[It feels so good to be together like this: in Bucky's bed, tangled together, the warmth of Steve's weight atop him. There's something special about it, something that goes back decades and reminds him of couch cushions on the floor and shenanigans aplenty. It's not quite what they were then but there are definite shades of that closeness, that friendship, that trust in each other.
His hands explore the shape of Steve's back, how muscle has given more definition to his form. It's something he wants to learn: the boundaries of Steve's shape, how and where he likes to be touched. What feels good, and what feels better than just good.]
You never have. I don't think you could.
[It might be a flattering statement but it's an honest one, wrapped up with affection and friendship and this warm thing between them that's just growing warmer with every shared look, every careful touch. Bucky tips his head to the side, giving Steve all the room he wants to explore, sighing softly as lips play against his skin.]
Mm? Both.
[A quiet chuckle bubbles through him as Steve lingers over the bruise; it still stings a little and that's perfect.]
I like having my neck kissed. And sometimes I like to play a little rough. Not something I need all the time, but it feels damn good.
[He tugs Steve up, enough to be able to drop a kiss on his lips.]
Feels even better because it's you. You've left so many marks on me Steve, from when we were kids to now. This one's just visible. [His smile turns a little sly.] And I kind of like seeing you get a little possessive.
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His hands explore the shape of Steve's back, how muscle has given more definition to his form. It's something he wants to learn: the boundaries of Steve's shape, how and where he likes to be touched. What feels good, and what feels better than just good.]
You never have. I don't think you could.
[It might be a flattering statement but it's an honest one, wrapped up with affection and friendship and this warm thing between them that's just growing warmer with every shared look, every careful touch. Bucky tips his head to the side, giving Steve all the room he wants to explore, sighing softly as lips play against his skin.]
Mm? Both.
[A quiet chuckle bubbles through him as Steve lingers over the bruise; it still stings a little and that's perfect.]
I like having my neck kissed. And sometimes I like to play a little rough. Not something I need all the time, but it feels damn good.
[He tugs Steve up, enough to be able to drop a kiss on his lips.]
Feels even better because it's you. You've left so many marks on me Steve, from when we were kids to now. This one's just visible. [His smile turns a little sly.] And I kind of like seeing you get a little possessive.