Now this is something completely different from earlier in that sanitation cell, metal hand forced around the Soldier's cock to painfully jerk himself off. The Soldier is more controlled here, and yet- seems to have almost a life of its own. It's an interesting thing to watch, and Rumlow is eager for it.

The Soldier's hand replaces his own, and so he moves his hands to his own pants instead, undoing them and letting them hang open as he watches the other man get himself hard, just the same as any other flesh and blood man would. Maybe- he thinks to himself- this is better. There's a sense of autonomy here, even when there really isn't any, but Rumlow can easily pretend that part away. It's just him and his Soldier the way he wants, this lips parted and panting for him. In anticipation. Thats the part that gets to Rumlow the most.

The Soldier is anticipating getting closer to him. Getting filled.

Rumlow lets out a low groan, pulling his cock out giving his hardening shaft a few good strokes. When the Soldier rocks toward him, Rumlow makes sure the other man's hand drags along his cock instead, knowing how much he wants it. How much he seems to be craving it.

He leans forward and bites at the Soldier's lower lip, giving it a good tug before he lets go. "You ask so nicely with this dirty mouth of yours. How can I deny you what you want? Undress me, then get on the bed, on all fours." He wants the Soldier to keep talking. To keep telling him what he wants to hear.

He wants to see if the Soldier will keep it up without another command.