[Just getting started, Bucky said. Rumlow almost dreaded it. As it stood, he was pretty well sated right now, in no rush for more for at least a while. He groaned and scrubbed at his face, flopping back against the bed once Bucky was done contorting him like a pretzel. He was covered in scrapes and bite marks and was deeply sore, but he was relaxed. Felt like a million bucks. (There was a pun in there, but he was too tired to try and make it.)
He ran his hands lightly over Bucky in affection, humming as he gave him a kiss and gave himself a second before he answered the question. Pushing the hair from his forehead, Rumlow stared at Bucky blearily, wetting his lips.]
Mm. Like fourteen or fifteen.
[The time period was a little vague, but the event itself, Rumlow remembered pretty well. Not that it was something he revisited often, but he had a pretty good memory. He wondered if Bucky was going to ask him about it.]
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He ran his hands lightly over Bucky in affection, humming as he gave him a kiss and gave himself a second before he answered the question. Pushing the hair from his forehead, Rumlow stared at Bucky blearily, wetting his lips.]
Mm. Like fourteen or fifteen.
[The time period was a little vague, but the event itself, Rumlow remembered pretty well. Not that it was something he revisited often, but he had a pretty good memory. He wondered if Bucky was going to ask him about it.]