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[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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