Your home in Sokovia was destroyed when Ultron decided to make it ground zero for his attempted coup of the world. Everyone had lost someone - some more than most. You? The family you'd worked for had perished - save one. The rumors were that he'd b...
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You're enjoying being wrapped up in Helmut's arms, and the blissed-out haze that comes with being coaxed to orgasm many times over. Being filled, and cared for, and filled again. There is no world outside this room, this bed, the man says the dirtiest things as he rails you, silently asking for that future he won't put into words. He talks until words fail him, and he's spent again and boneless, dropping to lay beside you awhile.
He returns to reality first, sucking in a breath before sitting up in the bed. Pillows, clothes, sheets are strewn everywhere. He twists, stretching with satisfaction as he trails a hand down your leg, giving your ankle a little tug when you make a sound of protest. You're not ready to get up yet, but it has to happen eventually.
"Helmut." You tug his attention back to you as he stands, enjoying watching the motion of his body as he turns. You're crossing off promises you'd made yourself. Slowly but surely.
He chuffs out a laugh, shaking his head as he takes a few steps away. "Some of us are not as young as we once were. Thirty minutes, at least, and I'll rejoin you."
Oh. Oh. He wants – or needs – a breather. You watch him walk out of the room without even pausing to cover up. He's down the hallway and gone before you can fully roll, or even think to sit up and call out to him. It's a fantastic view but – what if Sam and Bucky return?
It's apparently not a concern.
You let that thought keep you warm while he's bumping around the main room. In the kitchen? That's right – lunchtime has come and gone. By the time he reappears around the corner you've managed to shake yourself out of your dreamy haze and sit up, avoiding one of the wet spots on the sheets that will definitely be needing a wash.
He's carrying the basket of food, and his jacket, and plucked up your scarf from the hallway floor as well. Food. Yes. Sex has clearly worked up an appetite for you both. But he doesn't sit down to sort through the basket with you. He turns again, back towards the bedroom door and hallway beyond.
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