The asset twisted his fingers brutally as a snarling, animal sound rose in his throat and his teeth snapped threateningly just above the nape of Rumlow's neck. There was no order now, not when alpha instincts clouded his programmed obedience and the knowledge of a mate underneath him, his to possess and ripe for the taking, was the objective that every cell in his body screamed to fulfill. That snap of his teeth spoke for him, saying you don't command me, saying if I don't bite it's because I don't choose to. Rumlow could struggle and thrash all he wanted, could strike and beat at him with his free hand, snarl any curse or insult that came to mind, but he would not order his alpha. He was an omega; he was the asset's omega. The asset's fingers tightened around his wrist until the bones flexed, warning him.
Then he pulled his fingers out of his hole while Rumlow was still angling his hips up and shoving himself back onto them, submitting to the pleasure of being opened; he pulled his cock out of the front of his fatigues, erect and dripping his own alpha slickness, smeared against Rumlow's hole as he nestled his cock between his cheeks and rubbed it back and forth. He dragged Rumlow's hips up against him, using his body for pleasure. The sight of Rumlow on hands and knees brought a satisfied growl from his throat: this was how it should be.
His fingers prised Rumlow's cheeks apart, digging into his flesh with bruising force as the head of his cock caught at his hole, darkly flushed and so thick as to look utterly obscene, and then it was disappearing inside of him, stretching the slick rim of his hole wider and wider. The soldier leaned his weight mercilessly into Rumlow, bending forward to grab at his shoulder with his metal hand while his right hand stayed at his hip. The asset was fucking him even before he'd gained complete entry, his cock plunging deeper, opening him wider with each brutal stroke, as alpha instinct took over completely and he held Rumlow snared between his hands and plundered his sweet, slick omega hole, perfectly made to take his cock.
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Then he pulled his fingers out of his hole while Rumlow was still angling his hips up and shoving himself back onto them, submitting to the pleasure of being opened; he pulled his cock out of the front of his fatigues, erect and dripping his own alpha slickness, smeared against Rumlow's hole as he nestled his cock between his cheeks and rubbed it back and forth. He dragged Rumlow's hips up against him, using his body for pleasure. The sight of Rumlow on hands and knees brought a satisfied growl from his throat: this was how it should be.
His fingers prised Rumlow's cheeks apart, digging into his flesh with bruising force as the head of his cock caught at his hole, darkly flushed and so thick as to look utterly obscene, and then it was disappearing inside of him, stretching the slick rim of his hole wider and wider. The soldier leaned his weight mercilessly into Rumlow, bending forward to grab at his shoulder with his metal hand while his right hand stayed at his hip. The asset was fucking him even before he'd gained complete entry, his cock plunging deeper, opening him wider with each brutal stroke, as alpha instinct took over completely and he held Rumlow snared between his hands and plundered his sweet, slick omega hole, perfectly made to take his cock.