When James pulls off of his cock, just to look up at him with a frown, Rumlow lets out a dissatisfied sound. He's not really sure why that mouth isn't on him, continuing to suck so goddamn expertly, but James fills in the blanks a moment later.

He's definitely making it weird.

Rumlow narrows his eyes, feeling heat crawl up his neck. Is this James calling him out? Telling him he's enjoying this too much in a different kind of way? Is this what this manufactured fucking version of a man is gonna do to him now?

"That's what you want, huh?" It makes him angry. He isn't going to be embarrassed- he wont let it get there, but he's also not gonna have his goddamn Soldier tell him that the isn't going to be rough enough. "You ever think I wanted to try something different? Something new?"

That's fine. He can give his Soldier exactly what he wants. The hold in James' hair tightens, yanking his head away from his cock. This isn't what he was going for. It isn't what he wanted at all. James can't seem to get enough though, can he. "Alright, let's see how hard you can take it."

He drags James to stand by his hair, then turns him around and bends him over the sink with one hand, yanking his sweats down with the other. Spitting onto his fingers, he drags them along the other man's ass, before shoving them in his hole. "Hard like usual. This is what you want? Fucking tell me."