[It should be illegal to say his name like that, Rumlow thought. Sounded too delicious, too fucking sinful even for Hell. His breath hitched and he growled, nails raking down Bucky's back. All right, he thought. The Soldier wanted it rough and desperate? Rumlow could give that to him. He glanced over Bucky's shoulder at his desk in front of him. There were papers covering this half, shit he hadn't finished filling out of the day, files of incoming customers for punishment -- nothing that important.
He nipped once more at Bucky's shoulder, right over a scar, even through the shirt, relinquishing his hold on Bucky's dick. He needed his hands if he was gonna do this, after all. Bracing his hand on Bucky's stomach instead, Rumlow planted his feet on the ground, sure that his stance would be steady.
He waited for the right time before he made his move, shifting up onto his feet and taking Bucky with him. Sank his cock in as far as it would go, but Rumlow didn't have much distance to close. Instead he just took a step and tipped forwards. His hand swept the papers out of the way, ignoring the way they scattered across the floor. Bucky was bent over the desk, Rumlow coming down atop of him after. Talk about turning the tables, he thought, feeling his cock shift inside him.]
Tell me how bad you want me to fuck you, Bucky...
[Rumlow said, stilling but for the slow undulating roll of his hips against Bucky's ass. He was shoved up close, one hand braced against the desk, the other between Bucky's shoulder blades. Fingers bunched in the fabric, tugging the shirt up just a little more, exposing his ass and letting Rumlow get a nice look at how his cock looked shoved up in him.]
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Date: 2017-01-08 10:05 pm (UTC)He nipped once more at Bucky's shoulder, right over a scar, even through the shirt, relinquishing his hold on Bucky's dick. He needed his hands if he was gonna do this, after all. Bracing his hand on Bucky's stomach instead, Rumlow planted his feet on the ground, sure that his stance would be steady.
He waited for the right time before he made his move, shifting up onto his feet and taking Bucky with him. Sank his cock in as far as it would go, but Rumlow didn't have much distance to close. Instead he just took a step and tipped forwards. His hand swept the papers out of the way, ignoring the way they scattered across the floor. Bucky was bent over the desk, Rumlow coming down atop of him after. Talk about turning the tables, he thought, feeling his cock shift inside him.]
Tell me how bad you want me to fuck you, Bucky...
[Rumlow said, stilling but for the slow undulating roll of his hips against Bucky's ass. He was shoved up close, one hand braced against the desk, the other between Bucky's shoulder blades. Fingers bunched in the fabric, tugging the shirt up just a little more, exposing his ass and letting Rumlow get a nice look at how his cock looked shoved up in him.]