His nipples have peaked into taut nubs under the lingering pass of each finger, a warm flush spreading down the Soldier's neck as he sucks in a gulp for air; Steve's scent swirls thick and heady like a drug, and his legs fall open for him in reply.
Roger's mouth leaves a hot trail down his throat, down to the his collarbones; it's like he's branding him, and oh that has him arching his neck up into his touch, unconsciously offering, even though there's that instinct at the back of his mind that flinches at the thought of making himself so damn vulnerable. Even though he is stronger than people, even he won't survive if someone where to tear his throat out. But Rogers doesn't do that, he's painting a path everywhere he can with lips and tongue and sucking; there's no stopping the desperate whine wheezing up his throat, no more than he can stop the way his cock drools precum into Steve's hand and onto his cock as he bucks up hard. The asset is so distracted with the fire coursing through every vein and nerve that it takes him a moment to realize Rogers is murmuring words - promises- along his skin.
I've got you. I've got you
No one has ever reassured him and meant it. The last he can remember is Pierce, and that wasn't like this; something in him knows Rogers means every word. And that maybe it isn't just about keeping a very good weapon at hand and in good working condition, though he thinks he means that to. That if someone were to try and interrupt them, Rogers might tear them apart - or the asset will, because Rogers may just drive them off. No one interferes.
The asset remembers - barely- to let his grip up before he cracks bone, but it's to curl upwards into the grip that's just shy of hurting. It's fast, it's so good, it's dragging these low, feral moans as this pressure builds and builds, Rogers wants him to leg go, the asset should trust him, so he will- he's--
He snaps upwards, teeth bared in a hitched snarl as he starts to spurt into his fingers and along his cock, oh yes, oh thank you, thank you. He's not even done coming before he's surging upwards as much as he can to latch his lips onto the side of Roger's neck, sucking and biting.
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Roger's mouth leaves a hot trail down his throat, down to the his collarbones; it's like he's branding him, and oh that has him arching his neck up into his touch, unconsciously offering, even though there's that instinct at the back of his mind that flinches at the thought of making himself so damn vulnerable. Even though he is stronger than people, even he won't survive if someone where to tear his throat out. But Rogers doesn't do that, he's painting a path everywhere he can with lips and tongue and sucking; there's no stopping the desperate whine wheezing up his throat, no more than he can stop the way his cock drools precum into Steve's hand and onto his cock as he bucks up hard. The asset is so distracted with the fire coursing through every vein and nerve that it takes him a moment to realize Rogers is murmuring words - promises- along his skin.
I've got you. I've got you
No one has ever reassured him and meant it. The last he can remember is Pierce, and that wasn't like this; something in him knows Rogers means every word. And that maybe it isn't just about keeping a very good weapon at hand and in good working condition, though he thinks he means that to. That if someone were to try and interrupt them, Rogers might tear them apart - or the asset will, because Rogers may just drive them off. No one interferes.
The asset remembers - barely- to let his grip up before he cracks bone, but it's to curl upwards into the grip that's just shy of hurting. It's fast, it's so good, it's dragging these low, feral moans as this pressure builds and builds, Rogers wants him to leg go, the asset should trust him, so he will- he's--
He snaps upwards, teeth bared in a hitched snarl as he starts to spurt into his fingers and along his cock, oh yes, oh thank you, thank you. He's not even done coming before he's surging upwards as much as he can to latch his lips onto the side of Roger's neck, sucking and biting.