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bakerstreet2020-03-29 12:06 pm
teammemewill) wrote in bakerstreet2020-03-29 12:06 pm
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Like it really rough guy, just can't get enough guy
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No matter what your usual preferences are, today, you're feeling dominant. This doesn't mean Dominant with a capital D as in the BDSM sense - unless that's what you're into. It simply means you want to take charge. Maybe you even want to be aggressive and possessive, or you just want to show what you want and when you want it. There could very well be some emotional desires behind this fancy, as well. This could be a complete change in your normal personality, an extension of what you're naturally like, or a normal but possibly unexplored part of you. It could even mean a spike in sexual interest, libido, or confidence if you're usually not the one to initiate. So whether you're with an established partner, in an AU setting, or with a one-night stand, let your inner boss shine through and top or top from the bottom. You can control...and that just may be exactly what they want.
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Brock Rumlow | MCU | OTA
Re: Brock Rumlow | MCU | OTA
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At first it had seemed like an ordinary mission. Somebody had called for him and he'd been sent to get briefed, that was how this went. He hadn't been given any weapons or any of his usual combat gear, admittedly, but maybe there was something different about this mission, or he was going to be provided with some other weaponry as part of the briefing - whatever the reason for it, he didn't question it. He never questioned orders.
The fact that the briefing seemed to be happening in Rumlow's quarters instead of any kind of meeting room was also unusual, but he went in anyway and stood obediently, waiting to be told what the mission was.
<3 it's great!
He's glad he's good at his job otherwise his surprise might have shown on his face. Either way he didn't let slip any of the anxiety that suddenly filled him. It was there in black and white. What he was expected to do..and he really couldn't find it in himself to be upset about it. They were giving him the Asset to Dominate. To play with essentially. Practice with...because they want him to go after Rogers in the same manner.
Brock closes the file and places it on his desk before moving to stand in front of the Soldier.
"Strip." He says simply. "Fold your clothes and put them on the table there." He adds pointing to the table in the corner. "Then kneel here at my feet when you're done."
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He waits patiently while Brock reads the file, idly curious about what his mission will be but otherwise simply awaiting orders. It's hard to keep thoughts in his head sometimes, and if they linger too much they tend to get stripped out anyway, so it's easier to just obey.
And then the orders come and he's honestly confused, his brow furrows despite himself even as he moves to comply - he's never had an order like this before.
He folds his clothes neatly, making no attempt to cover up his muscular form as it simply didn't occur to him to be in any way ashamed of it - he still hasn't linked these orders with anything sexual, either, even as he kneels naked at Rumlow's feet, waiting for his next instruction.
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"Today's mission entails endurance training of a different sort. We know you can handle pain, blood loss, physical and painful torture. Now it's on to something new. We're going to see how much pleasure you can take. Your mission is to not orgasm until I tell you to. If you feel like you're going to you have to tell me. Understood?"
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Phrasing it in such a businesslike way made it easier to understand what was going on - admittedly it was still a little strange and it didn't feel like normal practice, but who was he to question the orders they'd both been given? The warm pressure of Brock's foot against him was unfamiliar, people didn't usually touch him in anything other than anger.
"Yes sir, I understand." he answers simply.
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Brock watches as Barnes does as he's told and lets him get settled. He leans over and digs out a tube of lube from his beside drawer and coats his hand before reaching out to take the Soldier's cock in hand stroking with purpose from root to tip in the same manner he himself enjoys being touched.
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He nods, standing and moving to lay down on the bed as ordered. He watches Brock, unable to keep the curiosity out of his gaze. He's sure he's felt pleasure, somewhere in the dim reaches of his mostly faded memories, but he can't bring any to mind - he's almost a blank slate, waiting to find out what this feels like.
The feel of a warm, wet hand curling firmly around him is unexpected but definitely not unpleasant, and it's not long before his cock is hardening beneath Brock's fingers. He holds himself still but there's a certain tension in his muscles that suggests he's resisting the urge to thrust up into Brock's hand.
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"Just lie still, Winter. I'm not going to hurt you." He says letting two of his fingers from his other hand begin teasing the other mans nipples. Just touching them, rubbing them slightly and gauging his reactions. The tension in his body. His breathing.
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He tries to relax, to let the tension leak out of him, so used to following orders that it happens automatically - but it's hard when he's been told to lie still and the sensations are beginning to build, his body responding faster out of a simple lack of experience. Or recent experience, anyway, there's something about the curl of a hand around his cock that's not totally unfamiliar, even if he has no actual memory to go with it.
He manages to settle, relaxing against the bed, but he's hard and heavy in Brock's hand and his nipples stiffen quickly at the attention, his breathing quickening almost without him even noticing it.
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Brock speeds his hand up while continuing to pinch and twist his nipples lightly. He enjoys the way the abdominal muscles jump in reaction to the thrum of pleasure surging in the others body. At least he hopes its pleasure. The small bit of pre-come leaking leads him to believe it is.
"Good boy." He praises him as he works him steadily towards orgasm. "Remember your orders."
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He's managed to gain enough control of his body that he's lying still, despite the occasional twitch of muscle , but his pupils are dilated and his breath occasionally catches at a particularly hard pinch or twist to his nipples.
"Y-yes sir," he responds, surprising himself with the way his voice catches. There's something about the praise that has his cock twitching in Brock's hand - he's been taught to follow orders and there's a satisfaction there in the confirmation that he's doing something right, but there's something else too, something more, because for all he's received confirmation of a job well done before, it's rare to get praise for it.
sorry, real life is nuts
He notices how the praise affects him and gives him more. "Such a good Soldier. Just like this." He says as the pace of his strokes quickens. "Lie still and let me touch you. Just enjoy it."
I feel you! Also tmw you realise you're playing with the the same person...
It's not long before Brock has him panting, before his touches are drawing moans and whimpers from his throat and his muscles near tremble with the effort to stay still and not writhe around on the bed in his arousal.
The praise only makes it worse (or maybe better), and his cock is achingly hard and leaking in Brock's hand. He's not quite tipping over the edge yet, he has a little more control than that, but it's so long since anybody's touched him like this that he's rapidly getting close.
I had no idea at all! I wonder if we have any others? How did you know?
He plays with the other mans nipples as well. Twisting and pinching them in varying degrees of strength and intensity simply trying to add to the sensations flooding his body. He's beautiful like this. Simply a work of art.
I just noticed the tags came through quite close together with the same note on them and connected t
He's so close now that it's near overhelming, trying to both lay still and stave off his climax, the firmer strokes tearing yet more moans out of him, his fingers clenching against the sheets beneath him.
"Please..." he manages to moan out "I'm so close, please.. may I..." asking for something he wanted is strange and unfamiliar, but he's nearly desperate and if he doesn't get permission to come soon he isn't sure that he's going to be able to follow his orders. He would really like to follow his orders, but the pleasure flooding through him seems to have other ideas.
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