[It’s probably some kind of miracle that they make it to the bedroom without a tripping incident, and maybe that speaks something to a well of natural grace that Steve simply doesn’t tap when he’s trying to dance. Or maybe it’s something simpler, something in the way they’ve always worked together, always moved together so well.
And when he’s sitting with Steve’s touch against his face, when he looks up into eyes that blue and that sincere? There’s no doubt at all that this is exactly what he wants and who he wants it with.]
If you do, let me know?
[It’s a little silly but he doesn’t care because Steve’s sitting with him, sitting shirtless with their legs pressed close and he can feel the heat of the other man like this, the sheer warmth of his skin and Bucky thinks he wants to burrow right into it, pull Steve against him and explore all the ways they could fit. But that can wait for at least a moment; right now he’s thoroughly occupied with kissing Steve, with curving a hand to kiss cheek to hold him close while their lips and tongues play. And it is playing; it’s playful and inviting and yes it’s getting a little hotter with each kiss they trade but underneath everything is still that warm current of affection for the man who knows him better than Bucky might know himself.
Eventually he’ll break away enough to tug Steve back with him, to recline together because they’re on his bed and isn’t that half the point? But that can wait until after another kiss. Or two. Or five.]
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And when he’s sitting with Steve’s touch against his face, when he looks up into eyes that blue and that sincere? There’s no doubt at all that this is exactly what he wants and who he wants it with.]
If you do, let me know?
[It’s a little silly but he doesn’t care because Steve’s sitting with him, sitting shirtless with their legs pressed close and he can feel the heat of the other man like this, the sheer warmth of his skin and Bucky thinks he wants to burrow right into it, pull Steve against him and explore all the ways they could fit. But that can wait for at least a moment; right now he’s thoroughly occupied with kissing Steve, with curving a hand to kiss cheek to hold him close while their lips and tongues play. And it is playing; it’s playful and inviting and yes it’s getting a little hotter with each kiss they trade but underneath everything is still that warm current of affection for the man who knows him better than Bucky might know himself.
Eventually he’ll break away enough to tug Steve back with him, to recline together because they’re on his bed and isn’t that half the point? But that can wait until after another kiss. Or two. Or five.]