The Captain surely understands the lesson in compliance HYDRA teaches. Having it come from the Winter Soldier, though, is an entirely new beast and they both know it. Something in the other asset's blue eyes darkens as they widen and then narrow. Whatever that look is, the Winter Soldier decides he not only is somehow capable of liking it - liking something at all - and he also decides he likes seeing that loss of control. Likes it that for once the Captain isn't guaranteed a win in today's training. Or, at least, he'll have to actually work for it for a change.
He almost remembers how to smile, despite his lower lip aching from the bite.
Continuing to forcibly guide the other man down to his waiting cock, the Captain has no choice but to bend lower and lower before him. There's tension on the black leash wrapped around the Winter Soldier's wrist, his fingers curled around the loop so tight his nails dig white half-moons into his palm, and he can see that as he pulls that the Captain does as well in the opposite direction, the leash goes taut. As he gets closer, his mouth and nose so close to the hot shaft that he's almost nuzzling it, and the Winter Soldier finds himself breathing even harder, his nostrils flaring, lips parting and his tongue sneaking out once more to wet the corner of his mouth and running a glistening trail against his upper lip.
His knees draw up slightly before the Captain's bruising grip clenches down on both his thighs, thumbs fitting against the tense, flexing muscle along the inside and stopping him from moving further. Whatever pain the Winter Soldier feels isn't enough to cut through the drug's haze. Throughout it, his whole body seems to vibrate and thrum with need just under the surface. Every nerve's on edge. Stubble tickles maddeningly against the heat of his shaft, each touch sending little jolts of something he hasn't felt often, if at all, in HYDRA; it takes several seconds of the Captain nuzzling against his stiffening cock, lips teasing against the hot shaft, an experimental flick of the tongue, before he realizes what it is.
Physical pleasure. Happiness at the sight of the Captain submissive.
That unfamiliar urge - of need, of want - swells.
The details of the room, the bed bolted to the floor, the shelves, and the featureless walls penning them in, pulse in the Winter Soldier's field of vision as he squeezes his eyes shut with a little strangled gasp. His eyelashes stick together a little, still coated with drying remnants of that pink mystery vial. The next second he forces his eyes open, wanting the Captain right where he can see him, partly because he is and always will be a threat, partly because he doesn't want to miss the sight of the other, stronger asset submitting on his knees before him. To encourage him along, the Winter Soldier shifts from where he's sitting with his back against the shelves, his hip tilting from the floor to push his cock insistently up against the other man's mouth. It's half-hard now and getting harder still, thick, shining in places where the Captain has tried sucking here and there, the tip shining with a mixture of saliva and precum.
After awhile of the Captain exploring, coaxing his hard shaft so that it curves upward into the air, the Winter Soldier's the one to break ranks first, unable to tamp down on the need surging through him any longer even if it might looked like he blinked first. The black leash jerks again like the barrel of a gun to the ribs. With his free hand, the Soldier grips the other man's shorter blonde hair, chrome fingers curling against his scalp, as he forces him to look up at him.
"Stop stalling, Captain," the Winter Soldier says, his voice tight, strangled with mounting frustration. With his hand he'll force the Captain to return to his erect cock, the length teasing against his mouth, pushing aside his lips as it plays across them to smears precum.
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He almost remembers how to smile, despite his lower lip aching from the bite.
Continuing to forcibly guide the other man down to his waiting cock, the Captain has no choice but to bend lower and lower before him. There's tension on the black leash wrapped around the Winter Soldier's wrist, his fingers curled around the loop so tight his nails dig white half-moons into his palm, and he can see that as he pulls that the Captain does as well in the opposite direction, the leash goes taut. As he gets closer, his mouth and nose so close to the hot shaft that he's almost nuzzling it, and the Winter Soldier finds himself breathing even harder, his nostrils flaring, lips parting and his tongue sneaking out once more to wet the corner of his mouth and running a glistening trail against his upper lip.
His knees draw up slightly before the Captain's bruising grip clenches down on both his thighs, thumbs fitting against the tense, flexing muscle along the inside and stopping him from moving further. Whatever pain the Winter Soldier feels isn't enough to cut through the drug's haze. Throughout it, his whole body seems to vibrate and thrum with need just under the surface. Every nerve's on edge. Stubble tickles maddeningly against the heat of his shaft, each touch sending little jolts of something he hasn't felt often, if at all, in HYDRA; it takes several seconds of the Captain nuzzling against his stiffening cock, lips teasing against the hot shaft, an experimental flick of the tongue, before he realizes what it is.
Physical pleasure. Happiness at the sight of the Captain submissive.
That unfamiliar urge - of need, of want - swells.
The details of the room, the bed bolted to the floor, the shelves, and the featureless walls penning them in, pulse in the Winter Soldier's field of vision as he squeezes his eyes shut with a little strangled gasp. His eyelashes stick together a little, still coated with drying remnants of that pink mystery vial. The next second he forces his eyes open, wanting the Captain right where he can see him, partly because he is and always will be a threat, partly because he doesn't want to miss the sight of the other, stronger asset submitting on his knees before him. To encourage him along, the Winter Soldier shifts from where he's sitting with his back against the shelves, his hip tilting from the floor to push his cock insistently up against the other man's mouth. It's half-hard now and getting harder still, thick, shining in places where the Captain has tried sucking here and there, the tip shining with a mixture of saliva and precum.
After awhile of the Captain exploring, coaxing his hard shaft so that it curves upward into the air, the Winter Soldier's the one to break ranks first, unable to tamp down on the need surging through him any longer even if it might looked like he blinked first. The black leash jerks again like the barrel of a gun to the ribs. With his free hand, the Soldier grips the other man's shorter blonde hair, chrome fingers curling against his scalp, as he forces him to look up at him.
"Stop stalling, Captain," the Winter Soldier says, his voice tight, strangled with mounting frustration. With his hand he'll force the Captain to return to his erect cock, the length teasing against his mouth, pushing aside his lips as it plays across them to smears precum.