The drug vibrating its way through the Soldier, jacking up his sensitivity and lowering his self-control, is overwhelming whatever shreds of focus he's still clinging at with a loosening death grip. Everything feels like it's somehow more. It isn't helping when the Captain finally decides to put his mouth to good use, to experiment and innovate, sucking and swallowing and the surge of the Captain's tongue against his rock-hard shaft has the Winter Soldier's back arching, his legs jerking up only to get slammed back down by the other asset's bruising grip around his thighs. At first he tries clamping down on the sounds coming out of him; the breathy gasps, the needy noises he somehow knows are points against him and are marked down by the handlers who are watching on the camera feeds.
After awhile he can't bite them back.
The Soldier finds himself more vocal than he'd like, his sweat-slicked chest heaving with each throaty groan, breath hitching as he tries and fails to bite back on the strange sounds that take a needy, almost mewling quality that he's somehow sure he's never made before. Cheeks flushing, he tries to make up for it by digging his fingers into the Captain's scalp - an attempt, really, to regain control - but the man's got other ideas, the muscles along his neck and back flexing as he fights doing exactly what the Winter Soldier wants, pushing when he wants to pull, pulling when he wants to push.
With his cock stuffed in the other asset's mouth, warm and inviting, his saliva coating its straining length from base to weeping head, it's getting harder and harder to keep his eyes on the Captain at all times. Without meaning to, the Winter Soldier's eyes squeeze shut despite his better judgement, his mouth falling open in a moan each time the other man sucks on his shaft, each time his tongue swirls around it as he forces himself to take more even though the Soldier's fingers are digging into his scalp to pull him away. Even the feeling of the Captain's fingers fondling his balls - the perfect position to squeeze, to immediately translate pleasure to debilitating pain - isn't enough to drag him back. Each squeeze, each press of his callused fingers makes the Winter Soldier's hips twitch away only to return wanting more.
His eyes flare open when the Captain suddenly frees his mouth. The Winter Soldier's eyebrows furrow together as he jerks up with a scowl, his spine gone stiff with irritation and his cock bobbing in the sterile air with its shaft shining with saliva under the florescent lights, so hard it almost hurts.
"I didn't say you could - " is all he gets out before the Captain steals his words away with a two-pronged approach.
Mercilessly he mouths at his throbbing balls, nose tickling the underside of his thigh as his tongue flicks out and lathes against it, and the Winter Soldier's legs twitch obediently wider despite the black collar around the other asset's throat. The Captain's hand circles around his straining cock and strokes it at the same time, palm and fingers glistening, and the Winter Soldier groans, low and throaty and desperate even though he knows it's a sign of weakness in the body and the mind. His head spins and the room tilts as his eyes roll up toward the ceiling, lashes fluttering, and he spots the glint of a camera recessed into the corner of the cell's reinforced wall. His hips thrust into the Captain's touch once, twice, three times, his eyes rolling again and then it finally sinks in - the camera.
The chair. Whoever does worse in this exercise - nevermind he doesn't know exactly how it's graded - will spend longer in that goddamn chair.
Despite the collar wrapped around his neck, the Captain's somehow got him under control.
The Winter Soldier's eyes flare open and dart down, pupils contracting to black points in a sea of blue-gray. He almost caves when he spots the Captain's blond head buried between his legs with his nose nudging against the base of his erection, his tongue pressing wet and hot and pink against his balls. It takes whatever shreds of self-control he still has left to do something about it: the Winter Soldier suddenly scoots away, his back wedged against the shelf hard enough that they dig into his skin and hurt, and he'll manage to get his foot wedged up against the Captain's chest, bodily pushing away even as at the same time he tightens his grip on the leash and pulls to steal the other man's breath away.
"N...no," the Winter Soldier grunts through teeth bared in a snarl. "Enough!"
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After awhile he can't bite them back.
The Soldier finds himself more vocal than he'd like, his sweat-slicked chest heaving with each throaty groan, breath hitching as he tries and fails to bite back on the strange sounds that take a needy, almost mewling quality that he's somehow sure he's never made before. Cheeks flushing, he tries to make up for it by digging his fingers into the Captain's scalp - an attempt, really, to regain control - but the man's got other ideas, the muscles along his neck and back flexing as he fights doing exactly what the Winter Soldier wants, pushing when he wants to pull, pulling when he wants to push.
With his cock stuffed in the other asset's mouth, warm and inviting, his saliva coating its straining length from base to weeping head, it's getting harder and harder to keep his eyes on the Captain at all times. Without meaning to, the Winter Soldier's eyes squeeze shut despite his better judgement, his mouth falling open in a moan each time the other man sucks on his shaft, each time his tongue swirls around it as he forces himself to take more even though the Soldier's fingers are digging into his scalp to pull him away. Even the feeling of the Captain's fingers fondling his balls - the perfect position to squeeze, to immediately translate pleasure to debilitating pain - isn't enough to drag him back. Each squeeze, each press of his callused fingers makes the Winter Soldier's hips twitch away only to return wanting more.
His eyes flare open when the Captain suddenly frees his mouth. The Winter Soldier's eyebrows furrow together as he jerks up with a scowl, his spine gone stiff with irritation and his cock bobbing in the sterile air with its shaft shining with saliva under the florescent lights, so hard it almost hurts.
"I didn't say you could - " is all he gets out before the Captain steals his words away with a two-pronged approach.
Mercilessly he mouths at his throbbing balls, nose tickling the underside of his thigh as his tongue flicks out and lathes against it, and the Winter Soldier's legs twitch obediently wider despite the black collar around the other asset's throat. The Captain's hand circles around his straining cock and strokes it at the same time, palm and fingers glistening, and the Winter Soldier groans, low and throaty and desperate even though he knows it's a sign of weakness in the body and the mind. His head spins and the room tilts as his eyes roll up toward the ceiling, lashes fluttering, and he spots the glint of a camera recessed into the corner of the cell's reinforced wall. His hips thrust into the Captain's touch once, twice, three times, his eyes rolling again and then it finally sinks in - the camera.
The chair. Whoever does worse in this exercise - nevermind he doesn't know exactly how it's graded - will spend longer in that goddamn chair.
Despite the collar wrapped around his neck, the Captain's somehow got him under control.
The Winter Soldier's eyes flare open and dart down, pupils contracting to black points in a sea of blue-gray. He almost caves when he spots the Captain's blond head buried between his legs with his nose nudging against the base of his erection, his tongue pressing wet and hot and pink against his balls. It takes whatever shreds of self-control he still has left to do something about it: the Winter Soldier suddenly scoots away, his back wedged against the shelf hard enough that they dig into his skin and hurt, and he'll manage to get his foot wedged up against the Captain's chest, bodily pushing away even as at the same time he tightens his grip on the leash and pulls to steal the other man's breath away.
"N...no," the Winter Soldier grunts through teeth bared in a snarl. "Enough!"