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Most of the men have already left; a few are still standing around the Asset, talking as if this is the most normal thing in the world. The Asset is on the ground, naked, covered in various bodily fluids. Cum, sweat, and spit are sticking to his body, his hair sweaty and sticking to his forehead. His hole is red and abused; come leaking from it. He's on his stomach, laying there completely still, as if he's passed out.
Rumlow enters the room. He's in a bad mood. He stops in front of the Asset, nudging him in the side with his boot. "C'mon, you can take one more, don't be so dramatic." He says annoyed, and the Asset slowly lifts himself up to all fours, knowing it's no use to disobey. His body is aching, his jaw still hurting from earlier use. Rumlow kneels down behind him, palming himself through his pants. He pulls himself free and gives his cock a few strokes. He lines himself up with the Asset's hole, which is still slick with cum and lube. He pushes in without a warning, making the Asset wince in pain. Rumlow groans and starts moving; wet sounds and quiet chatter filling the room as the Asset grips onto the floor.
Rumlow keeps going, thrusting into the Asset over and over again, not caring about the messes his colleagues left behind. He grips the Asset's hips tightly, pounding in and out, the Asset's knees scraping over the cold stone floor.
It only takes a few more thrusts until Rumlow comes. He buries himself deep in the Asset's hole, gripping his hips tightly as he spills into his well-used hole. He stays like that for a few moments until his orgasm-high washes over. He pulls out, letting go of the Asset's hips, mindlessly dropping him back down onto the ground.