[Bucky getting turned on at the thought of Rumlow going on a murdering spree was pretty much the icing on the cake. Rumlow's cock throbbed inside him, aching hard with how much he wished he could actually do it. (Once they were done, of course. He wasn't interested in getting interrupted.) He grinned though, sliding his hand back to Bucky's ass, palming at it and spreading his cheek wide so Rumlow could get a better look.]
Wanna see me put bullets in their heads, Bucky? [He asked, voice stuttering under the force of his thrusts.] Crush their skulls beneath my boots?
[He huffed, laughing softly at the image. There was movement outside the door, but like Bucky had surmised, Rumlow knew no one was really coming. Maybe they just didn't care, maybe they wanted to listen in. Rumlow didn't give a fuck, as long as no one tried to barge in mid-thrust. He groaned, eyes shutting for a few beats -- at least until he heard the sound of ripping cloth and opened them to see Bucky's wings sprouting from his back in a mass of dark feathers.
There was a joke in there somewhere about ringing Bucky's bell so he'd get his wings. Rumlow still didn't care about the papers, instead reaching for one wing and running his fingers through the pinions.]
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Date: 2017-01-08 11:41 pm (UTC)Wanna see me put bullets in their heads, Bucky? [He asked, voice stuttering under the force of his thrusts.] Crush their skulls beneath my boots?
[He huffed, laughing softly at the image. There was movement outside the door, but like Bucky had surmised, Rumlow knew no one was really coming. Maybe they just didn't care, maybe they wanted to listen in. Rumlow didn't give a fuck, as long as no one tried to barge in mid-thrust. He groaned, eyes shutting for a few beats -- at least until he heard the sound of ripping cloth and opened them to see Bucky's wings sprouting from his back in a mass of dark feathers.
There was a joke in there somewhere about ringing Bucky's bell so he'd get his wings. Rumlow still didn't care about the papers, instead reaching for one wing and running his fingers through the pinions.]