[ Far be it from him to resist the order; he wants to, but between the press of Rumlow's rough hand on his cock and the feel of him filling him up, Steve groans in response, grinds himself down. He's not sure how the process works; when the memories start shifting, but there's a scratch at the back of his head, something flickering behind his eyelids when he closes his eyes. He doesn't want that, though; it's not fair that this is what it comes to, that he can't just enjoy this, that he has to be spilled open, that Rumlow gets to see everything after what he did.
Steve grits his teeth against a groan, bouncing a little harder, grinding at the end of each slide down, fucking up into his hand when he rises up. ] Tighter-- [ Steve shivers out another little noise, dropping a hand down to grip Rumlow's wrist, to try and get him to jerk him a little harder. ]
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Steve grits his teeth against a groan, bouncing a little harder, grinding at the end of each slide down, fucking up into his hand when he rises up. ] Tighter-- [ Steve shivers out another little noise, dropping a hand down to grip Rumlow's wrist, to try and get him to jerk him a little harder. ]