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comesfrompain) wrote2017-03-01 08:23 am
comesfrompain) wrote2017-03-01 08:23 am
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[ At Rumlow's urging, Jefferson starts to take another mouthful of pancake-- nearly choking when Rumlow calls him good-looking again. In front of his wife. And given the weird face Kenzi makes, Jefferson's not too keen on keeping that joke going-- if it is indeed a joke at all. He just takes a sip of coffee to keep from getting fluffy pancake crumbs caught in his throat. ]
That is entirely too early in the day for anything. [ Another sip of coffee before he admits: ] But I have to be up before 6, too, on the days I'm the one who opens the shop.
[ He really wishes he could be more of a hands-off boss, but right now he just doesn't have the manpower. Anyway, after getting some more pancake down, his stomach suddenly demanding more and more, Jefferson laughs. ]
Only if you promise not to load the tea up with milk and sugar.
[ He says, after having done the same to his coffee. ]
That is entirely too early in the day for anything. [ Another sip of coffee before he admits: ] But I have to be up before 6, too, on the days I'm the one who opens the shop.
[ He really wishes he could be more of a hands-off boss, but right now he just doesn't have the manpower. Anyway, after getting some more pancake down, his stomach suddenly demanding more and more, Jefferson laughs. ]
Only if you promise not to load the tea up with milk and sugar.
[ He says, after having done the same to his coffee. ]
[Rumlow doesn't really like waking up early either, it's just habit. Especially since he prefers to stay up late. Means he usually gets about five hours of sleep on a good night, but it is what it is. So he shrugs and sympathizes with Jefferson on waking up early to open.]
You try serving and telling your commander you ain't getting up before 9.
[It's a good-natured ribbing, he knows Kenzi is far from the military type. Though it's interesting that Rumlow only vaguely remembers anything about his service. He remembers SHIELD clearly, but how he ended up joining is a blur. Maybe it'll come back in time.]
Anyway, I won't say no to tea, but coffee'll always be my true love. Sorry, kid.
[Rumlow chuckles and slips out of his chair. He's done with his breakfast, so he sets his utensils on the plate, finishes off his coffee and starts into the kitchen. Flipping on the tap, he washes up, letting Kenzi and Jefferson continue their conversation about tea or whatever.]
You try serving and telling your commander you ain't getting up before 9.
[It's a good-natured ribbing, he knows Kenzi is far from the military type. Though it's interesting that Rumlow only vaguely remembers anything about his service. He remembers SHIELD clearly, but how he ended up joining is a blur. Maybe it'll come back in time.]
Anyway, I won't say no to tea, but coffee'll always be my true love. Sorry, kid.
[Rumlow chuckles and slips out of his chair. He's done with his breakfast, so he sets his utensils on the plate, finishes off his coffee and starts into the kitchen. Flipping on the tap, he washes up, letting Kenzi and Jefferson continue their conversation about tea or whatever.]
[Despite all her bravado, the ring on her finger, and the fact that her 'husband' is incredibly attractive, Kenzi still hasn't had sex with him.
What? It's not like she hasn't THOUGHT about it! She thinks about it like, all the time. Overthinks. Gets nervous. Rumlow picks up on it. They just end up going to sleep, unsatisfied and she ends up feeling like a total failure as a person.
It's a combination of things that keeps her on edge. The fact that she can't remember the actual first time that they fucked-- or... any time, for that matter. The fact that he's so much older than her and obviously more worldly and she... is not. She's had like... three entire boyfriends. One of them didn't even really count! One of them cheated on her and she caught him in the act, which she remembers now and it's throwing her off even more. There's also the fact that this marriage isn't really a marriage. Their relationship, whatever that might be, is temporary and what if she can't give him what he wants? He won't stick around.
She wants him to stick around.
Kenzi has a crush on her own husband and is too nervous to take advantage of it. How lame is that?
She also hasn't even seen what he's working with, yet. She's felt it. Pressed up against him while making out, sleeping in the same bed, she knows it's there. She wants to see it!
...Which is why she's being quiet as a mouse, moving across their bedroom floor to sneak up to the en suite master bath and press herself up close to the door frame. Honestly, she could just walk in there. She could pretend to be brushing her teeth or something, but it's easier to get a good look from this vantage point. The creeper vantage point. Just gotta wait until Rumlow turns around... ]
What? It's not like she hasn't THOUGHT about it! She thinks about it like, all the time. Overthinks. Gets nervous. Rumlow picks up on it. They just end up going to sleep, unsatisfied and she ends up feeling like a total failure as a person.
It's a combination of things that keeps her on edge. The fact that she can't remember the actual first time that they fucked-- or... any time, for that matter. The fact that he's so much older than her and obviously more worldly and she... is not. She's had like... three entire boyfriends. One of them didn't even really count! One of them cheated on her and she caught him in the act, which she remembers now and it's throwing her off even more. There's also the fact that this marriage isn't really a marriage. Their relationship, whatever that might be, is temporary and what if she can't give him what he wants? He won't stick around.
She wants him to stick around.
Kenzi has a crush on her own husband and is too nervous to take advantage of it. How lame is that?
She also hasn't even seen what he's working with, yet. She's felt it. Pressed up against him while making out, sleeping in the same bed, she knows it's there. She wants to see it!
...Which is why she's being quiet as a mouse, moving across their bedroom floor to sneak up to the en suite master bath and press herself up close to the door frame. Honestly, she could just walk in there. She could pretend to be brushing her teeth or something, but it's easier to get a good look from this vantage point. The creeper vantage point. Just gotta wait until Rumlow turns around... ]
[Unlike Kenzi, Rumlow hasn't been overly preoccupied with sex. Not because he doesn't want to fuck his wife -- the long make out sessions reminiscent of his teenage years are indicative enough of that. It's just that Kenzi is so wound up about it, she psychs herself out. So he's being patient, figuring that at some point, that want is gonna win out in a big way.
He likes it more when they come to him.
Today, he's just going about his business, coming out of the shower and toweling off his hair. The mirror is still fogged and the fan is on, so he has no idea that there's a visitor just on the other side of the door. Shifting to the side, he hangs up the towel and grabs his comb from the counter, absently brushing his hair into the position he wants it to dry in. Then comes the deodorant, Rumlow turning around to grab it from the shelves that primarily contain Kenzi's beauty products or whatever.
As he lifts an arm to apply it, Rumlow is totally unaware he's giving his wife the exact view she's looking for.]
He likes it more when they come to him.
Today, he's just going about his business, coming out of the shower and toweling off his hair. The mirror is still fogged and the fan is on, so he has no idea that there's a visitor just on the other side of the door. Shifting to the side, he hangs up the towel and grabs his comb from the counter, absently brushing his hair into the position he wants it to dry in. Then comes the deodorant, Rumlow turning around to grab it from the shelves that primarily contain Kenzi's beauty products or whatever.
As he lifts an arm to apply it, Rumlow is totally unaware he's giving his wife the exact view she's looking for.]
[Hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhholy shit... that-- wow. He's... ripped. Totally shredded. As if that wasn't obvious, it's just more pronounced straight out of the shower and back muscles flexing as he moves his arms.
When he turns around she follows the lines of his body. Down from his chest, along the definition of his twelve pack? BAKER'S DOZEN? 48 piece combo? It's ridiculous. He's ridiculous. There's no way he's real, he's totally photoshopped or made in a lab. Custom ordered.
Then the sharp lines of his hips and the definition there, all the way to--
What. Wait, what? .... Yeah, okay, he's got a nice dick, BUT WHAT IS--]
Oh my god. [She straightens suddenly, pushing the door wide open and staring at him with he jaw practically on the floor.]
Is your dick PIERCED?!
When he turns around she follows the lines of his body. Down from his chest, along the definition of his twelve pack? BAKER'S DOZEN? 48 piece combo? It's ridiculous. He's ridiculous. There's no way he's real, he's totally photoshopped or made in a lab. Custom ordered.
Then the sharp lines of his hips and the definition there, all the way to--
What. Wait, what? .... Yeah, okay, he's got a nice dick, BUT WHAT IS--]
Oh my god. [She straightens suddenly, pushing the door wide open and staring at him with he jaw practically on the floor.]
Is your dick PIERCED?!
[Startled by the door suddenly snapping open and smacking into the wall, Rumlow jumps a bit, hands already going into fists. He hasn't raised them or anything, and he relaxes them by the time he notices it's just Kenzi. He instead wiggles a finger in his ear, having been recently deafened by her outburst. He glances down at the piercing in his cock after, since she made mention of it and shrugs a shoulder.
He doesn't remember getting it, but obviously it's a thing that happened. He's just glad it's something he's clearly had for a while. No need to worry about healing or sensitivity or whatever.]
Apparently.
[He answers dryly, peering back up at her with an expectant expression. Rumlow doesn't actually mind her spying on him or even seeing him naked, but he'd like an explanation as to why. Is she really so shy that she couldn't just ask?
Then again, he hasn't exactly asked to see her naked, either. Maybe he ought to, now that she's gotten her eyeful.]
He doesn't remember getting it, but obviously it's a thing that happened. He's just glad it's something he's clearly had for a while. No need to worry about healing or sensitivity or whatever.]
Apparently.
[He answers dryly, peering back up at her with an expectant expression. Rumlow doesn't actually mind her spying on him or even seeing him naked, but he'd like an explanation as to why. Is she really so shy that she couldn't just ask?
Then again, he hasn't exactly asked to see her naked, either. Maybe he ought to, now that she's gotten her eyeful.]
Why didn't you tell me?!
[Because it's something she should remember about the dude that put a ring on it. Also, how the frick would he bring that up naturally in a conversation? Use your brain, Kenz.
Still.
She seems more concerned about the fact that she doesn't know which body parts Rumlow has pierced than the fact that she just scared/deafened him with her not-so-subtle explanation.]
See? This is what I mean. It's weird. This shit is so weird. I should know that about you, shouldn't I? Shit.
[It kinda justifies why she's felt so nervous about banging him. They don't even know each other.]
[Because it's something she should remember about the dude that put a ring on it. Also, how the frick would he bring that up naturally in a conversation? Use your brain, Kenz.
Still.
She seems more concerned about the fact that she doesn't know which body parts Rumlow has pierced than the fact that she just scared/deafened him with her not-so-subtle explanation.]
See? This is what I mean. It's weird. This shit is so weird. I should know that about you, shouldn't I? Shit.
[It kinda justifies why she's felt so nervous about banging him. They don't even know each other.]
Hey Kenzi. [Rumlow pauses.] My dick's pierced.
[Enjoy the little joke, wife. But she's right. This is weird. I mean, unless they never did consummate their marriage. A cock piercing might not be something brought up in conversation if all they were doing is marrying for her green card. Thing is, he still doesn't remember.
Rumlow shrugs again. He doesn't know the answer. Might not for a while -- his memory is pretty unreliable. Between some images sharp and others dull, the contradictions and the lack of information, Rumlow has been mostly making due as best he can with what he's got. He wants to know more, of course, but the literal warning signs have been keeping him mostly quiet.]
Anyway, your turn.
[He says, trying to keep the conversation light, rather than going down existential crisis road. He is, after all, naked.]
[Enjoy the little joke, wife. But she's right. This is weird. I mean, unless they never did consummate their marriage. A cock piercing might not be something brought up in conversation if all they were doing is marrying for her green card. Thing is, he still doesn't remember.
Rumlow shrugs again. He doesn't know the answer. Might not for a while -- his memory is pretty unreliable. Between some images sharp and others dull, the contradictions and the lack of information, Rumlow has been mostly making due as best he can with what he's got. He wants to know more, of course, but the literal warning signs have been keeping him mostly quiet.]
Anyway, your turn.
[He says, trying to keep the conversation light, rather than going down existential crisis road. He is, after all, naked.]
[Ffffffffffff... dammit, she didn't mean to laugh at that. Ugh, she hates that she's smiling instead of freaking out. He calms her down so easily, disarms her panic like he's been doing it for years. How else would he have that kind of effect on her if she didn't know him.
Unless she just thinks she knows him.
Before she can go off on another thought spiral of anxiety and conspiracy theories, he goes and says something else. Her turn... for the shower? Or... oh.]
What? No. This isn't show and tell!
Unless she just thinks she knows him.
Before she can go off on another thought spiral of anxiety and conspiracy theories, he goes and says something else. Her turn... for the shower? Or... oh.]
What? No. This isn't show and tell!
[Brows lifting, Rumlow tilts his head and begins to walk towards her. Kenzi's chickening out again, but maybe if he gives her a little nudge in the right direction? She doesn't retreat, so he stops in front of her, chewing his lip as he gives her an intense stare. He's already undressing her in his mind, imagining what she's like without the layers of clothing, supplemented by how she feels against him when they kiss.
She can probably tell what he's up to, especially if he continues. Being naked kind of gives it away. Rumlow's breath comes in slow, pupils dilating. He says nothing for a few moments, but then, he just grins.]
Guess I'll just have to go get dressed then.
[Rumlow cups Kenzi's cheek before he drops his hand and begins to walk past her. Wait for it...]
She can probably tell what he's up to, especially if he continues. Being naked kind of gives it away. Rumlow's breath comes in slow, pupils dilating. He says nothing for a few moments, but then, he just grins.]
Guess I'll just have to go get dressed then.
[Rumlow cups Kenzi's cheek before he drops his hand and begins to walk past her. Wait for it...]
[That stare is pretty... intense. It says a lot about the look on his face that Kenzi is too busy staring at it to stare at anything else. And there is a lot of Rumlow to stare at right now.
Her head is tilted up as she leans in, completely mesmerized and sucked in and wanting-- and then he grins. You little shit. You absolute piece of hot garbage. If the grin didn't seal the deal, his hand against her cheek definitely does. Uuuugh. Her hand shoots out to the other side of the doorway, blocking his exit with her arm and sighing.]
Wait.
[You win this round, Rumlow. When she's sure he's not going to just break through her arm like it's a ribbon at a finishing line, she lowers it...
Her hands move to the hem of her T-shirt, Nine Inch Nails obvi, crossing at the wrists so she can slowly slide it up over her head and let it drop to the floor revealing a black bra under her fishnet shirt. There's a reason she wears so many layers all the time. As much as she talks big and acts tough and seems to give no fucks, the girl is shy. She's self conscious. She's tiny and her chest is small and she's pale as a sheet. But sometimes she likes the way her collar bones look when she moves her hair back over her shoulders, like now. And she likes how her ass looks in lacy underwear when she unzips her skinny jeans and slides them down over her thighs, also like now.
She steps out of them, backing up a little to ditch the fishnet shirt, too. Then her hands move around to her back, to the clasps of her bra... and she hesitates, biting her lower lip.]
Her head is tilted up as she leans in, completely mesmerized and sucked in and wanting-- and then he grins. You little shit. You absolute piece of hot garbage. If the grin didn't seal the deal, his hand against her cheek definitely does. Uuuugh. Her hand shoots out to the other side of the doorway, blocking his exit with her arm and sighing.]
Wait.
[You win this round, Rumlow. When she's sure he's not going to just break through her arm like it's a ribbon at a finishing line, she lowers it...
Her hands move to the hem of her T-shirt, Nine Inch Nails obvi, crossing at the wrists so she can slowly slide it up over her head and let it drop to the floor revealing a black bra under her fishnet shirt. There's a reason she wears so many layers all the time. As much as she talks big and acts tough and seems to give no fucks, the girl is shy. She's self conscious. She's tiny and her chest is small and she's pale as a sheet. But sometimes she likes the way her collar bones look when she moves her hair back over her shoulders, like now. And she likes how her ass looks in lacy underwear when she unzips her skinny jeans and slides them down over her thighs, also like now.
She steps out of them, backing up a little to ditch the fishnet shirt, too. Then her hands move around to her back, to the clasps of her bra... and she hesitates, biting her lower lip.]
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[He waits. Stands there, entirely un-self-conscious while Kenzi strips down. That same expression of unabashed desire shows plain on his face, eyes tracking as each new part of her is exposed. Rumlow has no idea why she's so shy about it, she's fucking gorgeous. Makes his cock get thick, but he's too focused on the way her lip looks, bitten flush in her hesitation.
She can see how his eyes rake over her, from her perky little tits down to the lace that hides her cunt. God, it's a tease in the best way. Funny how her apprehension leads to his titillation. He's not touching, not yet anyway, but God damn does he want to. Rumlow's got a good imagination, but seeing it in real life is a hundred times better.
Rumlow wets his lips, breath hitching in his throat. All right, he guesses he can't really blame her for all the staring she'd probably been doing before she'd caught sight of his cock. They're both made well, and even complementary, the way she's slight and he's broad. Just makes him want to pick her up and cover her body with his, let her explore him with more than just her eyes while he does the same.]
You need a hand?
[Rumlow asks with a purr, lips curling into a smile.]
She can see how his eyes rake over her, from her perky little tits down to the lace that hides her cunt. God, it's a tease in the best way. Funny how her apprehension leads to his titillation. He's not touching, not yet anyway, but God damn does he want to. Rumlow's got a good imagination, but seeing it in real life is a hundred times better.
Rumlow wets his lips, breath hitching in his throat. All right, he guesses he can't really blame her for all the staring she'd probably been doing before she'd caught sight of his cock. They're both made well, and even complementary, the way she's slight and he's broad. Just makes him want to pick her up and cover her body with his, let her explore him with more than just her eyes while he does the same.]
You need a hand?
[Rumlow asks with a purr, lips curling into a smile.]
[Well he's still here. That's something. He's also seemingly into it. The way he looks at her helps her shake that assumption that he'd be better suited to a well-endowed blonde that oozes class and maturity and sex appeal. It's not that she thinks Rumlow is shallow or anything, she just sees him as this amazing specimen, too unattainable to be into her. Guys like him aren't into her. She gets the scumbags and the drug dealers and slimy, creepy dudes that talk a big game but aren't shit.
Then there's Brock Rumlow. An actual Adonis with a wicked sense of humour that can cook and is sweet to her and when she's with him... commitment doesn't seem so scary. This doesn't seem so scary. Her hesitation gives way to a sense of yes, I want this and she smiles.]
I could use two.
[She unhooks her bra and slides it over her shoulders and off her arms to join the rest of her clothes on the floor. Her eyes are still locked on Rumlow's, admiring their hazel colour as she works up her courage. The panties come off much like ripping off a bandaid, one fluid motion, painless. There's a faint blush across her cheeks as she gives him a few seconds to stare before closing the distance between them and catching his lips in a determined kiss.]
Then there's Brock Rumlow. An actual Adonis with a wicked sense of humour that can cook and is sweet to her and when she's with him... commitment doesn't seem so scary. This doesn't seem so scary. Her hesitation gives way to a sense of yes, I want this and she smiles.]
I could use two.
[She unhooks her bra and slides it over her shoulders and off her arms to join the rest of her clothes on the floor. Her eyes are still locked on Rumlow's, admiring their hazel colour as she works up her courage. The panties come off much like ripping off a bandaid, one fluid motion, painless. There's a faint blush across her cheeks as she gives him a few seconds to stare before closing the distance between them and catching his lips in a determined kiss.]
[Lucky for Kenzi, Rumlow's more than happy to supply her with both of his hands. She's quick to move though, taking off her bra and revealing those pert tits that has his cock twitching against his thigh. He's hardly got time to admire before she bends, panties slipping off and fuck, yep. If he wasn't into her before, he sure as Hell is now.
Not that Kenzi lets him stare for more than a second. She pounces, her lips finding his while his arms come around her, drawing her flush. If she hasn't noticed his body's reaction to her little show before, she sure will now -- cock thickened with blood and pressing against her stomach. He kisses hard, giving her as good as she does him.
Hands traveling down, Rumlow stops short of her ass, breaking the kiss long enough to look at her.]
Can I?
[He asks, pupils so wide with want that his eyes hardly have any color left.]
Not that Kenzi lets him stare for more than a second. She pounces, her lips finding his while his arms come around her, drawing her flush. If she hasn't noticed his body's reaction to her little show before, she sure will now -- cock thickened with blood and pressing against her stomach. He kisses hard, giving her as good as she does him.
Hands traveling down, Rumlow stops short of her ass, breaking the kiss long enough to look at her.]
Can I?
[He asks, pupils so wide with want that his eyes hardly have any color left.]
[SHE NOTICED! Definitely noticed. Very much notices now with it pinned between them. In fact, she notices SO MUCH that it's sending the same heat that's flushing her cheeks down to her stomach in little waves before pooling between her legs.
It's her turn to make a little noise of protest when he breaks the kiss, payback for their second kiss in the kitchen? Or maybe all the times she stopped before things got too hot and heavy. She wants his hands on her and her mouth on his and her skin to his skin! Why did he stop-- oh.]
Yeah. [The response is breathy and quick, and she's grabbing his face to pull it back against hers as soon as it's said.]
It's her turn to make a little noise of protest when he breaks the kiss, payback for their second kiss in the kitchen? Or maybe all the times she stopped before things got too hot and heavy. She wants his hands on her and her mouth on his and her skin to his skin! Why did he stop-- oh.]
Yeah. [The response is breathy and quick, and she's grabbing his face to pull it back against hers as soon as it's said.]
[Rumlow doesn't answer with words, just puts his hands on her ass and lifts her. She weighs nothing but more importantly, that ass. Christ, it's supple, smooth. Perfect like a fucking model. He gropes firm, moans into her mouth and kicks the door shut so he can press her against it. He's careful enough not to knock her head, but he ain't going too gentle.
After all, she's the one who's been holding out, and now that she's not? Rumlow wants to take full advantage. Show her what she's been missing out on since the accident. Rumlow nips at her bottom lip, just enough to make them red. He likes to see the color against the pale of her skin.]
Kenzi... [He rumbles, staring into the remarkable blue of her eyes.] You need me to stop, just say the word. Otherwise...
[Rumlow flashes her a grin. He doesn't need to tell her what he wants to do. The hard cock nudging against her ass speaks for itself.]
After all, she's the one who's been holding out, and now that she's not? Rumlow wants to take full advantage. Show her what she's been missing out on since the accident. Rumlow nips at her bottom lip, just enough to make them red. He likes to see the color against the pale of her skin.]
Kenzi... [He rumbles, staring into the remarkable blue of her eyes.] You need me to stop, just say the word. Otherwise...
[Rumlow flashes her a grin. He doesn't need to tell her what he wants to do. The hard cock nudging against her ass speaks for itself.]
[Woah, seriously? Against the door? Is he REAL?! This is something straight out of those trashy 'romance' novels she reads. No one in her entire sexual history, which isn't that vast and varied to be quite honest, has ever lifted her up to fuck her against anything before. Except for that one time with Tim at the weird hobo party and he was wasted and dropped her and they never tried it again. Wow. Of all the memories she is currently missing, that's one of the ones she gets back. Great.
Rumlow is certainly no Tim. Not even remotely close. Put a cape on this guy and he could be a super hero, that's how highly she thinks of him. God, he's even making sure she's okay with stuff before hand? No safe word bullshit, just straightforward stop means stop and no means no. He's an actual gentleman. Even... you know... when he's not being all that gentle.
Kenzi mirrors his grin, followed quickly by a partially nervous, mostly excited giggle. The fingers of her left hand run through his still-damp hair before she brings it back to his face, noticing how the cool metal of her wedding ring contrasts with the heat of their skin. Her other arm wraps securely around his neck and she shifts her hips up a little, licking her lip where his teeth were.]
I'm not gonna make you stop. Not this time. I'm ready.
[She can't resist him any longer. The attraction's too strong.]
Rumlow is certainly no Tim. Not even remotely close. Put a cape on this guy and he could be a super hero, that's how highly she thinks of him. God, he's even making sure she's okay with stuff before hand? No safe word bullshit, just straightforward stop means stop and no means no. He's an actual gentleman. Even... you know... when he's not being all that gentle.
Kenzi mirrors his grin, followed quickly by a partially nervous, mostly excited giggle. The fingers of her left hand run through his still-damp hair before she brings it back to his face, noticing how the cool metal of her wedding ring contrasts with the heat of their skin. Her other arm wraps securely around his neck and she shifts her hips up a little, licking her lip where his teeth were.]
I'm not gonna make you stop. Not this time. I'm ready.
[She can't resist him any longer. The attraction's too strong.]
[Eyes shutting as her fingers run through his hair, Rumlow makes a soft noise of satisfaction -- hopes she might pull at it when they really get into this. He opens them again at her palm on his cheek, making him smile and turn his face so he can kiss her hand.]
Yeah? [He asks, but doesn't wait for an answer. Just kisses her again, tongue teasing her mouth open. With her pinned against the wall, Rumlow can free one of his hands up, keeping her balanced with the other. His fingers drag forwards until he finds the heat of her, spreading her open to feel how slick and smooth she is.] Bet you've been this wet since you started peepin'.
[Rumlow smirks like a devil, stroking between her folds until he pushes one finger inside. Christ, she's tight. He even gonna fit in there? He's gotta wonder. He sinks in, bending the finger to add a little pressure. His cock is arching towards her, wanting in on that heat and Rumlow lets out a moan muffled against her lips to think about pushing into this tight little snatch.
He starts to fuck her with his hand, slow and easy. Breaks the kiss to let her breathe, forehead pressed against hers as he adds finger number two. His thumb comes to rub at her clit in the meantime, moving as his fingers do, wrist bending as he keeps up the pace.]
Gonna be a tight fit.
[Rumlow says with a quiet chuckle, a third finger now rubbing against her g-spot alongside the others.]
Yeah? [He asks, but doesn't wait for an answer. Just kisses her again, tongue teasing her mouth open. With her pinned against the wall, Rumlow can free one of his hands up, keeping her balanced with the other. His fingers drag forwards until he finds the heat of her, spreading her open to feel how slick and smooth she is.] Bet you've been this wet since you started peepin'.
[Rumlow smirks like a devil, stroking between her folds until he pushes one finger inside. Christ, she's tight. He even gonna fit in there? He's gotta wonder. He sinks in, bending the finger to add a little pressure. His cock is arching towards her, wanting in on that heat and Rumlow lets out a moan muffled against her lips to think about pushing into this tight little snatch.
He starts to fuck her with his hand, slow and easy. Breaks the kiss to let her breathe, forehead pressed against hers as he adds finger number two. His thumb comes to rub at her clit in the meantime, moving as his fingers do, wrist bending as he keeps up the pace.]
Gonna be a tight fit.
[Rumlow says with a quiet chuckle, a third finger now rubbing against her g-spot alongside the others.]
[Can he even blame her for getting this worked up? She's been thinking about him for days. Thinking about this for days. It wasn't just seeing his insanely gorgeous naked bod, it was the playful grins and having him stand so close looking at her with those eyes... the slow build up as she stripped off her clothing. It's finally gonna happen. Her body is literally ready. ]
I wasn't peeping, I was spying. There's a difference--
[She's cut off by the feeling of his finger pushing into her, anything else she was going to say swallowed by a soft moan.
Size was definitely something she was vaguely worried about until she saw the metal of his piercing and got entirely distracted. He's not a small dude. He's definitely not lacking in the junk department. The guy is HUNG, okay? She's... small. Lots of leg, not much else. He's keeping up with the distractions by inserting another finger and falling into a slow rhythm that it's not at the forefront of her mind. Actually, not much is at the forefront of her mind aside from how good it feels and how deprived she's made herself and why the fuck didn't they do this sooner?
She appreciates the breathing room, gasping with her head back against the door as his thumb gets in on the action. Fuck right off. Her arm tightens around his shoulders, other hand moving once again to his hair.]
So modest. Pretty sure you can squeeze in there.
[Which is what she's trying NOT to do with her thighs right now when he adds that third finger. She practically whimpers, sucking in a sharp breath and pressing herself harder against the door.]
Fuck, Brock-- it's so good...
I wasn't peeping, I was spying. There's a difference--
[She's cut off by the feeling of his finger pushing into her, anything else she was going to say swallowed by a soft moan.
Size was definitely something she was vaguely worried about until she saw the metal of his piercing and got entirely distracted. He's not a small dude. He's definitely not lacking in the junk department. The guy is HUNG, okay? She's... small. Lots of leg, not much else. He's keeping up with the distractions by inserting another finger and falling into a slow rhythm that it's not at the forefront of her mind. Actually, not much is at the forefront of her mind aside from how good it feels and how deprived she's made herself and why the fuck didn't they do this sooner?
She appreciates the breathing room, gasping with her head back against the door as his thumb gets in on the action. Fuck right off. Her arm tightens around his shoulders, other hand moving once again to his hair.]
So modest. Pretty sure you can squeeze in there.
[Which is what she's trying NOT to do with her thighs right now when he adds that third finger. She practically whimpers, sucking in a sharp breath and pressing herself harder against the door.]
Fuck, Brock-- it's so good...
[A difference. Sure. Peeping is a part of spying, as far as he's concerned, which he isn't, overly. Too busy quickening the pace of his hand, feeling her body begin to ease up as pleasure washes over her. Rumlow thinks about making her come, but he kind of wants that first time to be on his cock. Feel her shudder all around him, get him soaked.
Kenzi's voice, so desperate with want gets his dick to throb harder, a droplet of precome sliding down the shaft. He groans, kissing her lips, her cheek, down to her throat and it's there he bites. Not hard, but he's gonna leave a little mark. A souvenir for their first time -- that they remember. He waits until he thinks she's getting real close to pull his fingers away. They're slick as he rubs them together, tempted to suck off the mess.
He shifts her instead, lowers her so he's got both arms hooked under he knees. Rumlow's cock rubs against her, the head nudging at her cunt.]
You want it? [He asks, pulling back to look at her. Wants to see her face when she says yes. She can feel the metal piercing, he's sure. Teasing her as he gives a shallow thrust that barely pushes between her folds.] Just say the word, Kenzi.
Kenzi's voice, so desperate with want gets his dick to throb harder, a droplet of precome sliding down the shaft. He groans, kissing her lips, her cheek, down to her throat and it's there he bites. Not hard, but he's gonna leave a little mark. A souvenir for their first time -- that they remember. He waits until he thinks she's getting real close to pull his fingers away. They're slick as he rubs them together, tempted to suck off the mess.
He shifts her instead, lowers her so he's got both arms hooked under he knees. Rumlow's cock rubs against her, the head nudging at her cunt.]
You want it? [He asks, pulling back to look at her. Wants to see her face when she says yes. She can feel the metal piercing, he's sure. Teasing her as he gives a shallow thrust that barely pushes between her folds.] Just say the word, Kenzi.
[Right there, almost there, soooo close, so-- ... UM?! He stops, pulling his fingers away, and Kenzi just fixes him with a borderline murderous glare. Are you fucking kidding her right now?
Her glare is briefly replaced by a look of fear, thinking that he's about to drop her when he adjusts her position in his arms. She's safe, though. Not on the floor. Not dropped. Still held up and still slick and wanting when the head of his cock teases her cruelly.]
You are such an asshole, [She says, laughing, but quickly changes her tune because she does want it. She wants to get back to that precipice and fall over the edge, feeling it pulse through her body. His fingers were good, but it could be so much better.
He better start slow. She does NOT want to be ripped in half and end up on an episode of sex sent me to the ER.]
I want it. [She purrs at first, then smirks again,] I want your mildly terrifying, insanely cool, pierced dick so quit torturing me.
Her glare is briefly replaced by a look of fear, thinking that he's about to drop her when he adjusts her position in his arms. She's safe, though. Not on the floor. Not dropped. Still held up and still slick and wanting when the head of his cock teases her cruelly.]
You are such an asshole, [She says, laughing, but quickly changes her tune because she does want it. She wants to get back to that precipice and fall over the edge, feeling it pulse through her body. His fingers were good, but it could be so much better.
He better start slow. She does NOT want to be ripped in half and end up on an episode of sex sent me to the ER.]
I want it. [She purrs at first, then smirks again,] I want your mildly terrifying, insanely cool, pierced dick so quit torturing me.
[Kenzi can glare all she wants. He knows what game he's playing. It's partially a test to see how she holds up. Maybe a little mean, but that's what she's gotten herself into. She retorts and Rumlow laughs, though it's soft and gentle to match her own. He leans forward, cock touching just as she tells him she wants it.
And then she continues and Rumlow laughs again, this time far more amused. Mildly terrifying indeed. Rumlow can't really blame her -- and she hasn't even looked down to see it hard. Probably even more so that way, considering how it's grown. Rumlow, personally, edges towards 'insanely cool,' himself, but he is pretty attached to the thing.]
Yeah?
[He asks, thought he's not really waiting for confirmation. Instead he's canting his hips, rubbing his cock between her folds, letting the piercing nudge against her clit once or twice. She's tight enough that he's gonna need guidance, so he keeps Kenzi firm against the wall, carefully balancing so he can push her leg up to his shoulder. It's a good thing she's flexible, he thinks to himself once his arm is free, hand coming down to wrap around the base of his dick.
It's easy enough to position himself like this, glancing down before his eyes flick back up to meet hers. Keeps her gaze held with his when he pushes in, feeling himself sinking into the warmth of her cunt at a slow, steady pace. Rumlow's breath hitches, hand drawing away to brace against the wall.]
Fuck, Kenzi...
[He growls out, as if it's her fault she's so damn tight. He's not complaining, of course. It's just insane, and good. And something he feels an urge to just push past, but he's not gonna hurt her. He's got a lot of dick, and she's taking it pretty fucking well, but she'd been hesitant for a reason. He won't betray the trust she's offered him now.
Even if she does feel incredible beyond all reason.]
And then she continues and Rumlow laughs again, this time far more amused. Mildly terrifying indeed. Rumlow can't really blame her -- and she hasn't even looked down to see it hard. Probably even more so that way, considering how it's grown. Rumlow, personally, edges towards 'insanely cool,' himself, but he is pretty attached to the thing.]
Yeah?
[He asks, thought he's not really waiting for confirmation. Instead he's canting his hips, rubbing his cock between her folds, letting the piercing nudge against her clit once or twice. She's tight enough that he's gonna need guidance, so he keeps Kenzi firm against the wall, carefully balancing so he can push her leg up to his shoulder. It's a good thing she's flexible, he thinks to himself once his arm is free, hand coming down to wrap around the base of his dick.
It's easy enough to position himself like this, glancing down before his eyes flick back up to meet hers. Keeps her gaze held with his when he pushes in, feeling himself sinking into the warmth of her cunt at a slow, steady pace. Rumlow's breath hitches, hand drawing away to brace against the wall.]
Fuck, Kenzi...
[He growls out, as if it's her fault she's so damn tight. He's not complaining, of course. It's just insane, and good. And something he feels an urge to just push past, but he's not gonna hurt her. He's got a lot of dick, and she's taking it pretty fucking well, but she'd been hesitant for a reason. He won't betray the trust she's offered him now.
Even if she does feel incredible beyond all reason.]
[Okay, look, if she actually sees it now, she probably won't be as psyched to have him shove it in her! It's better for both of them if she just keeps her eyes on his stupidly-beautiful face, mentally cursing and praising him at the same time every time his piercing teases her clit.
She's not sure where the flexibility comes from, can't remember, but she's grateful for it. It's a precarious situation, but she trust him not to drop her on the floor. Just on his dick. His arms are ridiculous, there's no way he can't keep her up.
Her eyes stay on his, lidded but focused. Her nails find the base of his neck, gently applying pressure there in anticipation. He goes slow, but it's still almost too much. He stretches her out, fills her so completely that her mouth opens in a silent, choked cry. Breathe, Kenz.
She gasps, curling forward to briefly touch her forehead to his, lips ghosting against his cheek before falling back against the door. She moans low, squeezing her eyes shut as he pushes deeper. ]
Guess I better... better get used to this. [Another breathless laugh as her eyelids flutter and her eyes open back up. She wants him so bad. It's written all over her face. Pure desire.]
She's not sure where the flexibility comes from, can't remember, but she's grateful for it. It's a precarious situation, but she trust him not to drop her on the floor. Just on his dick. His arms are ridiculous, there's no way he can't keep her up.
Her eyes stay on his, lidded but focused. Her nails find the base of his neck, gently applying pressure there in anticipation. He goes slow, but it's still almost too much. He stretches her out, fills her so completely that her mouth opens in a silent, choked cry. Breathe, Kenz.
She gasps, curling forward to briefly touch her forehead to his, lips ghosting against his cheek before falling back against the door. She moans low, squeezing her eyes shut as he pushes deeper. ]
Guess I better... better get used to this. [Another breathless laugh as her eyelids flutter and her eyes open back up. She wants him so bad. It's written all over her face. Pure desire.]
Sorry.
[Rumlow says, but his teeth are bared in a mischievous grin. He's only a little sorry. She will get used to it though. With that look on her face, Rumlow knows Kenzi's gonna be the kinda girl who can't get enough. Hell, she's letting him fuck her against a wall for their 'first' time.
And what a fuck, he thinks, finally bottoming out. Rumlow gives her a few moments, letting her catch her breath, since he figures she needs it. He kisses her softly in the interim, but then? It's on. He begins to move with slow, deep thrusts. Doesn't jostle her much so he can keep his forehead pressed against hers, stare into her eyes and fuck her there too.
She's cute the rest of the time, but right now, Rumlow thinks Kenzi looks hot as Hell. She gives him a look as good as he gives her, makes him shudder. But he bets she can turn things up a notch. Rumlow growls as he thrusts in sharp, sinking his length into her.]
You got more in you than just hanging on, dolcezza. [He moves in to kiss her neck, leaving another mark she might have a tough time covering.] I ain't fragile.
[Rumlow says, but his teeth are bared in a mischievous grin. He's only a little sorry. She will get used to it though. With that look on her face, Rumlow knows Kenzi's gonna be the kinda girl who can't get enough. Hell, she's letting him fuck her against a wall for their 'first' time.
And what a fuck, he thinks, finally bottoming out. Rumlow gives her a few moments, letting her catch her breath, since he figures she needs it. He kisses her softly in the interim, but then? It's on. He begins to move with slow, deep thrusts. Doesn't jostle her much so he can keep his forehead pressed against hers, stare into her eyes and fuck her there too.
She's cute the rest of the time, but right now, Rumlow thinks Kenzi looks hot as Hell. She gives him a look as good as he gives her, makes him shudder. But he bets she can turn things up a notch. Rumlow growls as he thrusts in sharp, sinking his length into her.]
You got more in you than just hanging on, dolcezza. [He moves in to kiss her neck, leaving another mark she might have a tough time covering.] I ain't fragile.
[He so isn't sorry. Who apologizes for having a massive cock? NO ONE! But he's patient with her, he gives her time to adjust and sweet, soft kisses and she wonders if she's finally found a genuinely good guy. She appreciates it. He's being considerate as fuck while she takes that dick and even impresses herself at how well she can accommodate him. He's not small.
And then he starts to move and it's... incredible. Amazing. Too much and just enough at the same time. He holds her gaze and she's literally enthralled, can't look away. She's not sure if it's the growl or the sudden, sharp thrust that sends a jolt right through her, making her cry out.
Is he sure about that? Because hanging on isn't as easy as it looks when you're being shishkebobbed against a door buy a guy that legit knows what he's doing but you're still scared of getting dropped. Oh, but the way he kisses her neck and that pet name in her ears spurs her on.]
M'not gonna fight you like your gym buddies. [She laughs, running her nails up the back of his neck and along his scalp, finding a solid grip in the longer hair on top of his head. Not fragile, sure, you asked for it. She pulls his hair, tipping his head back away from her neck to seize his mouth in another heated, biting kiss, leaving his lips as red as he made hers and muffling her moans with his mouth as the nails of her other hand dig into his shoulder.]
And then he starts to move and it's... incredible. Amazing. Too much and just enough at the same time. He holds her gaze and she's literally enthralled, can't look away. She's not sure if it's the growl or the sudden, sharp thrust that sends a jolt right through her, making her cry out.
Is he sure about that? Because hanging on isn't as easy as it looks when you're being shishkebobbed against a door buy a guy that legit knows what he's doing but you're still scared of getting dropped. Oh, but the way he kisses her neck and that pet name in her ears spurs her on.]
M'not gonna fight you like your gym buddies. [She laughs, running her nails up the back of his neck and along his scalp, finding a solid grip in the longer hair on top of his head. Not fragile, sure, you asked for it. She pulls his hair, tipping his head back away from her neck to seize his mouth in another heated, biting kiss, leaving his lips as red as he made hers and muffling her moans with his mouth as the nails of her other hand dig into his shoulder.]
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