[The seductive display (and Rumlow couldn't call it anything but) was fucking magnificent. Just as it had been on their date, any time the Soldier took a little initiative, Rumlow was left purring and pleased. He didn't think he'd ever tire of it, even if it only came trickling through when the Soldier felt brave or inspired enough (whatever his motivation, Rumlow wasn't sure).
Handing the Soldier the cloth, Rumlow lifted his brows, tail tightening around the asset's torso. They could just take a late night shower. Grab a clean washcloth, hop under the water and the steam, let the Soldier run his hands over his body -- he probably shouldn't let himself get lost in this daydream.]
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Handing the Soldier the cloth, Rumlow lifted his brows, tail tightening around the asset's torso. They could just take a late night shower. Grab a clean washcloth, hop under the water and the steam, let the Soldier run his hands over his body -- he probably shouldn't let himself get lost in this daydream.]
You wanna wash me?
[He asked, looking mildly amused.]