#loopielupiesmuses

Juice flushed at the words, biting his bottom lip and looking up at Tig through lowered lashes. It wasn't the fact that they could get caught, after all, he knew the clubhouse was basically deserted right now and Tig had closed the blinds and locked the door to the chapel. But this was the table, the reaper and he knew that already he wouldn't be able to look at it without hearing that low demanding rumble. Palms settling on the wood, he bent at the waist and spread his thighs, then looked back at Tig, “This good?” He asked, tentatively.

Bucky blushed furiously at the press of Sam's body against his own, hands fluttering in the air beside him as he fought the urge to reach out and touch. Tongue sliding over his bottom lip, his eyes closed and he half-swallowed a whimper.

Fili wrapped his hands around Kili's slim waist and tugged his little brother even closer, the next brush of their noses more deliberate as he tilted his head and brushed their lips, “Something you wanted?” He teased on a breath out.

It was rare that Coulson did actual field-work with them, but it happened, the handler was a more than competent field-agent even if he was a better handler. Both he and Nat were able to work with the older man without trouble. Mentally, Clint was cursing, cursing Nat to be exact because he was sure she'd orchestrated this, somehow. Swallowing hard, Clint licked at his lips to wet them and managed to shakily murmur, “We clear, Boss?”

Bucky was tense as they waited in the storeroom, this mission dictated that they not be seen by anyone, so that meant that they were hiding here until the coast was clear. Usually he'd be fine, but there was something about Brock that kept him off balance. He swallowed jerkily, the rush of Brock's breath on his lips making him aware of every place they touched, exactly how close the other man's mouth was to his.  

Murphy gripped the sides of his twin's pea-coat, grinning wildly from the adrenaline. Hearing their pursuers still searching, he didn't dare to speak aloud, but them he never had to with Connor, pressing their foreheads together, blue eyes meeting their partner. In the space between their mouths, they shared air and the rich copper scent of the blood of sinners on their hands and Murphy was content.  

Crowding Thorin back against the wall of the closet he'd been pulled into, Dwalin hummed inquisitively as he rearranged them so they fit better, his large body bracketed by Thorin's arms and legs. “Some reason you relocated us here?”

Fred chuckled, burying his mouth against his twin's neck to muffle the sound. “We're gonna be in so much trouble if Filch catches us.” He breathed against the skin, gripping his twin's hips tight and feeling their hearts beating in time from the press of their chests together.