[ How could Steve pass up a request like that? There's a possessive urge in him that loves the idea of leaving something on Bucky's body that makes it clear that he's spoken for. The kisses on Bucky's throat turn a little rougher until he's sucking a mark into the skin, teeth grazing over the mark that he knows can't last, but he wants it there for now. ]
Then touch me.
[ There's humor in his voice, even half-wrecked, as he works his hand on Bucky, steady and just a little too slow. He doesn't want to tease, but he doesn't want this to be over too quickly, either. His mind can't help wandering to all the things he wants to try with Bucky later. God, the idea of getting his mouth on Bucky is intoxicating. There's nothing he doesn't want to try just to see what Bucky likes. ]
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Then touch me.
[ There's humor in his voice, even half-wrecked, as he works his hand on Bucky, steady and just a little too slow. He doesn't want to tease, but he doesn't want this to be over too quickly, either. His mind can't help wandering to all the things he wants to try with Bucky later. God, the idea of getting his mouth on Bucky is intoxicating. There's nothing he doesn't want to try just to see what Bucky likes. ]