[He groaned and his metal fingers dug into the desk, splintering the wood, and it was as much of a verbal reply as he could manage in the face of Rumlow's continued verbal bombardment. He could imagine it right now, which made the potential reality of it that much more potent, and he pressed his cheek harder to Rumlow's desk, feeling the coolness of the wood as a stark contrast to the beat of Rumlow's hips against his ass.
His wings shuddered, and he had a mind to fold them on his back but instead, they stretched towards Rumlow, caressing at his commander's hips and flexing with the feel of fingers moving the feathers. Maybe it was revenge for the horns, but he found the petting to the feathers highly sensitizing. His muscles clamped on Rumlow's cock in reply, and he pressed his ass back harder into the slap of Rumlow's hips on him.
He stretched across Rumlow's desk, still holding on but groaning loudly, tipping his head back again as the hot repetitious beat of his hips on the desk edge a painful reminder of the bruises he was about to walk away with. It only warmed him further, his pleasure rising and clamouring for completion as his hips stuttered and lost a bit of fluidity in their motions. He moved his flesh hand to try to stroke himself, the bite of the desk now on his wrist as well.]
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Date: 2017-01-09 12:05 am (UTC)His wings shuddered, and he had a mind to fold them on his back but instead, they stretched towards Rumlow, caressing at his commander's hips and flexing with the feel of fingers moving the feathers. Maybe it was revenge for the horns, but he found the petting to the feathers highly sensitizing. His muscles clamped on Rumlow's cock in reply, and he pressed his ass back harder into the slap of Rumlow's hips on him.
He stretched across Rumlow's desk, still holding on but groaning loudly, tipping his head back again as the hot repetitious beat of his hips on the desk edge a painful reminder of the bruises he was about to walk away with. It only warmed him further, his pleasure rising and clamouring for completion as his hips stuttered and lost a bit of fluidity in their motions. He moved his flesh hand to try to stroke himself, the bite of the desk now on his wrist as well.]