[ Steve follows after Bucky easily enough, settling his weight against Bucky again in an attempt to get as close as they'd been on the couch.
The warmth of Bucky's skin pulls his attention and he barely notices how awkward it feels to have his legs hanging off the edge a little. His hand slides over Bucky's shoulder to rub circles against his neck and then he's cupping Bucky's jaw like he's something precious and delicate. He knows they're both incredibly strong, but that doesn't mean Bucky doesn't deserve the soft touches and the care with which Steve shows his affection. If anyone deserves to be shown this kind of affection, it's Bucky.
His breath hitches as Bucky's hands moves over his skin with purpose. He thinks he could lie here and let Bucky touch him like that for hours, even as he feels his body reacting further. His skin is hot, cheeks flushed with pleasure and desire. ]
I don't think you have to worry about that.
[ His words are breathless, whispered against Bucky's lips as they kiss again, and Steve is having a hard time taking this as slow as he'd like when he hears the little sound he pulls out of Bucky. He can't help following it with his own soft whine and he shifts to hook his knee over Bucky's. ]
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The warmth of Bucky's skin pulls his attention and he barely notices how awkward it feels to have his legs hanging off the edge a little. His hand slides over Bucky's shoulder to rub circles against his neck and then he's cupping Bucky's jaw like he's something precious and delicate. He knows they're both incredibly strong, but that doesn't mean Bucky doesn't deserve the soft touches and the care with which Steve shows his affection. If anyone deserves to be shown this kind of affection, it's Bucky.
His breath hitches as Bucky's hands moves over his skin with purpose. He thinks he could lie here and let Bucky touch him like that for hours, even as he feels his body reacting further. His skin is hot, cheeks flushed with pleasure and desire. ]
I don't think you have to worry about that.
[ His words are breathless, whispered against Bucky's lips as they kiss again, and Steve is having a hard time taking this as slow as he'd like when he hears the little sound he pulls out of Bucky. He can't help following it with his own soft whine and he shifts to hook his knee over Bucky's. ]
God, Bucky.