[ Steve is well beyond his actual skill set for these kinds of things and settling firmly into the territory of doing what feels good and what Bucky seems to like, but he doesn't have a hard time reading Bucky's body. The way Bucky shifts and sighs against him is a pretty good indicator that Steve isn't doing too bad.
His hand slides over the swell of Bucky's ass, down his muscular thigh and back up. His touches aren't unsure or teasing now. They're warm and insistent, pressing into flesh like he wants to learn every inch of it. ]
I probably want to do them all, too.
[ Even as he can't stop kissing Bucky long enough to do more than mumble against his lips, Steve is laughing because he is just so damn happy to be here with Bucky. His other hand slides from Bucky's hair to slide over his shoulder and down his chest, blunt nails dragging lightly over his skin. ]
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His hand slides over the swell of Bucky's ass, down his muscular thigh and back up. His touches aren't unsure or teasing now. They're warm and insistent, pressing into flesh like he wants to learn every inch of it. ]
I probably want to do them all, too.
[ Even as he can't stop kissing Bucky long enough to do more than mumble against his lips, Steve is laughing because he is just so damn happy to be here with Bucky. His other hand slides from Bucky's hair to slide over his shoulder and down his chest, blunt nails dragging lightly over his skin. ]