His skin aching and tingling from where Rumlow's teeth sink into his throat, leaving a red trail along the crook of his neck, and James has to make a concentrated effort not to laugh. So yeah, Rumlow's right. He usually is. There's just way too much clothing going around and something's definitely got to be done about it. Rumlow's never been much of a foreplay kinda guy, anyway. All the clothes between them must be just an annoying obstacle to him.
"Roger that," James says, a hint of laughter in his voice.
Getting Rumlow's pants off means he needs to lower the other man down from his perch against his thigh. This would've been easier - and faster - if he had two hands to speed this along, but since he doesn't, since he won't until the fancy prototype prosthetic is ready, James has to figure how to strip Rumlow from the waist down one-handed. Thankfully he's kicked off his shoes so he doesn't need to embarrass himself fumbling with the laces, because nothing would kill the mood than having to ask Rumlow to help a second time.
It'll take awhile to get Rumlow's pants and underwear edged down past his thighs and knees and ankles. It involves James having to alternate between tugging each side down and maybe it's not as sexy as he would've liked, because it feels like it's taking forever and it's a chore when he doesn't have another hand free to grope along the back of Rumlow's exposed thigh while he's tugging his waistband down at the same time. Eventually, though, he gets there. Rumlow's gradually naked from the waist down, his thick cock stiff and inviting.
James doesn't think to ask if he'd like his shirt removed too. Almost as if on instinct he gravitates toward the other man's bobbing cock, slowly settling down on his knees so he can nuzzle against Rumlow's heat with his face and tease his lips against its shaft with kisses, each one soft and indulgent like when he'd kissed his cheek and jaw.
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"Roger that," James says, a hint of laughter in his voice.
Getting Rumlow's pants off means he needs to lower the other man down from his perch against his thigh. This would've been easier - and faster - if he had two hands to speed this along, but since he doesn't, since he won't until the fancy prototype prosthetic is ready, James has to figure how to strip Rumlow from the waist down one-handed. Thankfully he's kicked off his shoes so he doesn't need to embarrass himself fumbling with the laces, because nothing would kill the mood than having to ask Rumlow to help a second time.
It'll take awhile to get Rumlow's pants and underwear edged down past his thighs and knees and ankles. It involves James having to alternate between tugging each side down and maybe it's not as sexy as he would've liked, because it feels like it's taking forever and it's a chore when he doesn't have another hand free to grope along the back of Rumlow's exposed thigh while he's tugging his waistband down at the same time. Eventually, though, he gets there. Rumlow's gradually naked from the waist down, his thick cock stiff and inviting.
James doesn't think to ask if he'd like his shirt removed too. Almost as if on instinct he gravitates toward the other man's bobbing cock, slowly settling down on his knees so he can nuzzle against Rumlow's heat with his face and tease his lips against its shaft with kisses, each one soft and indulgent like when he'd kissed his cheek and jaw.