[He released himself into the desk drawer, stroking himself through the entire orgasm even if half of his attention was directed back to what Rumlow was doing. The emptiness was distracting, even as he felt hot seed spattering on his skin, aware that Rumlow was laying claim to him for on purpose or another. This was not the first time that his commander had done this, and he found it a perfectly acceptable way to end their session together, even as he finished up himself and then pushed the desk drawer closed again.
He groaned sharply when Rumlow pushed back inside of him too, arching his shoulders back even as the claws on his wing digits skittered across the desk searching for purchase. He withdrew his metal hand from the edge of the desk, reaching back to hike his ruined shirt up so that the pooling semen slipped down his spine, not that it mattered. His shirt was definitely ruined, but the come mingled with his sweat, just another source of claim as he panted against the desk.]
You... aren't so bad yourself. [He was panting and shivering, just resting where he was laid over the desk and shifting his weight.] You aren't angry with me for arranging this?
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He groaned sharply when Rumlow pushed back inside of him too, arching his shoulders back even as the claws on his wing digits skittered across the desk searching for purchase. He withdrew his metal hand from the edge of the desk, reaching back to hike his ruined shirt up so that the pooling semen slipped down his spine, not that it mattered. His shirt was definitely ruined, but the come mingled with his sweat, just another source of claim as he panted against the desk.]
You... aren't so bad yourself. [He was panting and shivering, just resting where he was laid over the desk and shifting his weight.] You aren't angry with me for arranging this?