Your love for me is poison

[baitings]

TABOO meme

Most societies have certain mores that are unspoken rules; humanity itself even has such conventions, grilled subconsciously into our minds for our own safety. Don't go out alone at night. Avoid getting wet when it's cold. Don't pick fights with those stronger than you...okay, some of us missed the boat on the last one, but the point still stands. Society's rules tend to be more variable, though they apply to most aspects of life - including sex. In fact, bending the rules on what's considered acceptable in romance and sexual encounters can lead to anything from ostracization to death, depending on the time and culture. So, play it close to the chest if you're going to do a big, big, big t a b o o. Is it worth the risk? How to Play - Comment with your character and preferences. Be sure to include what you want and what you DON'T WANT. Blank comments are fine; info is even better! - Reply to others. - Be fun and respect others, as this will deal with some heavy topics and potentially triggering material s. Prompts A G E ( DIFFERENCE ) - light of my life, fire of my loins. you're supposed to stick to those your own age, but you can't resist. I N C E S T - you're of the same blood, yet something draws you together. you'll keep your secret thicker than water. C H E A T I N G - when you were young, they should have taught you to not take things that belong to other people. I N ( PUBLIC ) - to involve unsuspecting others in your sex is insidious, but you can't resist it. S U P E R F L U O U S - some conservative societies view sex outside procreational purposes as taboo. that means anal, oral, and toys are all no-go. F I X A T I O N - you're nearly obsessed with one part of your partner - breasts, ass, lips...whatever the case may be, you always focus on that. D E V I A N C Y ( IN SUBURBIA ) - there are some things that should be sacred. the home should be one of those. should. S I Z E - pick on someone your own size. couples with large size difference, be it height or weight, can be looked down upon; don't let that get you down. P H O B I A - unfortunately, in some societies, being with someone of the same gender is a taboo, no matter how much progress the modern world has made. F E T I S H - some just can't get off without their fetish, and the varieties run the gamut: feet, crossdressing, autoerotic asphyxiation, foodplay, bondage...it goes on and on. U N E X P E C T E D ( DOMINATION/SUBMISSION ) - the masculine must be dominant. the feminine must be submissive. what if you're dominant in life, though, and just want to be submissive in the bedroom. V I O L E N T - more than mere lover's spats, what goes on between you two is dangerous. if people knew, they'd be horrified. still, you can't stop. F O R B I D D E N ( LOVE ) - your relationship may be taboo, but there's genuine love in your copulation. this isn't merely a thrill. L O O S E - monogamy isn't what you're after. no matter how looked down upon it is, you're going to have fun while you can. S T U D E N T / T E A C H E R - what goes on between the sheets is not an appropriate subject matter to teach. there's so much to lose; is it a smart game to play? A U T H O R I T Y - perhaps they're the boss, the president, the king, but you, you're a lowly peon. are they using their powers over you or is this something you both want? I N T E R S P E C I E S - kind finds kind, and don't you be a traitor by being with one of them. B E S T I A L I T Y - one of the most primal taboos. will you go into that moral wilderness? S O C I A L ( CLASS ) - the rich. the poor. it's like they're in two different worlds. what will the uppercrust say if they saw their golden child with a tramp? C E L I B A C Y - you are supposed to keep your chastity, but things are never that easy. S T O C K H O L M - prisoners should never fall for their guards. D U T I E S - whether it be saving the world or being the world's best bodyguard, your sworn quest and purpose keeps you from enjoying the sins of the flesh - especially with your charges. I N N O C E N C E - one of you is much more worldly, and to ruin the "innocence" of the other feels unclean. F E R T I L E - you aren't supposed to find mothers or fathers sexually alluring. however, there's something so enticing about fertility...perhaps even pregnancy. C O R R U P T I O N - society expects you to treat your partner well, not try to destroy them through sexual degradation. N O N C O N S E N S U A L - consent is rightfully important to a healthy sexual relationship. to break that trust is taboo.

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[missionreport]

He has no idea how long it's been since he sat down on the bed.

Sitting staring forward at the window and past, out into nothing, James doesn't come back to life until he registers the sound of his handler's specific footsteps coming to a stop. The sound of Rumlow's quiet breathing, the rustle of his clothes when he rests his shoulder against the doorframe: together they trigger something in the Soldier's programming, unlock something lodged into his mind so that he revives and gives himself a little shake, blinks, and the shadows outside suddenly jump so that they're now at an angle and there's the soft golden glow of the afternoon sun slowly sinking in the sky.

Shifting on the bed, he almost doesn't want to turn to face Rumlow. Maybe he'd like to just...he doesn't know, stay sitting here watching the sunset once it arrives and the sky blooms with rosy pinks and deepening purples and he wouldn't have to think about whatever the hell just happened in the kitchen. About how he treated Rumlow - his friend, his host, his caretaker. But there's still that tug, that need to attend to his handler, and after a few seconds, James loses the fight to keep avoiding eye contact.

He turns on the bed, twisting at the hip so he can glance over his shoulder. Rumlow's leaning up against the door with his arms folded, staring at him with this look he can't identify. Can't tell if he's neutral or pissed or maybe he's already over it and moved on because he's better at compartmentalizing.

Unsure which it is, James swallows softly. "Hey." He almost leaves it at that but then, because he has to know: "We good?"

[orderandpain]

James is looking out the window, and Rumlow wonders what it is he sees. He knows the Soldier is active now- he can already see the slight shift as soon as he leans against the doorframe. James has thoughts now though, doesn't he? The Soldier never really has, and maybe that's a part of what's setting this off kilter. Rumlow wonders just what in the hell he's thinking about.

It almost takes a little too long for James to look at him, but Rumlow doesn't care.

"Yeah, we're good." It doesn't need to be anything more than that. Shit happened, now it's over. They're sure as hell not going to talk about it. "I was thinkin' about ordering some food. What do you want?"

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They're good. Tension floods out of him, his shoulders relaxing as relief hits him in a dizzying wave.

Rumlow's too good for him, he thinks. "Pizza. Or Chinese," James says, unaware he's only copying what he heard the techs talking about over his head when he was sitting restrained and drooling in the suppression chair just a few hours ago, and they were preparing to reprogram him for this deep cover assignment. "Whatever's good around here."

Look, he's not picky and he just hopes they can eat together instead of staying apart. Whatever Rumlow ends up ordering, he's sure it'll be fine - better than the hospital food and there won't be anything questionable like the carrot cake, and anyway, Rumlow probably knows the area better than he does.

With that in mind James gets to his feet, pushing himself off the mattress and casting one last look out the window at the afternoon outside, the glints of distant cars traveling along the road winding along the foothills, before he faces Rumlow, telling himself he's just checking to make sure he's really good and unaware he's sizing up his handler, waiting for new orders.

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"Yeah, alright. I could go for either of those." The fridge is well stocked, but Rumlow doesn't feel like dealing with that shit tonight. He doesn't really want to go back into that kitchen- but mostly, he tells himself, he'd simply rather deal with fast food. Maybe he'll get pizza and Chinese, and James will just have to fucking control himself and not make himself sick by eating too much.

Or Rumlow will have to control him. That sits easier.

James gets up to stand in front of him, and Rumlow sighs, tilting his as he looks at him. He doesn't have an order for every part of the day. They're just supposed to function here like two regular guys. Maybe that's an order he has to give.

James is looking at him so expectantly, he figures he might as well say it all while he's got a chance. "We're stayin' here for a little while, so- you might as well settle in. Make yourself at home and all. Feel free to just... be around. But don't you to ever try and pull that shit with me again, you got it? I do something cause I wanna do it. Not cause I feel bad, not cause'a some pity party. It's what I want. So if I wanna caress my hand through your hair like you're my goddamn girlfriend, then that's how it's gonna be. And if I wanna choke you with my dick till you're drooling on the floor, that's also how it's gonna be. Understood?"

There's no anger in it, no annoyance. Just a handler reminding his pet who he is.

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It's the exact kind of open-ended order that HYDRA wants to see tested. How far can the Soldier take it without glitching, without getting confused or unable to comply? How long can this prototype last with Rumlow quality testing the boundaries?

James listens, as always, and he'll comply, as always, to the new ground rules. Settle in. Be around (the house/Rumlow - then revert back to standby whenever he's no longer near either). As Rumlow speaks James stands there absorbing it all in, his face almost back to its usual blankness except for the awareness in those blue eyes currently fixed on his handler's face, hungrily searching for hints of approval. He seems to get it when Rumlow finishes up with a colorful description of how things will be in his house, lurid enough that he almost starts blushing because now he's picturing himself on the floor, drool edging down the corners of his mouth with Rumlow towering over him.

He's already nodding, a silent, big yes to all of the above. It'll always be a yes with James, because he's physically and mentally incapable of ever saying no to a handler.

"Understood, boss," James even mimics crossing his heart, fighting off the urge to grin in relief. "Sounds plenty fair to me. Do we have time for that last one before dinner arrives or should we put a pin in it for later?"

Okay, so now he's already failing at playing it cool because a tentative smile's already snuck onto his face. If Rumlow's still talking about touching him - whether it's romantic like caressing him or more of what he expects, the whole stuffing him with his cock until he's dazed and confused - then things really are cool between them and he can breathe easy. If doing what he says is all he's asking in return for crashing here, eating up his time and resources and stressing him out, then it seems like Rumlow's practically giving him a freebie.

James vows to be the best house guest ever to suck this man's dick.

[orderandpain]

James is fully attentive, all bright eyes and bushy tailed again. Rumlow tries not think about it, but he's relieved as well. He's got this.

The suggestion of still sucking him off after all that- so goddamn eagerly- it makes Rumlow huff out a soft, surprised laugh. He's not sure why he's surprised, but it's nice that he gets to be. "We've got time. I haven't even called yet."

Rumlow pulls out his phone and leans back against the door frame, but before James can get down on his knees, he reaches out to run his finger's through the other man's hair. "C'mere."

He wants to see just how thoroughly his message is getting through, but also to see if James will still kiss him on his own like before.

[missionreport]

It's easy to come closer, close enough that Rumlow teases his fingers through hisdark hair and instead of grabbing like earlier, he just strokes, gentle, steadying. Tilting his head into that touch, James's eyes flick across the other man's face as if he needs to commit his features to memory more than he already has. Rumlow's brown eyes, piercing and yet there's a lightness to them - maybe what happened in the kitchen had bothered him too, maybe more than he thought. The man's a hardass but he's not soulless.

Touched, James reaches up, fingers circling around Rumlow's wrist before he can call just yet. Leaning down slightly, not quite pinning the older man to the doorway, he presses his lips against Rumlow's, the kiss soft but hungry and seeking something only he can provide. His tongue teases against his mouth, hints of wet warmth almost seeming to request access if only Rumlow's lips would part for him.

Rumlow has a nice cock. More than nice - a great cock. But maybe James likes kissing him like this too because it's pretty damn neat if you ask him and he's eager to show him that it wasn't a mistake inviting him into his home, into his life. The thought of how grateful he is to have this man edges out a needy moan washing against Rumlow's mouth.

[orderandpain]

Maybe what happened in the kitchen bothered him too, but he isn't gonna think about it. That's a different time and place- compartmentalization is key. He hasn't gotten this far by getting stuck on things.

...It's what he tells himself anyway, even if his gaze is stuck on the man in front of him.

The kiss is exactly what he wants it to be. It's slow, but hungry and desperate for more. Rumlow obliges, parting his lips to let him in, leaning in a little more to press into that kiss possessively. His phone slides back in his pocket so he can put his hand on James, cupping his ass for a moment, then dragging up to the small of his back, under his shirt, just holding him there.

That moan is enough to get his cock stirring again, and like a redo of earlier, he rocks his hips slowly against James, rather liking the fact that he's the one who is nearly pinned, but always the one in control.

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It's a relief to be able to return to Rumlow like this. To be able to kiss him. To feel his hands accept him by caressing his ass and back, palm warm and steadying and there. He presses close, the hem of his shirt riding up with Rumlow's hand to expose a small glimpse of his skin.

His own hand slips down Rumlow's hand, following his forearm and elbow and gliding up along the firmness of his shoulder so he can cradle the back of the other man's head, fingers rubbing against the short crop of his hair where he'd used a razor. He explores his mouth with the heat of his tongue, leisurely, with a new appreciation for what he could've lost if Rumlow hadn't been chill enough to let today's fight(?) go. Gratefulness wells in James, makes him deepen the kiss.

Or maybe that's Rumlow's groin rubbing against his, the press of his bulge through his pants beyond tempting.

His hips roll back into Rumlow's heat, his breath hitching as he breaks the kiss and nips softly at the corner of the other man's mouth. "Thanks," James whispers huskily and means it, his tongue gliding to trace Rumlow's lips. "For always being there for me."

[orderandpain]

It's strange what a relief this is for Rumlow too- but he's in it now, he isn't going to think about it too hard, and just let the heat of this encounter push him forward. It's the same man he's kissed countless times. Programmed to do just the same as he's always done- its what he should be thinking, but he pushes that thought aside as well.

It's easy to do both those things when James rolls his hips back, pulling a moan from him that gets swallowed up into their kiss. James is so eager, so compliant, but follows his own path to get there. How the hell is he not supposed to be into that?

And then without any kind of order at all, James thanks him- just like Rumlow had told him to do more times than he can remember. It's there on his lips, how grateful he is that Rumlow is giving him this.

Rumlow wants to claim him again. Not just the Soldier, but James.

"I always will be," Rumlow rasps out, leaning in to nip at James's lower lip before sucking it into his mouth, "You're mine. Now get down on your knees and thank me properly."

[missionreport]

After what happened in the kitchen James can't get to his knees fast enough.

Flashing a smile giddy with relief at Rumlow, he sneaks one last kiss - more of a soft peck, really - and then he'll lower himself in front of Rumlow where he's still pressed up against the doorframe, the older man's dark eyes fixed on him with a familiar want that has James blushing a little as if it's his first time in this position.

Palming along his hardening bulge, massaging his fingers against the curl of his shaft hinted by the fabric of his straining pants, James carefully undoes his fly. Not easy one-handed. That's where he gets creative, leaning forward to delicately catch the metal of the zipper's pull tab between his teeth and edge it down by lowering his head, his other hand holding Rumlow's waist pinned against the door. This time he won't fuck it up. He'll give Rumlow the blowjob he deserves, the one he absolutely needs after today's bullshit, and he'll keep his mouth shut instead of airing out any doubts like dirty laundry.

Fondling Rumlow free of his underwear, carefully helping him so his shaft and balls hang out over the fabric edged down, James dives back into worshipping his cock now that he's on his knees where he belongs. Lips kiss along the shaft, alternating between dragging his tongue against its pulsing heat so he can trace it from head to base, curling a wet trail around his groin.

[orderandpain]

That's more like it. Rumlow lets James steal one more kiss before he gets down on his knees, right where he belongs. The blush is fucking ridiculous, but it does something for him, he can't deny it. Rumlow smirks, watching with heavy lidded eyes. He already know this is gonna be good. James has a lot to make up for.

"Mmm... yeah," Rumlow breathes out as James tugs his zipper down with his teeth. It's different, and he likes it, just as he told the other just earlier.

When his cock and balls are free of his underwear, he rests back against the wall a little more lazily, letting his hips just out, closer to James' face. He slides a hand through his hair, fingers curling to hold on- not a caress, but not a tug either. Just laying in wait as James' mouth teases more hardness into him.

What a mouth it is, kissing and licking at him so expertly. Rumlow lets out another satisfied moan. "That's right, sweetheart. You know what I like."

[missionreport]

As if he needed even more proof that things are cool between them, Rumlow calls him by that pet name of his again.

James tries to repay him by making he licks all of his waiting cock and balls his mouth parted, his tongue out as he lathes glistening trails along the other man's sensitive skin, feeling the pulse of his growing erection under the slick muscle. When it weeps, he makes sure to let its slit rub against his face and against his closed eyelashes, as if to reapply the pre that Rumlow had painted just a few hours ago on him like he was marking him as his property.

Sweeping his tongue along the throbbing underside of his erection, James opens his lips wider once he reaches his head to curl his tongue around his shaft and coax it into his waiting mouth. He starts slow. Gradually accepting more and more of his girth until he's finally got his lips wrapped around his base, holding the position, feeling his gag reflex wanting to resurface and fighting it off. Rumlow's hand against the back of his head is a comforting weight, a reminder that he still wants him, still wants to touch him.

Waiting to see if Rumlow will caress or pull his hair or maybe he just wants to remind him he could, James begins to slowly pump his head, his tongue wrapping around the heat of the shaft stuffed in his mouth, eyes half-shut with lust until there's only a glimmer of pale blue through his dark lashes.

[orderandpain]

Rumlow watches James like nothing else exists. It's not romantic in any kind of way, though. It's sharp, dark, all encompassing in its possessiveness.

His cock throbs as James licks at him, pressing his tongue against all the sensitive spots, knowing exactly where they are and what gets Rumlow going. There's something to be said for being with a lover consistently, though that's far from what this really is, even if only he knows it. Nothing wrong with pretending though, is there.

Not hard to do so when James marks himself for Rumlow, precum swiped across his face in a way that tells him James wants to belong to him just as much.

He lets out an appreciative sound, fingers tightening their hold in James' hair as his mouth closes around him, and he watches his cock slowly disappear between those swollen, pink lips. Without any prompting at all, James fills his mouth up completely, and Rumlow rocks his hips forward to get himself a little bit deeper, holding his head there to see if he'll gag on it.

"Good boy," Rumlow murmurs, letting up, but his fingers stay tight in his hair as James starts to suck so expertly, and he can feel the last bit of tension leaving him as he keeps at it. "That's right, suck me down all the way. Don't forget to make those pretty little sounds I like to hear."

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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

[orderandpain]

Rumlow can feel his arousal building like a slow fire inside of him, James's sounds igniting every spark. The groans vibrate against his cock as it hits the back of the other's throat, pulling a low moan from him as well.

It's the pinch of his nipple that gets Rumlow's head to fall back against the door frame, all these smaller decisions to touch him, to make him feel good, they all come from James' head. It feels like that different kind of thing he was trying to capture earlier. James wants this, needs it, needs him.

That tongue works diligently to hit every sensitive spot, and Rumlow decides he should be rewarded for that. For all of this, really. His fingers curl tightly in James's hair now, and when Rumlow's cock hits the back of his throat, he thrusts in a little deeper, then holds his head there, wanting him to choke on his cock. He did promise tears, didn't he? This kinds, he doesn't mind.

This is Rumlow telling James that he knows he surely won't break. "Oh yeah, there you go. God, you're so fucking good at taking it all in."

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Even knowing he'll probably get choked it still catches James by surprise. Maybe that's part of the pleasure, when pain and the beginnings of panic take over and as he gags and coughs on the sheer amount of cock stuffed in his mouth, he knows instinctively that Rumlow really doesn't want to hurt him. Truth is, he cares. Cares so much for him, in fact, that he wants to test his limits like this over and over again to help him improve, to be better.

So he doesn't try to pull away even as he chokes and his tongue ripples and surges desperately against Rumlow filling him and his nose gets crushed against his groin with enough force that he can't suck in much air. His moans take on a different tone, a desperately pathetic hitch of what little breath he can get.

But Rumlow's right: he's good and he doesn't break. He can take it, because he can always take it, again and again and again, for however long Rumlow wants.

James can't stop the wet heat brimming against his sticky lashes, though. It's involuntary, coaxed out as he gurgles for air and for relief from his jaw stretched to the point where pain radiates out in dizzying waves. A few tears edge past to slide in shining trails down his cheeks and along the edge of his jaw even as he obediently holds the position, doesn't try to jerk his head away or tighten his hand against Rumlow's chest, underneath the rough cotton of his black shirt, where he's still rolling his hardening nipple between his hand. If he pinches a little harder than before, sends a jolt into his chest, well, maybe that's something they need to work on the next time he's struggling for air.

[orderandpain]

Rumlow knows he's a bad person- even if he believes HYDRA is not a bad organization. He believes in the cause and their mission- a new world order he can get behind. That's not the thing that makes him a bad person. The Soldier is. His lack of guilt is. The fact that he sees those tears shining in James's eyes as he chokes and gags on his length, and his cock pulses hard in the other man's mouth.

With James, he's starting to realize, it's both so much harder- and yet easier in this way. There are more emotions, more reactions- that makes it difficult to navigate. But then there's also this willingness that James possesses- his need and want to prove himself, to show how much he wants his handler, how good he is. And god, is he fucking good.

Rumlow moans when James pinches his nipple harder, but does nothing else to free himself from the force of his cock being jammed down his throat.

When he finally lets up, Rumlow smirks somewhat proudly, pulling James's head off of his cock completely, letting it bounce against his face as the other man catches his breath. "Goddamn gorgeous," he remarks, and when he feels like enough air has been sucked back into James's lungs, he thrusts his cock back into his mouth and picks up a steady pace, fucking his face slowly, nice and deep. "This is how you like it, huh. I know you do, sweetheart."

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Rumlow doesn't choke him with his cock to the point where he'd been seeing the pinprick of stars or his vision began tunneling with gray static. Still, it doesn't stop James from sucking in a wet and needy gasp as soon as Rumlow suddenly gives an insistent pull of his hair and bodily drags him free of his heat, his mouth hanging open as he wheezes and coughs and unconsciously licks his tender, swollen lips, dazed, blinking like he's just resurfaced from underwater.

It's not an uncommon occurrence, Rumlow choking the Winter Soldier with his cock. Testing him. Seeing if his breath capacity and his ability to keep still and compliant hasn't gone all rusty thanks to all the naps he gets in cold storage.

What's different is the spark of life behind those normally vacant blue eyes. As James gazes up at Rumlow, he's dizzy with both pain and pleasure, lust sparking. For a brief moment he almost flashes a smile when the heavy weight of his cock smacks him in the cheek with a faint thud, knowing that Rumlow likes the picture this paints: him on his knees, looking up with his engorged dick resting on his face. He gets gorgeous and sweetheart and it's probably the happiest the Winter Soldier's ever felt - regardless of his ruined memory - in decades.

Rumlow's just too good for him. Taking him in, giving him a home, always being there. He doesn't stop to think for a second that when Rumlow says he likes it, that he doesn't question it. Rumlow says he likes it, so he does. The guy knows best and it feels right to settle on his knees, facefucked good and proper. His cheeks hollow and fill with each leisurely, full thrust of Rumlow's cock as he thrusts in deep enough to bury himself to the hilt, withdrawal enough that James almost seems to be kissing his slicked head.

[orderandpain]

James looks dazed, saliva clinging to the edge of those red, swollen lips. Rumlow doesn't ever get anything more from that look- not from the Soldier. But James' eyes, even with how unfocused they are for a moment, are so bright blue. They're alive in a way that Rumlow desires. He wants it for himself. James will never look at anyone else like that. He'll never be down on anyone else's knees, worshiping. Rumlow will make sure of it- he's already well on his way.

It's a kindness, he tells himself, instead of ever dwelling on the kind of person he is. James is well taken care of.

Doesn't matter how deep he thrusts into James' throat, he takes it. It urges Rumlow to pick up the speed from something leisurely to a lot more rough. This is how he likes to finish himself off. His fingers curl tighter into long strands and his hips thrust forward harder, fast, moaning loudly as he truly facefucks this living, breathing version of his Soldier.

He moves his other hand through James' hair as well, pushing his hair back completely so he can watch tears and drool mixing on the other man's face as he pounds into that needy mouth. "Fuck...fuck!" He cries out as he comes with two more deep thrusts, buried deep and holding James' head there as he spills down his throat.

He doesn't let up until the pulsing stops, finally letting his fingers fall from James' head as he slumps back against the doorframe.

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It's something of Rumlow's calling card to leave the Winter Soldier a dripping mess once he's through with him.

The world narrows down to base sensations. His jaw wide as he can possibly open it; the demanding heat of Rumlow's thick shaft stuffing him to the brim as he grunts and drools, saliva slicking the cock brutally pistoning into him and shining along the corners of his abused mouth and down his chin. He's completely at Rumlow's mercy on his knees like this, dimly aware of the other man brushing his hair back from where it'd fallen into his face from the force of his thrusts jerking his head and with his imprinting digging tendrils into his ruined mind so this feels right, this feels so very natural.

He doesn't have to be ordered to swallow like usual.

James can't exactly make this look particularly sexy, but he can gulp as best he can around that cock spearing him, a mindless whine edging out and humming around Rumlow as his tongue presses up and he swallows and swallows. While James might not be as thorough as the Soldier, he makes up for it with sheer enthusiasm, a trickle of Rumlow's cum seeping from the corner of his mouth as he finally leans back with tender, rosy lips and and rests on the back of his heels to gaze up at the other man.

Rumlow looks spent, braced up against the doorway. Without thinking about it, James shifts his grip so he can steady him, figuring Rumlow's legs must feel wobbly and weak considering how hard he had to work.

"I think 'wow' is an understatement," James's voice has that tight, slightly strangled quality of someone who'd been truly facefucked. Once he's sure Rumlow won't pitch over, he reaches up idly rub at the little bit of his seed that had nearly slipped away at the corner of his mouth. His tongue curls out to lick the heel of his palm clean. "Am I right or am I right?"

[orderandpain]

His Soldier always looks best when he's a dripping mess, looking all dirty and fucked out. Rumlow's just never seen his eyes shine so bright with it.

James doesn't need to be so thorough- he looks better this way- cum, saliva, tears, all smeared under those gorgeous pink lips as he pulls off. Rumlow's lips are parted as well, panting softly, feeling well and truly spent, like James somehow managed to take all the edges off. Just from a goddamn blowjob. Rumlow likes how that hand is still on him too- steadying him, as if James actually gives a shit. In his head, he very much does. That's all Rumlow really needs right now.

Even the raspiness of his voice after being face fucked is a new thing. The Soldier doesn't ever say a word afterwards. James is being fucking cheeky, or whatever, and it puts a slow smirk on Rumlow's face. "You're goddamn right." He could get used to this. He really could. It's dangerous. But when has Rumlow ever shied away from dangerous?

"Glad I didn't jerk myself off earlier. It was worth the wait." He'll give that to James too.

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The way Rumlow says that, it isn't like he's making some kinda dig about the whole thing in the kitchen. The guy actually sounds glad, sounds legit impressed. While James isn't quite sure he'd agree that it was worth the whole awkwardness just a few hours ago (their first fight? Was it really a fight?), he's happy that Rumlow's happy - maybe happier than he can recall ever seeing him after a blowjob and he's sucked him off a lot, to the point where he can't even remember them all.

James has to make a concentrated effort not to smirk. "Hope you worked up an appetite for dinner then." He pauses and then screw it, he'll smirk anyway. "Real dinner. Not seeing if your new bed's rated to survive one of our fuck sessions."

But seriously, he's starving. James' stomach chooses to gurgle right then with an insistent grumble they both could hear. Funny enough, gulping down Rumlow's cum doesn't really count as an actual meal, no matter how much he tries to suck him off in the span of twenty-four hours and now that they're both relaxed and coming down off the high of a nice make-up session, the idea of real food suddenly has James planting his good hand on his thigh and levering himself to his feet.

Without asking, leaning in close enough that he can feel familiar sagging heat pressed up against his pants, he reaches into Rumlow's pocket and pulls out his phone. James' voice teases against the shell of the other man's ear. "How about you make that call now?"

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"Damn, real dinner? Guess I'll just have to fuck you for dessert." It just comes out of him so easily all of a sudden- this back and forth banter. His smirk even grows at the way James smirks at him, fingers brushing through damn strands of hair.

James stands with a stomach growl and Rumlow's pretty sure he's never heard anything like that before. Not from the Soldier. His arm instinctively goes around the other man when he leans close again, shivering just slightly when his hot breath tickles his ear so teasingly. Without even a word, James reaches into his pants pocket to retrieve his phone, and Rumlow isn't mad about it.

His fingers press into the small of James' back, while the other snags the phone from him. "You gonna let me, or are you gonna keep teasing?" There's no bite to his tone. Only amusement.

His gaze shifts momentarily to his phone so he can look up some pizza places around here. He finds one that also has burgers so he orders both. Why the fuck not. When else is James gonna get to eat like this? Once he's done ordering, he's feeling particularly.... generous.

With his phone slid back into his pocket, his hand is free to move to the front of James's sweats, palming at the heavy bulge still there. He's quick to shift their positions, moving forward to push James's back against the opposite door frame, sliding a knee up between his legs.

"Got a little time to kill before the food gets here if you need some help with this."

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Oh, they're really doing this?

Maybe it's a latent part of the Winter Soldier resurfacing - not enough to break through the deep cover of "James", but enough to remember that he's traditionally been used for fucking and not the other way around - but the idea Rumlow might help him with his growing hard-on has him going a little rigid against the doorway. James' breath hitches as that knee presses up against his balls, hot and tight, head tilting back as he gulps for air and his hand shoots up above his head so he can grab at the doorframe. He doesn't register it when his fingers dig into the wood there with audible cracks.

Cue his new deep cover programming rewriting the pathways burned into his brain to make sense of Rumlow's stimulation approach.

"Jesus, Rumlow," James says, voice a little shaky all of a sudden. "You're gonna spoil me rotten, you keep that up."

An instinctive part of him might remember he's not supposed to experience pleasure, because that's for actual people like Rumlow and not mere assets. Tools are to be used. But James is hiked up just high enough that he's lifted up onto his toes and unable to easily lever himself, his hips slowly writhing against Rumlow's knee, and he can't just swing himself off. His bulge is less of a bulge now and starting to get into tenting territory, cock hard against the fabric of his underwear and sweatpants and a few dots of precum already darkening the fabric as he gyrates slowly.

With Rumlow's hand on his dick, his balls wedged against his leg, and it's damn hard for James to come up with a rationalization why Rumlow shouldn't help get him off.