Most societies have certain mores that are unspoken rules; humanity itself even has such conventions, grilled subconsciously into our minds for our own safety. Don't go out alone at night. Avoid getting wet when it's cold. Don't pick fights with those stronger than you...okay, some of us missed the boat on the last one, but the point still stands. Society's rules tend to be more variable, though they apply to most aspects of life - including sex. In fact, bending the rules on what's considered acceptable in romance and sexual encounters can lead to anything from ostracization to death, depending on the time and culture.
So, play it close to the chest if you're going to do a big, big, big t a b o o. Is it worth the risk?
How to Play
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Prompts
A G E ( DIFFERENCE ) - light of my life, fire of my loins. you're supposed to stick to those your own age, but you can't resist.
I N C E S T - you're of the same blood, yet something draws you together. you'll keep your secret thicker than water.
C H E A T I N G - when you were young, they should have taught you to not take things that belong to other people.
I N ( PUBLIC ) - to involve unsuspecting others in your sex is insidious, but you can't resist it.
S U P E R F L U O U S - some conservative societies view sex outside procreational purposes as taboo. that means anal, oral, and toys are all no-go.
F I X A T I O N - you're nearly obsessed with one part of your partner - breasts, ass, lips...whatever the case may be, you always focus on that.
D E V I A N C Y ( IN SUBURBIA ) - there are some things that should be sacred. the home should be one of those. should.
S I Z E - pick on someone your own size. couples with large size difference, be it height or weight, can be looked down upon; don't let that get you down.
P H O B I A - unfortunately, in some societies, being with someone of the same gender is a taboo, no matter how much progress the modern world has made.
F E T I S H - some just can't get off without their fetish, and the varieties run the gamut: feet, crossdressing, autoerotic asphyxiation, foodplay, bondage...it goes on and on.
U N E X P E C T E D ( DOMINATION/SUBMISSION ) - the masculine must be dominant. the feminine must be submissive. what if you're dominant in life, though, and just want to be submissive in the bedroom.
V I O L E N T - more than mere lover's spats, what goes on between you two is dangerous. if people knew, they'd be horrified. still, you can't stop.
F O R B I D D E N ( LOVE ) - your relationship may be taboo, but there's genuine love in your copulation. this isn't merely a thrill.
L O O S E - monogamy isn't what you're after. no matter how looked down upon it is, you're going to have fun while you can.
S T U D E N T / T E A C H E R - what goes on between the sheets is not an appropriate subject matter to teach. there's so much to lose; is it a smart game to play?
A U T H O R I T Y - perhaps they're the boss, the president, the king, but you, you're a lowly peon. are they using their powers over you or is this something you both want?
I N T E R S P E C I E S - kind finds kind, and don't you be a traitor by being with one of them.
B E S T I A L I T Y - one of the most primal taboos. will you go into that moral wilderness?
S O C I A L ( CLASS ) - the rich. the poor. it's like they're in two different worlds. what will the uppercrust say if they saw their golden child with a tramp?
C E L I B A C Y - you are supposed to keep your chastity, but things are never that easy.
S T O C K H O L M - prisoners should never fall for their guards.
D U T I E S - whether it be saving the world or being the world's best bodyguard, your sworn quest and purpose keeps you from enjoying the sins of the flesh - especially with your charges.
I N N O C E N C E - one of you is much more worldly, and to ruin the "innocence" of the other feels unclean.
F E R T I L E - you aren't supposed to find mothers or fathers sexually alluring. however, there's something so enticing about fertility...perhaps even pregnancy.
C O R R U P T I O N - society expects you to treat your partner well, not try to destroy them through sexual degradation.
N O N C O N S E N S U A L - consent is rightfully important to a healthy sexual relationship. to break that trust is taboo. |
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"N-no!" James blurts. Panicked, he jerks forward in his seat, his hand gripped tight against the armrest. "I mean, stay. Please?"
He doesn't know why he's surprised Rumlow immediately calls him out on his shit.
Even with the deep cover programming, the way Rumlow displays his displeasure - how much, the hard tone of his voice as a handler - has a way of tugging deep at the Asset's inherent need to comply. Maybe his obedience translates differently in that "James" sometimes talks back, thinks he's speaking his mind when the reality is he has none, but when push comes to shove he'll always fold before his handler. As expected, James looks like he's shitting bricks at the very idea Rumlow could get pissed off enough to bail...and it'd all be because he couldn't keep it together in front of him.
Swallowing, heart hammering in his chest, James shakes his head and reaches out to lay his hand on Rumlow's where it'd stilled against his ankle. "Sorry. Promise I'll cool it with the pity party."
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Thing is, he doesn't have to get used to it, he tells himself. He's in control here. He can still get James to do what he wants. Right now it's to stop the guilt spiral and the pity party.
His gaze slides down to James' hand placed on his own. He hesitates, just staring at it for a long moment, then turns his hand and curls his finger's around James's. "Good. We don't need any'a that, right? We're both right where we wanna be."
He even goes so far as to squeeze the other man's hand before letting go and continues to finish tying up his boots, then pats his leg. "Alright. Let's get the hell outta here.
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Rumlow moves onto the next order of business and he figures that's his cue to do the same. There's no personal belongings to grab and for a second, maybe, he might even think that's a little weird he's got nothing he needs to grab to take with him. But then Rumlow's already moving out the door and James has to hurry to catch up to the other man, taking several long strides until he can fall into place to his side and a step just behind.
"So where're we going?" It's one of those innocent questions that, typically, the Winter Soldier's never thought to ask. He'd know only if he was told, and only the bare minimum of details for a mission. But James is capable of being curious and he's wondering how private it'll be, when he can get Rumlow to himself or if he'll be forced to wait on "thanking" him properly. "Is it just you on leave or is it the rest of STRIKE too?"
He's really hoping it's the former. Otherwise he's gonna have to share Rumlow with the rest of the team and that probably means drinks and shitty bar food and Rumlow getting caught up in work gossip with the other STRIKE members.
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The questions are new- different. They annoy Rumlow for a moment or two, but he gets his head in the game. This is his job, his mission just as much as it is the Asset's mission. Difference is, he's the one in control here. He isn't going to be beat down if it doesn't go well.
He wants his Soldier to perform optimally, though. It's important to him.
"It's just me on leave." Rumlow leads him out of the facility for the first time in a long time. This is it. This is the moment where the Soldier is back in the real world, in a way. Will he fall into line, or will he fall apart? "I've got a place here now. Figured it would be better if I could stay with you while on leave." Hopefully that'll feed nicely into James being wanted. Being important enough for Rumlow to want to stay here.
Thing is--- he does.
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But what Rumlow says next makes him forget all about startling blue sky.
"That's..." James eats it hook, line and sinker. He'd been hoping to get just a few hours with Rumlow. But the news he's crashing at his place? The idea that he wants to make sure he's doing okay, healing up where he can monitor him...personally? Now he's glad he's a little behind Rumlow so he can't see him blushing again. "Sounds like a plan to me." Don't sound too excited or he'll think you're desperate to get even more spoiled. "We walking or driving?"
He's unaware both would be novel experiences: driving in a vehicle that doesn't have blacked out windows (or no windows), and walking just for walking, able to look around at everything and enjoy the view? He's only a few feet from the facility's entrance and already James is looking around like a wide-eyed tourist, taking in the hedges, a family off in the distance with a balloon and a leashed dog, lingering on a cafe as if he's almost remembering what coffee tastes like.
If he spots the guards stationed here and there, James seems to glaze over them as if they don't exist. Part of his programming, really, to be blind to the security details around the perimeters, armed in case he pulls a runner on Rumlow. It says a lot about Rumlow's hold on his mind, his subconscious, that the Soldier doesn't try to escape as soon as he gets his first real breath of fresh air in who knows how long.
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He almost pulls his sunglasses out to hand to James, but- he sure as fuck isn't gonna baby him, or spoil him. That's not what he's here for, and he's gotta learn to figure his own shit out.
"Driving. I've got my truck parked around back. Pull your hood up." Maybe they should've given James a haircut. Make him look a little less recognizable. The guy looks so different without his gear or his arm though, that it likely won't be a problem. But still. Best to be on the ball.
He leads them to the garage behind the facility, pulling his keys out as they approach. His eyes are on James the whole time, unwavering. It's like watching a kid in a candy shop, taking it all in for the first time. It leaves Rumlow feeling a little uneasy, but he shoves that feeling far down and opens the door for James to get in. "Place ain't too far from here. Get in."
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Rumlow, as always, is right.
Following Rumlow to the parking garage, he's aware the man's looking at him. Maybe making sure he's actually good to travel, which, James would like to point out, he clearly is because he was able to walk out the door without collapsing and the pain from his missing arm's faded, so there's really no need to watch him like a hawk. James walks right past the parking garage's guards flanking its entrance, each one armed with assault rifles and sedatives specifically designed to drop him, and he doesn't even flick a glance at their body armor or weapons. They might as be as relevant as the concrete pillars or the elevator.
He flashes Rumlow a surprised grin when he holds the truck's door for him like he can't do it himself - how...chivalrous? - and then he slides into the passenger's seat, reaching up to get the seatbelt and strap himself in.
James doesn't hide the fact he's gazing out the window as Rumlow pulls the truck out of the parking garage. Signs of stores and restaurants flash past. A park with a pond and a birthday party taking up the outdoors tables. There's a black car following them but like the guards, he's been programmed not to register the backup contingency keeping an eye on them. To James, it's just a lazy Sunday he gets to have with Rumlow.
"Y'know, I saw a cafe back there. We could try it," he suddenly remarks, glancing away from the window to study Rumlow's profile for signs of approval. "Not a date date, I mean, I know you don't do dates," he adds hurriedly. "But could be nice? Hike and coffee after?"
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He waits for James to get in and buckle up before he heads around the the drivers seat and gets in. He glances at James for a moment, then nods and starts the car, driving away from the facility. It's like any other mission- except not.
It may be quiet, but not uncomfortably. Rumlow isn't big on small talk and he sees James is busy looking at all the sights of the city- it's like the first time he's ever seen any of it, and in some ways it is. The Asset pays attention to nothing else but the mission. Probably doesn't have any idea where he exists. James, though- he's curious, trying to take it all in. Rumlow just hopes it doesn't trigger anything.
He does snort softly when James mentions the cafe, his eyebrows sliding up. "A hike? You wanna go on a hike? I didn't think you were the hiking type."
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"Rumlow, I've been stuck in a hospital room for what feels like forever," James says, maybe a little defensively. "Would be nice to stretch my legs. You're telling me you're surrounded by all this nature," he gestures at the foothills not that far away, hints of hiking trails and roads curling around brush and trees, "and you're not curious about what the view's like? I bet there's a great sunset spot up there."
So maybe he hasn't pegged Rumlow as necessarily the hiking type. He isn't, either. But he's got a serious crazy of stir-crazy and he's got two working legs and suddenly, he thinks, he'd like to go on a hike (preferably with good company). Maybe they could catch a sunset where they're not surrounded by people or beeping machinery or all this chatter about some fancy prosthetic's maintenance or whatever.
Hoping Rumlow might be open to it, James rests his elbow against the passenger's door, propping his chin in his hand as he glances hopefully at his friend. Would Rumlow be up for it? Hike and coffee and pastries? He isn't sure he can talk Rumlow into cuddling on top of that - might be too big of an ask, considering it's Rumlow, but still, a guy can dream...
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"I see the view wherever I go- out on missions and field ops. I ain't really all that interested in going for hikes when I come back from a number of 'em." The Soldier goes on hikes too, he just doesn't remember. But of course, they're nothing like the ones James seems to want to go on. Sunset spot? Rumlow looks at James- almost amused by the prospects. His eyes are back on the road a moment longer, but.... then he shrugs.
"Fine, we'll go on a hike, but we're not gonna sit at a coffee shop and gab about whatever the hell civilians go on about." He side eyes James. This is ridiculous. "We can grab coffee to go on the way. This weekend."
A hike is safer. Maybe Rumlow can fuck his Soldier- James off the side of a cliff of something equally as preposterous.
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James' face lights up. To his credit, he doesn't embarrass himself with a triumphant fist pump, but he does beam at Rumlow, his smile open and trusting as if the man hadn't fucked him while he was tied down and his brain was getting fried by the suppression chair not that long ago. As if he wouldn't do anything - suck off a stranger, torture a stranger, kill a bunch of strangers - just because Rumlow ordered it. Wouldn't matter why, if it was for a mission or Rumlow just didn't like how that person looked.
"Cool," James says, still smiling. "Thanks."
And he leaves it at that for now, although he doesn't do a very good job hiding the fact that he's radiating quietly smug satisfaction that he got Rumlow, of all people, to agree on a date. It's almost enough to make him forget that he's an amputee now, that he has to actively think about what arm he'd like to slip down around Rumlow's waist and hook his thumb against his belt loop so he could hold him close.
They reach what's apparently Rumlow's place for the time being. Small one, maybe two bedroom house with a driveway leading to a garage behind the house. Lawn's not as nicely manicured as others they passed on the way in, but it isn't falling apart and it looks functional, if drab. Overgrown hedges block a lot of the sight lines, giving them more privacy than if it'd been some decorative white picket fence...not that there's a ton of privacy because like everywhere in HYDRA, the house's been thoroughly bugged to document how the deep cover exercise goes.
James unbuckles his seatbelt once the truck's parked. "Nice place."
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He tries not to look at James the rest of the way, but every time they hit a light, it's hard not to sneak a glance. James looks so happy, so goddamn smug. Rumlow is quiet about it.
When they finally arrive, Rumlow's relieved. All of this feels too strange, too normal. Little does he realize that it's only going to get even more strange, trying to live the domestic life with James. For now though, he tries to keep his mind clear as he pulls into the driveway. "It's temporary."
He gets out, goes to grab both of their bags and tugs James's door open so he can get out. He only glances around slightly, knowing exactly where the surveillance is, before he lets them in, tossing his bag on the floor next to the door. This place is a lot better than his actual one. As drab as it might be, it has more personality than his does. Rumlow has nothing. This is it.
"Look around, if you want to." He wants to see what James will do.
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He roams the house. His posture's loose, casual; nothing about it would've made him stand out from another civilian in the crowd aside from the empty sleeve where his left arm should've been. But there's something ingrained in the Soldier to clear a building and even if James strolls around instead of prowling with his finger on a trigger, he's still thorough as he goes from room to room. The place is overall pretty spartan, but there's a few little touches here and there: a few tattered books tossed carelessly, a picture frame with Rumlow and some old lady who might be his mom (in reality just an actress, composited in). Setting down the photo, James idly wonders if Rumlow still talks to his mom or he's estranged or maybe she's no longer alive.
He's never mentioned her. Probably a reason, so he reminds himself not to overstep boundaries and ask.
Next there's a guestroom that's really more of an office with a twin bed shoved incidentally in the corner and a few dumbbells against the wall. Bathroom's small, with just enough space to cram in a toilet, sink, and a combo shower/bathtub. There's already towels there, the colors in neutral grays and white. For a second he'll study the bathtub, frowning a little, puzzled. Can't shake the feeling something's missing with the shower but...unaware the correct answer is "the chain and collar you're always supposed to wear, per regulation", James eventually finishes his sweep in the kitchen.
Rumlow will find him staring over the steel sink, out the window where there's a yard outside and a wooden deck and absolutely zero concrete walls to box someone in. From here there's another view of the foothills he'd been talking about just a few minutes ago. You could do dishes and just quietly gaze out the window and relax.
"Cozy," James remarks and means it. "Too bad it's not permanent."
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He's just as casual about it as James is though, moving through the house. Rumlow checks the fridge, then as James goes to check the bedrooms, Rumlow checks his weapons, making sure it's all in order. He's got everything he needs here. Nothing more, nothing less. Maybe there could be more.
Whatever life HYDRA has fabricated for him, for this mission, he's been debriefed about. It's nothing too far from the truth of it all, though. He doesn't care to bring more attention to it than need be. If James asks, he'll answer. Other than that, whatever happens, happens.
He does find his Soldier staring out the window and he frowns slightly, but schools his features as he approaches. "Maybe it could be. Haven't discussed it much."
Rumlow takes this opportunity to slide his hand over James's shoulder, turning him to press his back against the counter. "Is this cozy too?"
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"Definitely," he grins. "This a good time to thank you properly? Maybe I could convince you to slot me into your busy schedule."
He'll pause, weighing if he should just go for it. They've fooled around a few times, sure, but it'd been kinda like a fuck buddies type of deal: nothing emotional about it, no attachment, just good old-fashioned stress relief and Rumlow being pretty damn rough to the point where he remembers bruises, aches and pains that had lasted several days like a reminder of his handiwork. But standing here in his kitchen, eyes searching Rumlow's face, the age lines crinkling at the corners of his dark eyes, lingering on his mouth, and James decides what the hell and goes for it.
He steps a step closer, leaning in, head tilting down to account for that slight difference in their height. When he kisses Rumlow, his heart hammering with nervousness, it's not sloppy with need against his mouth. It isn't even the chaste, technically-correct one he'd given back in the VIP cell.
Instead James leans down and he kisses Rumlow on the cheek, his right hand cupping his jaw, palm warm against stubble.
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Rumlow wants to make sure that still stands- even if it's been completely different. He waits to see just how different it can be.
He isn't disappointed, not in the least, as James leans in to kiss him. It's the rarest fucking thing when his Soldier makes the first move. He remembers the last time, and it was so nice, but then.... James' kiss lands on his cheek, his hand reaching up to cup his face. It's the most unexpected thing he's ever experienced in his life.
He has to close his eyes, his hand flying to push through James's hair to he can turn his head and kiss him properly on the lips, licking into his mouth.
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He doesn't turn his face away or make a crack about getting all soft and romantic, like it's an insult, a weakness. He doesn't really say anything about the kiss except to react. Their lips meet. Instinctively James invites him in, as always bending to the other man's will, the heat of Rumlow's tongue exploring his mouth as if it belongs to him. Sometimes James thinks he wouldn't mind a haircut because he gets tired of it getting in his face all the time but when Rumlow's fingers brush through it, tangling just enough that he's got a good grip so he can guide his head, and suddenly he has second thoughts.
Maybe he could put off the haircut for a little while longer. He kinda likes it gives Rumlow something to grab onto.
James kisses back, a breathy groan of want escaping him as he leans toward Rumlow, shifting his body so they're better balanced. Incidentally this just happens to put his leg in a position where he can gently nudge his knee up, rubbing his thigh up between Rumlow's legs in a slow, sensual back and forth movement, hoping to coax that bulge hidden behind his cargo pants into semi-hardness.
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He deepens the kiss, licking into James' mouth to claim him. His hands pushing up under the other man's shirt. He could just tear it off is him and tell James it's ok- but this needs to happen in a different kind of way. At least for himself.
"This what you want? This was you've been waiting for?" He asks after another deep kiss that needs to break so they could breathe.
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"Yeah," he flashes Rumlow one of those lopsided, almost boyish grins of his, unaware it's stolen from Barnes. "Peace and quiet with you all to myself?" His hand slips from the other man's jaw as he steals a kiss, soft, a gentle pulse of his tongue against his lips, enjoying the coarse scratch of his stubble. "Sounds like a good time to me."
His hand caresses along the hard muscle of Rumlow's back. There's scars there, underneath the shirt, that he can feel their raised ridges, trophies from old injuries that he still doesn't where they came from: if he asks, he doubts Rumlow would tell him because it's none of his goddamn business. His touch lingers for a moment, fingers tracing out a few of them, before his palm wanders down to his lower back and he'll gently cup his ass, hiking him closer without thinking hey, it's kinda weird how easily he can lift the guy one-handed.
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It makes Rumlow's heart beat hard in his chest.
He'll even let the cheek kiss go.
"You always sound like a good time to me, sweetheart," Rumlow returns the gentle kiss for a moment, then sucks his lower lip in between his teeth, nipping before he kisses him again, deeper. It's always going to be possessive, because the Soldier is his. James is his as well.
It's that slight bit of cockiness that gets to Rumlow too. James gives as good as he gets, but he's so goddamn sweet about it. The way the other man touches him feels electric, every press of fingers seared into his skin. He returns the favor, his own hands dragging up James' chest, then moving to his back to pull him closer. He doesn't need to do much to make that happen, because James is already grabbing his ass and hauling him closer.
He grinds against the other man as he's pressed up so close, his cock already hardening in his pants. This whole new experience? It's exhilarating, and god it's turning him on a hell of a lot more than he thought it would.
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Rumlow acts like hot shit, but James figures he's onto him - truth is, he's a softy at heart. He just doesn't want anyone to know about it. Reputation and all that.
Smirking, he deepens the kiss, using his grip on Rumlow's ass flexing through his cargo pants to lift him up so he's practically straddling his thigh wedged between his legs, allowing the older man to pin him backward to the counter. He can feel the hardening bulge through the fabric: Rumlow's getting off on this as much as he is.
He wouldn't say this was worth losing his arm for. Of course it isn't.
But having Rumlow here makes the loss easier to deal with, makes him feel less alone. Like he can tackle the world with him instead of rotting away in that hospital bed feeling like he could just lie there staring at the ceiling, waiting for it all to end. Happiness wars with relief, James not sure if he wants to wrap his mouth around Rumlow's stiffening cock first or maybe he wants to jerk him off or maybe he'd like to get down on the kitchen floor and spread for him. Decisions, decisions.
"It's been awhile," James punctuates his words with kisses here and there against Rumlow's lips, lapping at the corners of his mouth. A trail of soft kisses along his cheek and strong jaw. "Think we gotta make up for lost time."
James' voice comes out husky with desire as his back arches, his throat exposed as he tilts his head back to allow Rumlow to kiss and bite there if he wants to leave his mark. For a second he has the sudden thought he'd like to draw the kitchen window's curtain shut for a little privacy...but he's only got one hand and it's currently occupied with a handful of Rumlow's ass.
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Rumlow's definitely not thinking about this as hard as James is- surprising, but not. Rumlow swears to god he's not gonna fall into that shit, even if James gives him those bedroom eyes. All on his own. Aimed at him and no one else. No one else even exists to the other man at the moment. It's a heady feeling, and yeah, ok.... maybe he'll fall into it a little bit.
"You know what? I was thinkin' the same thing. So much to make up for." He says between kisses, hands dragging down to start undoing James' pants. Enough with the foreplay. He leans forward to bite at James' neck when his head tilts back, doing his best to leave any kind of mark there, though he knows it wont last. It never does. Even if his cum is still staining the Soldier's insides, Rumlow is sure he's still tight as a virgin again. God bless the super soldier serum.
"Get my pants off. Let's go. We're far too dressed for this shit."
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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.
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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.
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On his knees, it just feels right to lean forward, the firm muscle of Rumlow's thigh flexing against his palm where he grips it for balance. Oh, he knows Rumlow intimately even if he doesn't know all that much about his personal life, where he's from, or even something so basic as what his favorite color is: what he does know is that the man loves having his cock worshiped, having it licked clean, and particularly likes shoving his dick so far down his throat that even James gags a little on it (and he's made sure to get better at that but y'know, still a work in progress).
So it makes sense to pay special attention to Rumlow's growing erection. It's not fully hard yet. James helps that along by nuzzling with his nose and cheek, letting the heat of his shaft play across his face before he tilts his head, alternating between long, indulgent laps of his tongue and kissing the shaft, suckling softly.
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