[God that was too good, Rumlow thought. Felt like being a fucking teenager again, getting rutted against in the locker room. He moved with him, of course, feeling the incredible smoothness of the metal hand on one end and the rock hard heat and blunt head of Bucky's cock on the other. Rumlow wanted to lick at his lips, but the gag wouldn't permit, leaving him to just grunt at every impact.
His focus sharpened again, eyes having gone distant under the onslaught of pleasure, at Bucky's query. How he knew about Rumlow having lube here was something of a question, but he wasn't going to ask (even if he could). He was about to lift a hand to point when Bucky changed plans. Rumlow squirmed a little when he was manhandled elsewhere, but that was mostly due to a lack of traction beneath his feet.
When he was sat down, Rumlow's brows furrowed, curious as to Bucky's next move. He did point out the drawer that contained what he was looking for, chewing at the gag absently. He glanced down at his cock, straining towards the ceiling, a bead of precome glistening on the ring. Was the lube for him, or for Bucky?]
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His focus sharpened again, eyes having gone distant under the onslaught of pleasure, at Bucky's query. How he knew about Rumlow having lube here was something of a question, but he wasn't going to ask (even if he could). He was about to lift a hand to point when Bucky changed plans. Rumlow squirmed a little when he was manhandled elsewhere, but that was mostly due to a lack of traction beneath his feet.
When he was sat down, Rumlow's brows furrowed, curious as to Bucky's next move. He did point out the drawer that contained what he was looking for, chewing at the gag absently. He glanced down at his cock, straining towards the ceiling, a bead of precome glistening on the ring. Was the lube for him, or for Bucky?]