Rumlow very nearly rolls his eyes, but he likes this. He likes James' comments, the way he moves forward so seamlessly with what he does.
Thing is, whether James asks him for help or not, Rumlow does immediately move to help get his own clothes off- to make it faster of course, not to actually help James, or so he tells himself. He helps shove his pants down, and then his underwear, so it isn't such a chore after all. He fully appreciates James groping him all the while, though. There truly isn't a damn thing that isn't sexy about this.
The sexiest thing though, is when James settles down onto his knees, chasing after what he wants. Rumlow groans, his hand sliding back through long strands to grip them, hips jutting forward as James nuzzles against him.
"Fuck.... you always know what I like. Always know what I want." A compliment, perhaps. Maybe James has earned it, and Rumlow tries not to think too hard about why he's giving it.
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Thing is, whether James asks him for help or not, Rumlow does immediately move to help get his own clothes off- to make it faster of course, not to actually help James, or so he tells himself. He helps shove his pants down, and then his underwear, so it isn't such a chore after all. He fully appreciates James groping him all the while, though. There truly isn't a damn thing that isn't sexy about this.
The sexiest thing though, is when James settles down onto his knees, chasing after what he wants. Rumlow groans, his hand sliding back through long strands to grip them, hips jutting forward as James nuzzles against him.
"Fuck.... you always know what I like. Always know what I want." A compliment, perhaps. Maybe James has earned it, and Rumlow tries not to think too hard about why he's giving it.