[The teasing touch his navel has Rumlow lifting a brow, the muscles of his stomach hitching slightly. It was an odd sensation, usually done by a tongue rather than a finger but he wasn't going to chide the Soldier about it or anything. The nipple now, he thought with a rumble, that was a play he rolled with easily. He maintained the same stare the Soldier leveled him with. There was heat in his gaze, however, and he was beginning to wonder whether the Solider only had cleaning in mind.
He could easily aim his thoughts that way, let the sensation of the warm, wet cloth running across his skin and the view of the Soldier's (unreasonably attractive) face work him into a state of arousal. What Rumlow was more curious about was whether or not it was the Soldier's intent rather than his own. Would he instigate without further prompting?]
no subject
He could easily aim his thoughts that way, let the sensation of the warm, wet cloth running across his skin and the view of the Soldier's (unreasonably attractive) face work him into a state of arousal. What Rumlow was more curious about was whether or not it was the Soldier's intent rather than his own. Would he instigate without further prompting?]
I'm curious to hear your ideas.
[Rumlow said, grinning.]