybe he'd pictured something like this going the other way, a little less vicious, a little less punishing, but after what Rumlow'd done, well. There weren't many ways around it.
Steve slides his hand from Rumlow's hair and grips the back of his head, hand fanning out, pushing him down until he's as far as he can go; his own breathing goes soft and shaky, hips pulsing up a little impatiently at the sensation, trying to fuck up into his mouth despite the knowledge that he needs to wait. ]