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emet-selch ([personal profile] geriatric) wrote in [community profile] spaces_between 2014-10-07 02:50 am (UTC)

[ They're too in each other's ways to make this any sort of graceful, but Steve can't quite find it in himself to care right then, too distracted by the bite of Rumlow's teeth against his throat, the sound of his groan when Steve did something particularly good. ]

I don't care where.

[ Steve noses back behind Rumlow's ear, biting along the tendons in his neck, sucking and kissing bruises down along his skin. Bruises won't stay on him often, but they will on Rumlow; the thought shouldn't be so appealing, but it is. He's right though, the wall isn't the easiest, not with how badly he wants, how impatient he is.

The counter's got things on it, but the table - Steve hefts him up a little tighter, and turns, walking them over to the table where he sits Rumlow down and works with both hands to get his belt undone. He doesn't have much of a plan here, unfortunately; just thinking past the haze is a little much to ask, so he focuses on what he can handle - on shoving open Brock's pants, on pulling them down enough so when he goes to his knees and puts his mouth over the thick arch of his cock under his underwear, there's nothing but that thin layer of cloth in the way. ]

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