DANGER'S DELIVERY SERVICE!

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James "Danger" Barnes is ready to keep you modern Americans lazy!

Leave your name, address, and a list of items you want delivered. Item cost, plus delivery charge. If there is a specific time, please add it. Be warned, they cannot always be guaranteed.

There is an additional charge for delivery between the hours of 9pm-6am and all day Sunday. Money can be supplemented with pleasing alternatives you know what he means.

Tips accepted, loved, and encouraged!

Leave your service requests in the comments!

(( Face-to-face interactions and transactions will be assumed handwaved unless otherwise implied. ))

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[ A call at 8:30pm on a Thursday. The list stacks several counts of cognac, brandy, and whiskey - so much that the call for green groceries almost seems like an excuse. ]

45 minutes?

[ Sorry if the brands he's listed means traveling to more than one liquor store. ]

text; 1/2

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[ It's not the nicest call he's gotten thus far, but it's doable. He'll go to a liquor store closest to the destination and work from there. No problem! ]

Count on it!

text; 2/2

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[ Thirty minutes and two liquor stores later, Harry gets another text. ]

Are you making up some of these names?
Because that's not funny!

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I usually just get it all from the shop a few blocks from me. Where are you shopping? The middle of Bumfuck?

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Where I normally shop!!
Is it special order?
You better not be jerking me around I only have twelve minutes left!

What do you even need all this alcohol for?
Throwing a classy party without me?

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That's not your concern. You told me 45 minutes. Find it.

10 minutes now.

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[ Bucky is now running while he texts, expect typos. ]

You jrek!
This was agoose chase all along wasnit it?
What the hel do I get out of reaching the impossible huh?

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I gave you an ETA and you accepted it. There's nothing I listed that you couldn't get in the city at this hour. I'm not interested in excuses. Get me what I want .

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[ If he hadn't already promised Tony that he would keep his phone in one piece, Bucky would have thrown it out of frustration. Instead he tracks down what's left on his list with the help of the clerk calling nearby stores.

Then he's out the door to grab the last two bottles of cognac. And boy is he in a shitty mood. He's got a scowl on his face from vespa to apartment door with sacks in both hands, using his foot to rap on the door. ]

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[ Harry answers the door calmly, perhaps to an infuriating degree, considering the last message. He's the boss, looking the younger man over mildly before he steps back and gives him entrance to his abode. Bucky may notice it's been further supplied by monochrome furniture to offset the golden, geometric chandelier lighting. ]

Set it in the kitchen.

[ You know where it is . Not far off the living room, and Harry isn't too far behind, to soft through the bags delivered l, should they make the countertop. [

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[ He goes where he's told, but that doesn't mean he has to do it quietly. When he gets to the kitchen counter he unloads more than groceries. ]

You [ He sets down the sack emphatically. ] set this whole thing up, you jerk.

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I didn't.

[ He follows Bucky into the kitchen, a grace of a much taller presence as Harry checks the bags for everything he ordered. ]

But if I did, it'd still be your own fucking fault for being a bit too cocky with your promises... wouldn't it?

[ His look slants sharply towards the younger man. It's truly hard to tell whether it's mischievous or that sort of expectant that is none too pleased. ]

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Uh huh. [ Bucky's eyes only narrow further, suspicious and upset and clucked at like he is some lazy boy. ] So what's this mean? You gonna pay me half, or keep the tip? Something like that?

[ Honestly, he hasn't had trouble with keeping his deadlines before; there's not much of a policy set in place for when he can't keep a guarantee. God, and of all the people to fuck it up with first. What a time to come unarmed. ]

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[ But they're close, and Harry uses that to place a large hand on the small of Bucky's back, slowly rucking up his top. ]

It don't have to be.

[ Oh yes, Harry is close, nose and mouth drifting over the shorter lad's hairline with his soft breath, like his blunt fingernails draw up the other's spine. ]

But you ought to give up something, don't you think? You broke your promise.

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Welp, not much to give up. [ He talks like he's unaffected by the new train of thought and the promise or threat that's in there. ] Already gave up my ass, right? Don't got any more fresh stock...

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[ A soft little snort. ]

What you telling me? That you don't have no resale value?

[ Yes, he leans down, breath and lips playing over a shell of an ear, like some tickle of a storm against the coast. ]

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[ His flinch is covered up with a shrug, eyes cast to the side rather than at Harry. ]

It's a little old, but I'll see what I can do. Just what, pray tell, will put my loyal customer back into a good mood, huh?

[ Hey, harry's the one pissed about this transaction. He may as well choose whether it's a blow job or a fuck. ]

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[ In turn, Harry pushes the fingers of one hand towards the front of Bucky's pelvis, playing briefly through the rough hairs there before he begins to thumb open Bucky's fly. ]

A reparation to be sure.

[ Hey, he's not beyond a little foreplay, as the lips skimming down Bucky's jaw would seem to suggest. I shouldn't be difficult for someone who's taken dick from him to guess an implication here. ]

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[ Yeah, Bucky has noticed that. It's worked out well enough so far, he can admit to that. With that hand at his crotch, he takes in a sharp breath, neck canted to the side for Harry. What's the point in playing coy? It's not like he's in disagreement. A little time spent together is an easy price to pay.

But his hands eventually drift up to Harry's shoulders for a bit of support. Not to toot the man's horn, but a hand on your dick will make anyone grow weak in the knees in short order. ]

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[ Bucky twists to grip his shoulders, and Harry's mouth can't help but twist in response; what a sweet, darling boy. Harry dares to skim a little kiss over the younger man's lips before he speaks. ]

It's not going to be that easy for you.

[ Such a soft statement, such a menacing implication, as Harry pushes his hand up the line of Bucky's back to grip his nape. It's there his grip tightens like a vice, yanking the younger man off of him and trying to push him back over the table. His free hand pushes trousers off of Bucky's rump. ]

Stay still.

[ His tone is commandeering at the very least, as he tries to press Bucky exposed and bent over his kitchen table. ]

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[ The first noise out of him is a dramatically aggrieved sigh. What is with this man and taking his time, making a point out of all this? Bucky would much prefer if Harry just bent him over and did what he wants like-- ]

Hey!

[ Like he's doing now. His protests stop at offended noises, not letting the guy manhandle him without some kind of protest. ]

Really? A kitchen table? How romantic...

[ Bucky puts both elbows on the table, holding his head up with one of his hands while his lily-white ass hangs out for the world to see. It's probably one of the most smooth parts on him. The rest covered in scars, most don't seem to find his ass except for a bit of shrapnel and one bullet above his pelvis. He waves the thing back and forth in protest of Harry's commands to stay still. ]

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You never struck me as romantic. And I've not really struck you, yet.

[ Harry almost purrs it in turn, almost as if practiced, but he's anything but. He's honestly a showman off the fly in some aspects.

That exposed path along Bucky's arse and legs was all too enticing.

Harry rounds his hand and strikes Bucky on the meat of his lowermost ass, just above his thighs and sac. It should be a vaguely resounding event, but of course not a direct stimulant.

He wont stop there, moving his cupped hand to make a loud slap over the fattest part of Bucky's rump - that one should sting much softer than the first blow, even if it sounds much louder. ]

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Yeah, well y--! [ The first slap pulls a loud squawk out of him. It shouldn't, really, what with the way he practically implores the man to strike him for hanging his rules. The second yelp it more in indignation, making him buck against the cold kitchen table. ] I am not eight years old anymore! You don't just... spank a man!

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[ Harry's retort is another series of swats from a rough hand, reddening up that pale arse and even making his way down to the tops of those thighs. His other hand keeps Bucky on the table, even shoving him further up with the power of his arm so that the other is standing at the tips of his toes and sorely lacking leverage

Clearly he can. Clearly he can just spank a man. ]

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[ The indignation eventually bleeds out once he realizes Harry is serious and isn't stopping after only a few surprise swats. With every new spank, Buck gets a little quieter; although, the rise of his ass in he air is an embarrassing alarm. His feet scramble for a bit before they find purchase again on the tile floor. ]

You do know corporal punishment doesn't work on me, right?

[ While his statement is still true all the same, what he's really implying is much darker. He's been conditioned to withstand torture and interrogation. What are a few back-handed fly bites on his ass to a boy like Bucky? It won't teach him humility. Not like this, at any rate. ]

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Don't make the view any less fine.

[ But that does get him to relent. Harry isn't wholly deterred, however. ]

This ain't doin' anything for you? Really?

[ There's no doubting the flirtation in his tone. He trails his hand over that flushed and heated skin, no doubt making it smart a little before it soothes. Once he reaches the backs of Bucky's thighs, his fingertips just may just find themselves skimming over the younger man's delicate sac, a part of the anatomy which he'd been careful enough to miss in his rougher treatment. ]

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[ Huff! What a smart ass comment. But he's got nothing to say to it when Harry's hand ghosts over his more intimate parts. Quickly he takes in a sharp breath, getting up on his tiptoes to avoid the touch in case it became painful. It never does, thankfully, so Bucky relaxes back if a little put out. ]

Now that's cheating.

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There're rules?

[ Bucky won't be able to see it unless he turns his head, but there's a sharkish little smirk pulling his features.

He doesn't mind pushing the rest of his hand between Bucky's thighs, palming his bollocks and giving them a gentle squeeze. At the same time, he rubs his thumb up against the younger man's perineum, likely giving the nearby prostate some tickles of sensation. ]

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Should be! Preying on a poor boy like me...

[ That touch makes him shiver, makes him curl his toes and rub his groin against the hard lip of the table. ]