Rumlow's hole dragged and clenched at him as though to pull him deeper, the rut at once endless and approaching its peak with an almost shocking swiftness. The asset didn't know that it had been years since the last time he'd smelled this sweetness or tasted the pleasure of being buried in his mate's twitching hole, didn't know that the bruises of the last mating faded nearly a decade ago and that Rumlow has been medically suppressing his agony every time the soldier was frozen to await the next mission. He knew only that Rumlow was where he belonged, on his knees with the asset's cock shoving into him over and over, that his pleasure in taking his mate was the rich reward that was any alpha's privilege. How good it was to be obeyed, to be submitted to.
His hand on the nape of Rumlow's neck flexed and forced him down so that even his cheek would scrape against the concrete floor with the last ruthless, brutal thrusts that heralded the swift swelling of his knot. The asset allowed him no purchase, nothing to grasp or scrabble against but the cold concrete floor, the rubble and dust he had already broken his fingers on. His knot swelled and swelled, forcing Rumlow's walls to stretch around it. The asset withdrew mercilessly, stretching the rim of Rumlow's hole to what must have been nearly unbearable wideness, and fucked back into him--did it again and again in smooth deep strokes of his cock until the knot was simply too big to work free again, until they were irrevocably locked together.
Then his cock was jerking deep inside of Rumlow as the asset began to come, slamming his hips forward once last time into him as a snarl of pleasure left his throat. He sank down over him, forcing him to the floor, holding his face down for a few more moments until at last he let go and slid his metal fingers into Rumlow's mouth again. Soft growls and sounds worked from his throat as familiar tremors of pleasure worked through and through his body. With each shudder came a jerk and twitch of his hips against Rumlow's ass and a thick spill of hot alpha come deep inside him.
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His hand on the nape of Rumlow's neck flexed and forced him down so that even his cheek would scrape against the concrete floor with the last ruthless, brutal thrusts that heralded the swift swelling of his knot. The asset allowed him no purchase, nothing to grasp or scrabble against but the cold concrete floor, the rubble and dust he had already broken his fingers on. His knot swelled and swelled, forcing Rumlow's walls to stretch around it. The asset withdrew mercilessly, stretching the rim of Rumlow's hole to what must have been nearly unbearable wideness, and fucked back into him--did it again and again in smooth deep strokes of his cock until the knot was simply too big to work free again, until they were irrevocably locked together.
Then his cock was jerking deep inside of Rumlow as the asset began to come, slamming his hips forward once last time into him as a snarl of pleasure left his throat. He sank down over him, forcing him to the floor, holding his face down for a few more moments until at last he let go and slid his metal fingers into Rumlow's mouth again. Soft growls and sounds worked from his throat as familiar tremors of pleasure worked through and through his body. With each shudder came a jerk and twitch of his hips against Rumlow's ass and a thick spill of hot alpha come deep inside him.