Oh god, he was not expecting that. He gasped softly and curled his narrow fingers in Rumlow's shirt sleeve, as that warm, soft mouth closed over his own. He fumbled his way through it, doing his best to copy and respond to what Brock was doing, terrified that Brock would think he hadn't liked it.
When Brock pulled back, he licked his lips, stunned. "I...yeah. I guess I have." Tentatively, he leaned forward again to shyly press his lips to Rumlow's once more.
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When Brock pulled back, he licked his lips, stunned. "I...yeah. I guess I have." Tentatively, he leaned forward again to shyly press his lips to Rumlow's once more.