[Oh. Oh. Oh, Steve's kisses are growing a little bolder, a little more heated and it's something that Bucky most definitely likes. He practically melts into it, a moan vibrating right into Steve's mouth and hands clutching at his skin to get even more.
And when Steve makes the first move not only to start with the undressing, but to start by undressing him? That just spikes his growing lust even higher.
It's not like Steve hasn't seen Bucky topless before. But that's the thing: it'd been before: before the war, before HYDRA, before everything that's happened to either one of them. And sure, Bucky's shape has changed in the muscle packed onto his frame, in the transition from American soldier to humanized weapon, but that's not all. It's like this that he can't hide anything of what was done to him, the extent of how much of him that HYDRA took with neither consent nor care. And if he knows anything about Steve, it's that there's probably going to be at least some guilt over it, even though there's honestly nothing he could have done.
But that's also part of being together, isn't it? Being so completely bared to each other, and in more than just the physical. It's why Bucky will sit up just enough to aid in the stripping off of his shirt, will raise his arms above his head for the garment to be pulled off. It's why when he is free of the fabric he'll cup Steve's cheeks in his hands, pulling him into a deep, wanting kiss. Steve had put it perfectly: there's nothing that he doesn't want to share; that goes for the bad as well as the good. And that includes letting Steve explore to his heart's content as soon as they break apart for air.]
You just let me know if you like what you see. [It's some of the old confidence leaking back into his voice, some of the old, flirty Sergeant Barnes in that lopsided smirk that crawls across his lips.]
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And when Steve makes the first move not only to start with the undressing, but to start by undressing him? That just spikes his growing lust even higher.
It's not like Steve hasn't seen Bucky topless before. But that's the thing: it'd been before: before the war, before HYDRA, before everything that's happened to either one of them. And sure, Bucky's shape has changed in the muscle packed onto his frame, in the transition from American soldier to humanized weapon, but that's not all. It's like this that he can't hide anything of what was done to him, the extent of how much of him that HYDRA took with neither consent nor care. And if he knows anything about Steve, it's that there's probably going to be at least some guilt over it, even though there's honestly nothing he could have done.
But that's also part of being together, isn't it? Being so completely bared to each other, and in more than just the physical. It's why Bucky will sit up just enough to aid in the stripping off of his shirt, will raise his arms above his head for the garment to be pulled off. It's why when he is free of the fabric he'll cup Steve's cheeks in his hands, pulling him into a deep, wanting kiss. Steve had put it perfectly: there's nothing that he doesn't want to share; that goes for the bad as well as the good. And that includes letting Steve explore to his heart's content as soon as they break apart for air.]
You just let me know if you like what you see. [It's some of the old confidence leaking back into his voice, some of the old, flirty Sergeant Barnes in that lopsided smirk that crawls across his lips.]