After he'd shifted position the asset didn't move for a long time other than the little twitches of his hips that pressed his cock deep into Rumlow's ass, the little jerks and shudders that went through him as he came and came endlessly. Apart from that he let Rumlow writhe and tremble on him, let him shudder around his cock and milk spurts of seed over and over with the clenches of his overstimulated hole. His body bracketed Rumlow's on all sides against the floor, caging him, as the thrust of his fingers into his mouth turned what might have been words into garbled sounds and moans, and there was no doubt that he intended to keep the man right where he was until he was finished with him.

He licked the sweat from Rumlow's throat and nosed at his temple, squeezing his fingers absently around his jaw as Rumlow canted back his head and moaned around his fingers. His submissiveness was pleasing; in response the asset rolled his hips strongly against his ass, pushing his knot deeper into him, sliding obscenely through the wetness that coated his insides, the thick seed that would be dripping out of him by the time the asset was finished. "Shhh," the asset murmured in his ear, in his cracked and rusty, long-disused voice, encouraging his pliancy, his submission, this omega sweetness that came when the man was battered and exhausted and trembling, overwhelmed by helpless pleasure. "That's good. Be good for me."