[Those little noises that he pulls out of Steve are so encouraging; he nips a little firmer against the ridge of his collarbone, nibbling a line along it to the hollow just under his throat. Steve tastes good even like this: the barest hints of soap from a shower, the slight saltiness of sweat. And Bucky’s always been a tactile person so exploring like this, with hands and mouth, is definitely a treat.
The fact that Steve doesn’t jump at the touch of his metal hand helps more than he can say.
And that little whimper? That does so much for him — including making his hips rock a little harder against Steve’s. So the teasing of his thumb becomes a more substantial touch: rolling the pads of his fingers over that sensitive bit of skin, pinching lightly with thumb and forefinger. Experimenting, pulling back enough to watch Steve’s face, see what he likes the most, what kind of touch he prefers.
Bucky promised everything, and he means to deliver.
But Steve’s hands aren’t idle either, much to his delight. Bucky sighs at the fingers playing in his hair, the light little tugs. He hopes Steve will take it as an invitation for more, to do more. To touch him more. Likewise the hand at his hip, the squeeze that Bucky presses into. More is definitely welcomed and encouraged both; he enjoys having an edge to this sort of play.]
This still okay? [Checking in is a thing, it absolutely is a thing because even though Steve’s body is responding to every advance, he wants to make absolutely certain that this is what Steve wants, what he needs. And — perhaps a bit selfishly — he really likes hearing how their growing lust threads through his partner’s voice.]
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The fact that Steve doesn’t jump at the touch of his metal hand helps more than he can say.
And that little whimper? That does so much for him — including making his hips rock a little harder against Steve’s. So the teasing of his thumb becomes a more substantial touch: rolling the pads of his fingers over that sensitive bit of skin, pinching lightly with thumb and forefinger. Experimenting, pulling back enough to watch Steve’s face, see what he likes the most, what kind of touch he prefers.
Bucky promised everything, and he means to deliver.
But Steve’s hands aren’t idle either, much to his delight. Bucky sighs at the fingers playing in his hair, the light little tugs. He hopes Steve will take it as an invitation for more, to do more. To touch him more. Likewise the hand at his hip, the squeeze that Bucky presses into. More is definitely welcomed and encouraged both; he enjoys having an edge to this sort of play.]
This still okay? [Checking in is a thing, it absolutely is a thing because even though Steve’s body is responding to every advance, he wants to make absolutely certain that this is what Steve wants, what he needs. And — perhaps a bit selfishly — he really likes hearing how their growing lust threads through his partner’s voice.]