[ The idea of Rumlow punching him and him biting down in return just doesn't appeal in any way, shape or form. Steve shifts a little bit to better accommodate the other man's leg, pressing in closer. The tone of everything shifted a bit - less brutal, angry, and more tentative on his part as he tries to figure out how to do this, how to make it good. ]
Don't test me, Rumlow.
[ He's not sure how much the threat is worth when he's still bending down, still curling a hand around the thickness of Rumlow's cock and sliding down, swallowing him like there's nothing else in the world he wants in his mouth more than this. (For the moment, it's true; there isn't any thing else that he wants.)
The taste and feel of him on his tongue is strange enough as it is, salty and heavy, and Steve blames the lack of gagging on years of being sick and having any manner of things jammed in his mouth to try and do tests and figure out how to fix him. He slides up with a slick noise and focuses his mouth on the tip for the moment, finding that easier, using his fist and the resulting slickness to jerk him off while his tongue drags over the wet head. ]
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Don't test me, Rumlow.
[ He's not sure how much the threat is worth when he's still bending down, still curling a hand around the thickness of Rumlow's cock and sliding down, swallowing him like there's nothing else in the world he wants in his mouth more than this. (For the moment, it's true; there isn't any thing else that he wants.)
The taste and feel of him on his tongue is strange enough as it is, salty and heavy, and Steve blames the lack of gagging on years of being sick and having any manner of things jammed in his mouth to try and do tests and figure out how to fix him. He slides up with a slick noise and focuses his mouth on the tip for the moment, finding that easier, using his fist and the resulting slickness to jerk him off while his tongue drags over the wet head. ]