I would do anything...but I won't do that

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Bruce slipped his own hands under the other man's shirt, tugging it off and running his hands over Speirs' back while he gnawed on the other man's ear. "Hard enough to make you scream."

It was making him lightheaded, the wine, the lost feeling that still hadn't gone away.

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He groaned almost as though he were in pain at the words. His hips rocked down on him, his hard on pressing into the man's stomach, his pants uncomfortably tight. "God, yes, that's all I want. All I want."

[ideal_guardian]

Bruce scratched his nails down the other man's back before unbuckling his belt and working on getting Speirs' pants off. "Screams. I promise." Rough he could do, rough and desperate and about mutual desperation. He licked Speirs ear, nipping all along the other man's jawline.

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Speirs pushed to his knees so Bruce could work his pants down his hips. His hands dragged up his arms, appreciating the thick muscle there, digging nails into his biceps and shifting again so he could kick the pants off.

"Fuck me," he was pleading, mouth devouring his, tongue, lips and teeth starving for the taste of him.

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He wasn't going to fuck Speirs on the couch. He'd been there, fallen painfully off of that. Bruce slid his hands under the other man's thighs, an odd twist and a grunt and he picked the other man up, holding him close enough to give in to Speirs devouring kisses.

The soldier was heavy enough to make it a bit of work. Right. Bedroom. That way-ish.