[Steve follows hm down and Bucky can’t help the arching sort of motion, the one that presses his body more against his friend’s. It’s almost like a magnet, the way he’s pulled toward Steve, the way he just wants to be pressed together. And maybe it’s a little awkward and silly with hanging legs and dangling feet but it’s also kind of perfect.
Besides, it’s not like they can’t wiggle around a little, right?
But then Steve’s hand is moving over his skin, a gentle touch that makes him moan more than anything thus far. It’s so tender, so sweet; for someone who can endure, has endured what Bucky has, it’s this sort of gentility that makes him break. The fact that it comes from Steve, comes with Steve’s eyes full of such affection that it seems to spill right out of him, makes Bucky want to pull him closer. He thinks he could stay wrapped up in this man for a long, long time.]
Just keep saying my name like that.
[A little breathless, on the heels of that delicious little whine? He can’t help the way he wants it so much, wants everything that Steve is willing to give. He shivers when Steve’s leg slides against his own; even through their pants it’s hot and he can’t help the immediate wonder at what it would feel like with bare skin against his own.
Hands slip lower on Steve’s torso, teasing against his abs, tracing the curve of his waist. It’s certainly not anything that could be considered too risqué, not yet at least, but even this simple exploration is making those feelings of desire spark hotter and hotter.]
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Besides, it’s not like they can’t wiggle around a little, right?
But then Steve’s hand is moving over his skin, a gentle touch that makes him moan more than anything thus far. It’s so tender, so sweet; for someone who can endure, has endured what Bucky has, it’s this sort of gentility that makes him break. The fact that it comes from Steve, comes with Steve’s eyes full of such affection that it seems to spill right out of him, makes Bucky want to pull him closer. He thinks he could stay wrapped up in this man for a long, long time.]
Just keep saying my name like that.
[A little breathless, on the heels of that delicious little whine? He can’t help the way he wants it so much, wants everything that Steve is willing to give. He shivers when Steve’s leg slides against his own; even through their pants it’s hot and he can’t help the immediate wonder at what it would feel like with bare skin against his own.
Hands slip lower on Steve’s torso, teasing against his abs, tracing the curve of his waist. It’s certainly not anything that could be considered too risqué, not yet at least, but even this simple exploration is making those feelings of desire spark hotter and hotter.]
I want— Can I see more of you? All of you?