James's back arches downward, practically shoving his ass onto his fingers. It's painful even for him at this point. Something snaps inside of him when James answers... I don't.
It's just the precursor for more words, but they get stuck in Rumlow's head anyway. They get stuck there in a weird, twisted way-- this feels bad. Made worse by the glint of those heavy tears forming on a wildly panicked face. Rumlow isn't the type to feel bad, or feel guilt- he has his way with his Soldier every chance he gets. But this?
This god damn deep cover is working miracles, apparently.
James tries to push back against him and Rumlow lets go of his hair, pulls his fingers out of his ass. He lets up, stepping back to give James the room he needs to untrap himself from the sink and cabinets below.
Maybe after this- James won't even want to be his anymore. He feels sick.
"Fuck this," he growls out, yanking his pants up harshly, tucking himself in his underwear but leaving his pants open. "I'm gonna go jerk myself off. Clean yourself up."
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It's just the precursor for more words, but they get stuck in Rumlow's head anyway. They get stuck there in a weird, twisted way-- this feels bad. Made worse by the glint of those heavy tears forming on a wildly panicked face. Rumlow isn't the type to feel bad, or feel guilt- he has his way with his Soldier every chance he gets. But this?
This god damn deep cover is working miracles, apparently.
James tries to push back against him and Rumlow lets go of his hair, pulls his fingers out of his ass. He lets up, stepping back to give James the room he needs to untrap himself from the sink and cabinets below.
Maybe after this- James won't even want to be his anymore. He feels sick.
"Fuck this," he growls out, yanking his pants up harshly, tucking himself in his underwear but leaving his pants open. "I'm gonna go jerk myself off. Clean yourself up."