There was something different- maybe something even better with what they were doing, with how they were going about this. James, with those bright eyes and playful smirk- it felt real. Maybe too real. Rumlow knows he should be glad for the reminder.

At least James is still animated in this way too, struggling and squirming, gasping and moaning. Maybe this is better for them after all. It's order and pain. It's a good baseline for this shitty experiment.

"I asked you-" He punctuates with another rough pull of hair, fingers still sliding in and out of him. "If this is what you wanted."