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[It was wonderful when all the carefully laid pieces fell into place like this, and he was pleased with the results as much as Rumlow playing along. He knew his commander didn't need to remain gagged, but Rumlow was being a sport about going along with it even as he completed the last objective of the mission that he had set out. He braced his feet on the floor and used his hands on the edge of the chair arms in order to support his weight now that he had Rumlow inside of him and he was sinking down even further.

He shifted and settled in Rumlow's lap a moment later, turning his head to watch his commander's face as he braced his palms on the arms and then lifted himself up quickly, stopping so that just the head remained inside of him. He squeezed with his muscles purposefully before sinking back down, setting a crushing rhythm with a roll of his hips to drive his commander up against the bundle of nerves that caused his jaw to slacken and his eyes to roll slightly towards the back of his skull. It felt so good; everything about this felt amazing.

He might not even mind if they were caught right now, even if he kept his noise to low deep rumbles from his chest as he pounded himself upon his commander's cock.]

Touch me. [It was not a request.]

[It was less a stream of consciousness and more a stream of cuss words that went through Rumlow's mind when Bucky started riding his cock like he was gonna die if he didn't. They were lucky the chair had shocks, the way he was slamming that ass down onto his lap. Rumlow chewed on the gag, breathing heavy through his nose as he made his muffled moans into the cloth. By now, all this was practiced ease for the likes of Bucky, so fucking perfect in just about everything he did. Made it so good for Rumlow, he almost missed Bucky's command.

His nails were biting into the seat, feet braced against the floor so the chair wouldn't slide around while Bucky moved. He growled, deep in his throat and reached up, yanking the gag out of his mouth. Spit soaked, it splatted against the desk while Rumlow pushed a hand up and under Bucky's shirt, over the length of his back. The other hand reached around, ghosting across Bucky's thigh before it went for his dick, hard and wet with precome.

Fingers wrapping around the thick, hot shaft, Rumlow began to jerk him off, tipping his head forward and nipping at the fabric of the Soldier's shirt. Fucking half dressed like this was turning Rumlow on too, adding to the whole 'desperate' theme that Bucky was working. Fuck, it was doing it for him. Bucky's ass was goddamn amazing, slick and tight -- the way he moaned, trying to keep himself quiet. God. Rumlow glanced towards his door. No one had seemed to notice yet, but that didn't mean they couldn't.]

[It was good that Rumlow had a well-oiled chair or else this entire event could have been a lot noisier than it was. He was certain that someone knew what was going on but was either ignoring it or listening in hopefully, but he was busy enjoying himself to care much about which it might be. Rumlow kept pushing so deep inside of him that he could only dedicate himself to one action and that was continuing to ride his commander into the cushioning.

And then it managed to get better. He couldn't regret the command with Rumlow's hands sneaking both under his shirt and around his front to take his own cock in hand. He chewed on his own lower lip in order to keep from growling louder, pressing himself harder into Rumlow's lap and increasing his tempo. He threw his head back, feeling his hair starting to cling to his neck, but he was fully in this moment, the danger of being caught but mostly just so thrilled with being together with Rumlow like this.

He clenched his muscles hard each time he momentarily settled in Rumlow's lap, shuddering. He felt the heat and pressure building, increasing his desperation. He was mindless to anything but the pleasure, panting and hissing between clenched teeth, needing to be quiet but no longer wanting to.]

Rumlow... [He sounded the name in a breathy rough voice.]

[It should be illegal to say his name like that, Rumlow thought. Sounded too delicious, too fucking sinful even for Hell. His breath hitched and he growled, nails raking down Bucky's back. All right, he thought. The Soldier wanted it rough and desperate? Rumlow could give that to him. He glanced over Bucky's shoulder at his desk in front of him. There were papers covering this half, shit he hadn't finished filling out of the day, files of incoming customers for punishment -- nothing that important.

He nipped once more at Bucky's shoulder, right over a scar, even through the shirt, relinquishing his hold on Bucky's dick. He needed his hands if he was gonna do this, after all. Bracing his hand on Bucky's stomach instead, Rumlow planted his feet on the ground, sure that his stance would be steady.

He waited for the right time before he made his move, shifting up onto his feet and taking Bucky with him. Sank his cock in as far as it would go, but Rumlow didn't have much distance to close. Instead he just took a step and tipped forwards. His hand swept the papers out of the way, ignoring the way they scattered across the floor. Bucky was bent over the desk, Rumlow coming down atop of him after. Talk about turning the tables, he thought, feeling his cock shift inside him.]

Tell me how bad you want me to fuck you, Bucky...

[Rumlow said, stilling but for the slow undulating roll of his hips against Bucky's ass. He was shoved up close, one hand braced against the desk, the other between Bucky's shoulder blades. Fingers bunched in the fabric, tugging the shirt up just a little more, exposing his ass and letting Rumlow get a nice look at how his cock looked shoved up in him.]

[The Soldier hitched and almost bolted up and away when Rumlow managed to shove them both to a standing position. He hissed and let out a loud groan as Rumlow's cock buried deep, forcing them both forwards until he slammed down on the desk with a sound that was probably heard from anyone who was even remotely close to the door. And yet, with his shirt hitching up, the hardness of the desk under his belly and chest and the flutter of papers, he hadn't thought it would be possible to feel even more hot.

His metal hand reached out to grasp the edge of Rumlow's desk, the wood making soft squeaky noises as he set his grip right in. He pressed back to the roll of Rumlow's hips, worrying at his own lower lip, but he also tipped his head back so that he could watch his commander out of one corner of his eye. His ass hitched higher, exposing himself more.]

So bad I would risk getting caught and tortured for this. [His lip was swollen from being worried, and he had enough sense left to throw Rumlow a wanton look.] Please Rumlow.

[Good fucking answer. God. Rumlow swore his cock swelled up even bigger just hearing Bucky say that. His lip curled into a smirk as his gaze raked over the display in front of him. If his eyes lingered a little too long on the arch of Bucky's back and how he canted his ass towards him just so, well. It was just that fucking gorgeous.

He pressed up against Bucky's shirt, hips drawing back, and back. Enough that he pulled out, watching Bucky's hole twitch at the loss -- Rumlow plowed back in real quick though, not about to punish Bucky after such a pretty little request. More the opposite, actually, picking up a sharp rhythm that was sure to send Bucky towards the edge.]

I'd kill them all before they'd touch you.

[Rumlow growled, the hand on the desk relocating to Bucky's hip, keeping him angled just right. Wanted to ram the blunt head of his cock right into Bucky's prostate as goddamn much as he could, fucking make him lose his mind. Rumlow moaned, but he kept it reeled in, most of the noise coming from the dull smack of his hips against Bucky's ass. Fuck, he thought though, a burst of heat shooting straight up his spine.]

[He released a sharp growl of displeasure when Rumlow pulled free of him, leaving an odd emptiness that he certainly did not enjoy. It was perhaps that emptiness being quite suddenly filled again without any pleas or prompting from him that caused the sharp groan escaping him, as his head tipped further back to almost rest on his shoulders. Rumlow's rhythm was unrelenting and swept any thought of making a play for taking back control again.]

I... I want to watch... let me watch that...

[It wouldn't happen he doubted. No one would be stupid enough to interrupt them right not given that it must be obvious what they were doing. The creak of the desk, the low moans for each other had to be a dead give away, especially when he leaned more of his weight on the desk and it gave little squeaks as the feet moved across the floor with the roughness of their play.

Almost instinctively as a way to balance himself, his wings bulged under his shirt and then the claws on each of the digits shredded the material so that his wings could burst free, stretching across Rumlow's desk and sending more papers scattering all over the place. His hips slammed on the edge of the desk with each beat of Rumlow's hips against his ass, marking that flesh with the rise of bruises from the continued pounding.]

[Bucky getting turned on at the thought of Rumlow going on a murdering spree was pretty much the icing on the cake. Rumlow's cock throbbed inside him, aching hard with how much he wished he could actually do it. (Once they were done, of course. He wasn't interested in getting interrupted.) He grinned though, sliding his hand back to Bucky's ass, palming at it and spreading his cheek wide so Rumlow could get a better look.]

Wanna see me put bullets in their heads, Bucky? [He asked, voice stuttering under the force of his thrusts.] Crush their skulls beneath my boots?

[He huffed, laughing softly at the image. There was movement outside the door, but like Bucky had surmised, Rumlow knew no one was really coming. Maybe they just didn't care, maybe they wanted to listen in. Rumlow didn't give a fuck, as long as no one tried to barge in mid-thrust. He groaned, eyes shutting for a few beats -- at least until he heard the sound of ripping cloth and opened them to see Bucky's wings sprouting from his back in a mass of dark feathers.

There was a joke in there somewhere about ringing Bucky's bell so he'd get his wings. Rumlow still didn't care about the papers, instead reaching for one wing and running his fingers through the pinions.]

[He groaned and his metal fingers dug into the desk, splintering the wood, and it was as much of a verbal reply as he could manage in the face of Rumlow's continued verbal bombardment. He could imagine it right now, which made the potential reality of it that much more potent, and he pressed his cheek harder to Rumlow's desk, feeling the coolness of the wood as a stark contrast to the beat of Rumlow's hips against his ass.

His wings shuddered, and he had a mind to fold them on his back but instead, they stretched towards Rumlow, caressing at his commander's hips and flexing with the feel of fingers moving the feathers. Maybe it was revenge for the horns, but he found the petting to the feathers highly sensitizing. His muscles clamped on Rumlow's cock in reply, and he pressed his ass back harder into the slap of Rumlow's hips on him.

He stretched across Rumlow's desk, still holding on but groaning loudly, tipping his head back again as the hot repetitious beat of his hips on the desk edge a painful reminder of the bruises he was about to walk away with. It only warmed him further, his pleasure rising and clamouring for completion as his hips stuttered and lost a bit of fluidity in their motions. He moved his flesh hand to try to stroke himself, the bite of the desk now on his wrist as well.]

[Harder, harder, Rumlow thought as he pummeled Bucky's ass. Drops of sweat coursed down his face, Rumlow licking them up as they gathered on his upper lip. He was hot, still half clothed, still wearing his suit coat. He rumbled, watching Bucky's hand sneak beneath him, almost tempted to snatch it away and force him to try and come from getting fucked alone. Too much effort though and Rumlow was spiraling higher towards his own climax.

He combed his fingers through Bucky's feathers, knowing full well the effect it had on Bucky. Revenge indeed. With the reaction Bucky was giving, Rumlow wasn't likely to stop anytime soon. Even if it did have Bucky breaking his desk. Oops. Oh well. Ain't nothing he couldn't replace.]

Gonna come for me, Bucky?

[Rumlow asked, huffing as he kept up the punishing rhythm, his free hand coming back down to Bucky's ass and giving it a firm grope. The desk was creaking under the strain, even groaning as it scooted a few centimeters across the office's floor. God, he was getting close.]

Say it... [He growled, commanded.] Fuck..!

[His hair was clinging to his neck and his cheeks, his ribs expanding with each desperate breath, the sound of their antics only disrupted by the squeal of the desk sliding a little further along the floor. His shirt where it wasn't ripped from his wings emerging had begun to cling to his back, bunching from both Rumlow's previous hold and his own sweat, and it hiked higher as he moved his hips with each thrust.

He let out a grunting growl at the pleasure that seemed to spiral through him from the tips of his feather to the base of his wings, which give such a dramatic shuddering and extended. His mind seemed to momentarily white with pleasure, but the pinch to his wrist was enough to keep him stroking himself in time with their mad thrusting against each other. He even managed to hook a finger in the drawer under him and pry it open quietly.]

Yes sir... [He moaned the last part out because he was on the brink, ready to find release and Rumlow's next hard thrust drove him right off the edge. He let out a soft shout that might have been Rumlow's name as he pressed the head of his cock into Rumlow's desk drawer and came into it with jerking strokes of his hand.

He jammed his ass back against Rumlow's cock as all of his muscles bore down on his commander, and he had to settle his forehead onto the desk as his metal fingers finished splintering some of the wood on Rumlow's desk. This was definitely worth the risk.]

[The last thing Rumlow was gonna pay attention to was a drawer. Not that he could really see from this angle anyway, too busy listening to Bucky moan and feeling his ass tighten up like a fucking vice. The cracking of his desk beneath Bucky's grip only got peripheral attention, he was so focused on his own climax. His hips snapped, then he shuddered, pulling out and growling as his hand took over, stroking his cock as he aimed it at Bucky's ass and back.

It only took a few before he started to come, huffing as each thick stream of come streaked across Bucky's skin. Painted him with a few drops too, as the initial spurts died off. He panted, pressing his palm against Bucky's ass to hold him in place. Better to leave the mess outside, instead of Bucky having to walk around dripping. Rumlow licked his lips, directing his cock back towards Bucky's fucked open hole. He pushed back in, groaning low as his cock was once encompassed by that wonderful heat.]

're goddamn perfect, Bucky...

[Rumlow slurred, sinking in to the hilt. He looked over the mess he'd made, the thick pearly stripes of come and Rumlow wiped his hand across them, smearing them into Bucky's skin. Probably ought to clean him off, but Rumlow figured they could use a breather first.]

[He released himself into the desk drawer, stroking himself through the entire orgasm even if half of his attention was directed back to what Rumlow was doing. The emptiness was distracting, even as he felt hot seed spattering on his skin, aware that Rumlow was laying claim to him for on purpose or another. This was not the first time that his commander had done this, and he found it a perfectly acceptable way to end their session together, even as he finished up himself and then pushed the desk drawer closed again.

He groaned sharply when Rumlow pushed back inside of him too, arching his shoulders back even as the claws on his wing digits skittered across the desk searching for purchase. He withdrew his metal hand from the edge of the desk, reaching back to hike his ruined shirt up so that the pooling semen slipped down his spine, not that it mattered. His shirt was definitely ruined, but the come mingled with his sweat, just another source of claim as he panted against the desk.]

You... aren't so bad yourself. [He was panting and shivering, just resting where he was laid over the desk and shifting his weight.] You aren't angry with me for arranging this?

[Body still twitching a little from the post orgasmic bliss, Rumlow rubbed his face against his shoulder, smearing sweat onto his suit jacket. Still catching his breath, he grinned down at Bucky. Angry? Really?]

Why would I be angry?

[He asked, lifting his hand, tongue dragging across his palm to lap up the mess of come he'd smeared onto it. He was meticulous as ever, lowering his hand once he was sure it was clean as it was gonna get. He'd have to pull out to get the rest.]

That was hot as fuck.

Because you could get in trouble for not starting your work shift on time. Because I technically lied to you in order to get you in your office alone?

[He made it a point not to lie to Rumlow after all, and not just because the man happened to be his commander. He found it much easier when he was honest, even if the words didn't always come as he wanted them to. He certainly didn't want Rumlow to get into trouble because of something that he had done, even if he accepted to a degree that it was inevitable.

He pressed himself back on Rumlow and then set his hands on the desk pushing his shoulders up and then rising so that he could lean against his commander's chest. He smeared some of the mess back on Rumlow in the process, but his hands reached behind him so that he could curl his fingers loosely at the back of his commander's neck.]

Is that permission to try something like this again in future?

[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.

[Rumlow chuckled.]

[His wings shifted and pressed to Rumlow's chest, unable to fold at present given that he was pressing himself back against his commander. His fingers rubbed and scratched the back of Rumlow's neck, all affection and simply savouring the closeness that they currently had as all the sensations settled back down and the pleasure ebbed back to a manageable level. The nibbling certainly didn't help his concentration and intentions to leave.

His wing and then shoulders shuddered with the touch, and he sighed as he turned his head.]

No, I thoroughly enjoyed the look on your face when you realized my ruse. I want to see it again.

[He glanced towards the door of the office and shifted his weight.]

I should go. The longer I'm here, the more likely someone is going to suspect.

[Well, Rumlow couldn't really blame Bucky for that one. He was sure he had looked pretty damn surprised. Being slammed onto a desk wasn't a typical day at work, despite being in Hell.

Rumlow hummed a note and gave Bucky one more nip, rough enough to leave a mark. For a little while at least. He wasn't going to be the only one looking claimed.]

I'm sure you'll figure out something, sweetheart. [He shifted with Bucky and, reluctantly, pulled out, the cooler air on his cock making him shiver. Stepping back, he grabbed at his pants, pulling them up along with his underwear, tucking himself back inside before doing up the zip. He shrugged out of his coat and glanced down to check if his shirt was as soiled as he thought it would be.] Let me fix you up a little first.

[Rumlow said, smacking Bucky's ass lightly to get him to turn around.]

[The Soldier definitely would. The world of possibilities was endless, and he had just stumbled on the fact that he could do anything that he wanted. Rumlow didn't seem to mind at all given how things had ended, so that meant that he was free to explore his creative side as long as no one was hurt and inanimate objects weren't too destroyed in the process.

He shivered and stepped forward with the slap to his ass, pulling his wings back into his shoulders with a sickening wet sound before he turned around and began to pull up his own underwear. He was surprisingly clean as he pulled up his underwear then pants and reached beyond Rumlow to snatch the man's coat.

He leaned in, kissing Rumlow's lips.]

I left you a gift in your desk drawer. Have a good shift, handsome.

[Taking Rumlow's coat to hide his ruined shirt, he ghosted from the office and was gone.]

[Blinking as he was kissed, Rumlow wondered how Bucky wasn't more of a mess and then -- A gift? He was so caught in the thought of what that meant that he didn't even think about Bucky stealing his jacket. He sort of stared after him as he left, jacket covering most of the tatters of his shirt.]

Thanks..?

[And then, once Bucky was gone, started checking his drawers. One, in particular, was partially open. He looked inside.]

God dammit Bucky...

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