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"You have got to be kidding me," Skye hisses. "Tell me I'm not feeling what I think I'm feeling."
"Assuming what you think you're feeling is the natural result of us getting tied up naked with your ass in my lap, then I can't help you, Skye." Grant is half-hard and getting harder, and keeping still is becoming a delicious test of endurance.
Skye tries to shift away, which only rubs that perky ass up against his dick more, and Grant is so glad they're bound tight enough that he doesn't have to try to control his face. She's soft and warm and getting so damn frustrated. Grant is gonna buy someone several rounds of drinks just as soon as he figures out which strike team was responsible for this kidnapping. Hail fucking Hydra.
He injects some worry into his voice and—since the fastest way to get Skye to do anything is to tell her she can't—says, "I really don't think that's going to work."
"Shut up and help me," Skye snaps. "Try to shift down so you're not poking me right in the ass, at least, while we figure this out."
Down sounds great. Grant is more than happy to shift down. He wriggles against Skye in the ropes, shifting until his dick slips between her cheeks and rubs teasingly across her hole. Skye yelps and clenches, which squeezes her glutes around his dick, and god damn she has not been skipping leg day.
"Ward, what the hell!?" Skye yells, and Grant bites his tongue to keep from laughing.
"Shit, sorry, sorry," he lies, squirming some more in a way that probably passes for trying to get free. "I'm trying to think of Coulson's granny back here, I swear."
"Did not need that mental image."
"Just saying."
"Maybe don't talk," Skye snaps, which is just fine by Grant. All the better to hear Skye's breathy little noises of frustration as she struggles in vain against their bonds—which, again, kudos to whoever strung them up like a particularly lewd piñata. Nothing's chafing or pinching or going numb, which means Grant is free to just sit back in the ropes and enjoy the delicious friction around his cock.
Enjoy it Grant does, and the more Skye wriggles, the more it starts to feel like she's pushing back as much as she's pulling away. Skye does some shimmy thing with her hips, and his cock slips again, this time sliding forward into the tight space between her thighs and her cunt. She makes a strangled sound and goes absolutely still, but Grant has already felt it.
"You're wet."
"Shut up," Skye hisses.
"You're turned on right now," he insists, and she groans in frustration. Grant wants to crow with laughter. Betrayed by her own body — this is even better than just rubbing off against her ass. He can't resist teasing her, just a little. "Is it the bondage? The danger? Or is it just me?"
"I dunno if you've noticed this, Ward, but there's a very hard cock rubbing all over some very sensitive areas right now!" Skye says, a little hysterically. She flexes in their bondage, achieving nothing but squeezing Grant's cock tighter against those same sensitive areas.
Time for the kill shot. "We could just… let it happen," he says. "Extenuating circumstances; doesn't have to mean anything." He shifts his hips, and she bites back something that definitely wanted to be a moan. "Probably be easier to figure out a way out, without our current, ah… distraction."
It's silent in the dim room as Skye considers, the only sounds her frustrated breathing and his own pulse in his ears.
Her capitulation is inevitable, really.
"Fine," she snaps. "But just like this, don't—"
Grant is inside her before she can finish telling him not to. Fuck, but her cunt is tight. She panics, of course, tensing all through her body as she realizes what's happened — and more importantly, what can't un-happen now, with how tightly they're bound.
"What the fuck did you do that for?"
"Me? You moved! I can't exactly control where it's pointed, Skye." Her outrage is like a drug slamming through his veins, and his cock throbs where it's speared inside her. He wants to call her easy, to tease her for being such a dripping slut that he couldn't help but slide in, but he bites his tongue. He's still playing the loyal SHIELD agent, after all. The mentor. Grant takes a deep breath and pretends he's steadying his nerves. "If we both stay really still, I can probably… I'll do my best to hold off," he offers, in his most apologetic tones.
Skye blows out a long breath and then shakes her head. "Let's just… it's like you said. Extenuating circumstances." She rolls her hips and clenches around his cock.
"Nobody could blame us," Grant agrees, rocking up into that wet heat. Skye matches his motion, pressing against him in a filthy grind as she surrenders to what she's convinced herself was unavoidable.
Grant's hardly going to disillusion her.
He's right on edge when the sound of an explosion comes from somewhere else in the compound, and he snaps his hips harder against her perfect, plush ass. The door slams open just as Grant feels the surge of his orgasm overtake him, and it's all he can do not to cackle with victory as his balls empty into Skye's cunt in long, blissful pulses. Grant's pretty sure Skye hasn't come, though she twitches against him like her body still wants to. He can only imagine what she must look like, what kind of lewd, depraved picture they must make right now. And topping off the whole obscene moment is the utter, uncomprehending shock written in every line of Coulson's usually unflappable face.
It honestly might be the best orgasm Grant's ever had.