[The Soldier hitched and almost bolted up and away when Rumlow managed to shove them both to a standing position. He hissed and let out a loud groan as Rumlow's cock buried deep, forcing them both forwards until he slammed down on the desk with a sound that was probably heard from anyone who was even remotely close to the door. And yet, with his shirt hitching up, the hardness of the desk under his belly and chest and the flutter of papers, he hadn't thought it would be possible to feel even more hot.
His metal hand reached out to grasp the edge of Rumlow's desk, the wood making soft squeaky noises as he set his grip right in. He pressed back to the roll of Rumlow's hips, worrying at his own lower lip, but he also tipped his head back so that he could watch his commander out of one corner of his eye. His ass hitched higher, exposing himself more.]
So bad I would risk getting caught and tortured for this. [His lip was swollen from being worried, and he had enough sense left to throw Rumlow a wanton look.] Please Rumlow.
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His metal hand reached out to grasp the edge of Rumlow's desk, the wood making soft squeaky noises as he set his grip right in. He pressed back to the roll of Rumlow's hips, worrying at his own lower lip, but he also tipped his head back so that he could watch his commander out of one corner of his eye. His ass hitched higher, exposing himself more.]
So bad I would risk getting caught and tortured for this. [His lip was swollen from being worried, and he had enough sense left to throw Rumlow a wanton look.] Please Rumlow.