James does what he can, loosens his lips just enough that Rumlow can hear each little grunt or groan or obscene slurping sound along his dick as his head bobs and he lets that insistent heat fuck his waiting mouth and the back of his throat.

Rumlow's rigid with desire in his mouth. Throbbing with it, pulse of blood apparent along the underside of his shaft as his tongue presses and caresses against it. James doesn't smile when he's told he's good, that Rumlow's in a good enough mood that he's letting him do this. It's a second chance, really - one he doesn't intend to waste. With his skin and lashes sticky with his precum, James continues to suck the other man off, tilting his head as he dips down to take as much as he can - all he can - and a moan vibrates along Rumlow from all angles.

His hand adjusts itself from where he'd been gripping against Rumlow's side, thumb fitted in the V of his waist. Head still dutifully bumping, jaw aching, James slides his hand up Rumlow's shirt to massage against the firm muscle of his stomach, the curve of his chest to palm at his nipple, gently tweaking and rolling the bud between finger and thumb