[Bucky wasn't wrong, but the intent behind the lie was more important. It wasn't like he'd actually planned on sabotaging him or anything. Rumlow could forgive him. Would forgive him. Hell, he already had.
He groaned when Bucky moved though, getting back on his feet and pressing Rumlow's cock in deep with the movement. His eyes fluttered closed, letting out a slow moan. He ducked his head and kissed Bucky's neck, nibbling gently. His shirt was probably getting the brunt of the mess, but he had a spare, thankfully. Getting stained up was pretty common on his shifts with punishment, considering.
Rumlow lifted his clean hand up to run through Bucky's feathers, stroking his wings with obvious affection.]
It's fine, Bucky. And if you want. Might have to get a little more creative though. Or, y'know. Just ask.
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He groaned when Bucky moved though, getting back on his feet and pressing Rumlow's cock in deep with the movement. His eyes fluttered closed, letting out a slow moan. He ducked his head and kissed Bucky's neck, nibbling gently. His shirt was probably getting the brunt of the mess, but he had a spare, thankfully. Getting stained up was pretty common on his shifts with punishment, considering.
Rumlow lifted his clean hand up to run through Bucky's feathers, stroking his wings with obvious affection.]
It's fine, Bucky. And if you want. Might have to get a little more creative though. Or, y'know. Just ask.
[Rumlow chuckled.]