Tight and getting more uncomfortable with each heartbeat that was starting in a fresh new drumming ache between his legs. Sam swore, coming back from the kitchen where he locked up, and secured the windows to glare at Rumlow's working form shoving his couch in front of the door. Was that seriously necessary? If they're just going to end up sex crazed did that mean they needed to bar themselves in or keep everyone out? God, but it was fine. Let him bend over like that, the thick muscles of his arms flexing as he shoved. A true and righteous asshole but he wasn't that-
Fuck. This.
"You're telling me out of all the damn things they could be working up HYDRA sat around and made some sort of sex...drug?" Sam dragged his eyes away and went to the table where his phone still laid, snatching it up and pressing in the passcode so he could at least text Steve. Though it was hard to do with just one hand - the other one drifting down to palm and knead at his dick for some sort of relief. Just that bit of harsh friction had him smothering a hard groan into his shoulder, gripping himself tightly and jerking again with the sentence he was typing out left half done.
Trouble. Yeah. Felt like it.
"How long does it last?" His voice dragged rough as he looked over again, not quite letting go of himself until he forced it -- finding compromise with at least undoing the button to his pants, unzipping a little -- and started to type again.
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Fuck. This.
"You're telling me out of all the damn things they could be working up HYDRA sat around and made some sort of sex...drug?" Sam dragged his eyes away and went to the table where his phone still laid, snatching it up and pressing in the passcode so he could at least text Steve. Though it was hard to do with just one hand - the other one drifting down to palm and knead at his dick for some sort of relief. Just that bit of harsh friction had him smothering a hard groan into his shoulder, gripping himself tightly and jerking again with the sentence he was typing out left half done.
Trouble. Yeah. Felt like it.
"How long does it last?" His voice dragged rough as he looked over again, not quite letting go of himself until he forced it -- finding compromise with at least undoing the button to his pants, unzipping a little -- and started to type again.