[ He needs to sort through all of this, but he's got the uncomfortable realization that maybe he shouldn't do this here. There's enough of himself that was laid bare that he doesn't want to talk about it, and there's enough of Rumlow bouncing in his head that he needs time to sort that too.
Rumlow slides away and Steve rolls to his feet unsteadily, his whole body a low throb that's partially arousal and partially exertion from what they'd done. He needs to get to Fury, to Natsaha, get all of this out of his head and on paper so they can start working on the remnants of HYDRA. ]
It's your name.
[ It's a weak attempt at something like a retort, Steve visibly flinching when he feels how slick the insides of his thighs are. There's no waiting or asking for permission; he heads for the bathroom to clean himself up, coming out minutes later, still looking debauched as all shit. ]
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Rumlow slides away and Steve rolls to his feet unsteadily, his whole body a low throb that's partially arousal and partially exertion from what they'd done. He needs to get to Fury, to Natsaha, get all of this out of his head and on paper so they can start working on the remnants of HYDRA. ]
It's your name.
[ It's a weak attempt at something like a retort, Steve visibly flinching when he feels how slick the insides of his thighs are. There's no waiting or asking for permission; he heads for the bathroom to clean himself up, coming out minutes later, still looking debauched as all shit. ]
I'll be back tomorrow.