Right there. [A quiet little plea, moaned out when Steve lingers at a spot against the side of his neck. Can he feel the pounding of Bucky’s pulse under his lips? Bucky’s not sure; all he knows is that he likes it.] Harder. Mark me.
[Not that bruises last long with his metabolism but that doesn’t matter. What matters is feeling Steve through every inch of skin, permeating every pore. What matters is letting Steve explore, a breathless little laugh escaping him when he feels knuckles tease against him.]
I want— yes.
[Wants Steve’s hand curled around him, wants Steve touching him. Wants Steve to jack him off, wants to do the same for Steve. Wants to do so much more, but they have to start somewhere, right? And if somewhere is Steve’s hand wrapped around his dick, his own hand trailing down Steve’s torso to do the same, that’s certainly not a bad start.]
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[Not that bruises last long with his metabolism but that doesn’t matter. What matters is feeling Steve through every inch of skin, permeating every pore. What matters is letting Steve explore, a breathless little laugh escaping him when he feels knuckles tease against him.]
I want— yes.
[Wants Steve’s hand curled around him, wants Steve touching him. Wants Steve to jack him off, wants to do the same for Steve. Wants to do so much more, but they have to start somewhere, right? And if somewhere is Steve’s hand wrapped around his dick, his own hand trailing down Steve’s torso to do the same, that’s certainly not a bad start.]
Want to touch you too.