[The way Steve moans is something magical, no lie. It's a beautiful sound that lights along Bucky's nerves, makes him want to pull Steve closer to explore more of the sounds he'll make, the sounds they can make together. It's all traded back and forth in their kisses, little needy sounds of desire and the pleasure of discovering it together.
In a way it reminds Bucky of a first time, but this is so much better, so much more vibrant.]
Anything you want. Everything.
[It's an easy promise to make to Steve, one he means with all sincerity. He really does want to share everything of himself, to give to Steve everything that he can. Maybe it's just the natural next step for two friends closer than blood. Maybe it's something unique to them. He doesn't care; all that matters is that he wants to share everything he can with Steve.
Though at that statement he just shakes his head, laughing a little.]
Remind me to have the consent talk with you in the morning.
[Now though? Now is for sitting up enough to pop the button and zip on Steve's pants, to take care in pushing the fabric down his legs. Steve's not fragile, there's nothing about either of them that even resembles fragile anymore, but Bucky still wants to touch him like he's something precious. Treasured. Wanted. Like he's the most valuable thing in the world because right now he is the center of Bucky's world.]
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In a way it reminds Bucky of a first time, but this is so much better, so much more vibrant.]
Anything you want. Everything.
[It's an easy promise to make to Steve, one he means with all sincerity. He really does want to share everything of himself, to give to Steve everything that he can. Maybe it's just the natural next step for two friends closer than blood. Maybe it's something unique to them. He doesn't care; all that matters is that he wants to share everything he can with Steve.
Though at that statement he just shakes his head, laughing a little.]
Remind me to have the consent talk with you in the morning.
[Now though? Now is for sitting up enough to pop the button and zip on Steve's pants, to take care in pushing the fabric down his legs. Steve's not fragile, there's nothing about either of them that even resembles fragile anymore, but Bucky still wants to touch him like he's something precious. Treasured. Wanted. Like he's the most valuable thing in the world because right now he is the center of Bucky's world.]