[It was less a stream of consciousness and more a stream of cuss words that went through Rumlow's mind when Bucky started riding his cock like he was gonna die if he didn't. They were lucky the chair had shocks, the way he was slamming that ass down onto his lap. Rumlow chewed on the gag, breathing heavy through his nose as he made his muffled moans into the cloth. By now, all this was practiced ease for the likes of Bucky, so fucking perfect in just about everything he did. Made it so good for Rumlow, he almost missed Bucky's command.
His nails were biting into the seat, feet braced against the floor so the chair wouldn't slide around while Bucky moved. He growled, deep in his throat and reached up, yanking the gag out of his mouth. Spit soaked, it splatted against the desk while Rumlow pushed a hand up and under Bucky's shirt, over the length of his back. The other hand reached around, ghosting across Bucky's thigh before it went for his dick, hard and wet with precome.
Fingers wrapping around the thick, hot shaft, Rumlow began to jerk him off, tipping his head forward and nipping at the fabric of the Soldier's shirt. Fucking half dressed like this was turning Rumlow on too, adding to the whole 'desperate' theme that Bucky was working. Fuck, it was doing it for him. Bucky's ass was goddamn amazing, slick and tight -- the way he moaned, trying to keep himself quiet. God. Rumlow glanced towards his door. No one had seemed to notice yet, but that didn't mean they couldn't.]
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His nails were biting into the seat, feet braced against the floor so the chair wouldn't slide around while Bucky moved. He growled, deep in his throat and reached up, yanking the gag out of his mouth. Spit soaked, it splatted against the desk while Rumlow pushed a hand up and under Bucky's shirt, over the length of his back. The other hand reached around, ghosting across Bucky's thigh before it went for his dick, hard and wet with precome.
Fingers wrapping around the thick, hot shaft, Rumlow began to jerk him off, tipping his head forward and nipping at the fabric of the Soldier's shirt. Fucking half dressed like this was turning Rumlow on too, adding to the whole 'desperate' theme that Bucky was working. Fuck, it was doing it for him. Bucky's ass was goddamn amazing, slick and tight -- the way he moaned, trying to keep himself quiet. God. Rumlow glanced towards his door. No one had seemed to notice yet, but that didn't mean they couldn't.]