[To the end of the line, it’s special to them in so many ways, spoken and unspoken. And this is an exciting new dimension of that promise, something that Bucky knows he’s going to want to explore over and over again because it’s always going to be exciting and new — like the way Steve moves down his body now, like the way he has to give up his attentions to those fingers. But he can’t even mind because this is Steve exploring him and that? That’s the most arousing thing he’s ever experienced.
The little flicker of tongue against his navel makes him laugh; it’s not quite ticklish but it’s close and it’s fun and he likes it. He really likes the way Steve tugs at his leg too, the firmness of his touch, what he feels in his hands. He’s always admired Steve’s hands: the hands of an artist wrapped around pencils and charcoals, the hands of a soldier giving strength to those in need. Now he has both that strength and that artistry focused on him and it’s almost too much to bear.
He only wants more and more of it.
He shifts his other leg so that Steve’s firmly between them, bracketed by Bucky’s thighs and that alone makes him shiver again, desire for Steve spiking higher. It’s a clear invitation, an implication of what more they can eventually do and what Bucky is pretty sure he wants to do with Steve.]
Steve, please—
[He’s not even entirely sure what he’s asking for, save that he wants more of Steve. However, whatever Steve wants to give of himself, Bucky is both eager and greedy for it.]
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[To the end of the line, it’s special to them in so many ways, spoken and unspoken. And this is an exciting new dimension of that promise, something that Bucky knows he’s going to want to explore over and over again because it’s always going to be exciting and new — like the way Steve moves down his body now, like the way he has to give up his attentions to those fingers. But he can’t even mind because this is Steve exploring him and that? That’s the most arousing thing he’s ever experienced.
The little flicker of tongue against his navel makes him laugh; it’s not quite ticklish but it’s close and it’s fun and he likes it. He really likes the way Steve tugs at his leg too, the firmness of his touch, what he feels in his hands. He’s always admired Steve’s hands: the hands of an artist wrapped around pencils and charcoals, the hands of a soldier giving strength to those in need. Now he has both that strength and that artistry focused on him and it’s almost too much to bear.
He only wants more and more of it.
He shifts his other leg so that Steve’s firmly between them, bracketed by Bucky’s thighs and that alone makes him shiver again, desire for Steve spiking higher. It’s a clear invitation, an implication of what more they can eventually do and what Bucky is pretty sure he wants to do with Steve.]
Steve, please—
[He’s not even entirely sure what he’s asking for, save that he wants more of Steve. However, whatever Steve wants to give of himself, Bucky is both eager and greedy for it.]