[Another hissed out curse escaped Rumlow's lips when Bucky told him. The pressure of his weight keeping him trapped between the immovable desk and Bucky's equally hard body kept growing, pitching his adrenaline to a level even higher than before. He lost his grip on Bucky's hair, his head tipping to move with the pull to his own. He groaned low, guttural, bucking his hips back roughly.]
The fuck would I send you away?
[He asked, letting out a coarse laugh. His eyes looked wild as he peered out of his peripheral, trying to see what kind of expression Bucky wore. His dick was quickly stiffening, pressing at the fabric of his inseam. God, he was into this shit, and now that Bucky could actually go all the way, Rumlow was damn eager to see what he'd try next.]
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The fuck would I send you away?
[He asked, letting out a coarse laugh. His eyes looked wild as he peered out of his peripheral, trying to see what kind of expression Bucky wore. His dick was quickly stiffening, pressing at the fabric of his inseam. God, he was into this shit, and now that Bucky could actually go all the way, Rumlow was damn eager to see what he'd try next.]