Rumlow groans, a content feeling pooling in his stomach as his soldier cleans him up. That tongue is just as warm, just as thorough now as it's always been- and yet there's something just slightly different here too. The need to please isn't just this blank thing. There's a hint of reverence in those dazed blue eyes.

His Soldier can take as long as he wants, Rumlow is fully satisfied, watching him lap up every last bit of sticky cum. There are moments when it's almost too much, the soldier suckling at him, but he knows how to make his handler feel good and he doesn't need to stop.

"Such a good boy..." Rumlow smile as the Soldier's head falls back against the pillow. Those half lidded blue eyes look at him, and Rumlow can't even push the thought away. His Soldier is beautiful, perfect. No one is as lucky as he is.

"Who do you belong to, Soldier?"