[Body still twitching a little from the post orgasmic bliss, Rumlow rubbed his face against his shoulder, smearing sweat onto his suit jacket. Still catching his breath, he grinned down at Bucky. Angry? Really?]
Why would I be angry?
[He asked, lifting his hand, tongue dragging across his palm to lap up the mess of come he'd smeared onto it. He was meticulous as ever, lowering his hand once he was sure it was clean as it was gonna get. He'd have to pull out to get the rest.]
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Why would I be angry?
[He asked, lifting his hand, tongue dragging across his palm to lap up the mess of come he'd smeared onto it. He was meticulous as ever, lowering his hand once he was sure it was clean as it was gonna get. He'd have to pull out to get the rest.]
That was hot as fuck.