[An earnest agreement, something Bucky means down to the very heart of who he is. He’s obviously not inexperienced and surely Steve has picked up on it. But he’s never had a lover who’s made him feel anything near what Steve gives to him. His breathing gets heavier, eyes darker the more Steve teases and he can’t tear his gaze away from the sight of his best friend between his legs.
Damn, he just wants this man so much.
A little cry escapes him at that soft bite, the way Steve sucks in a bruise a moment later. Bucky remembers that he has a hand in Steve’s hair and tugs again, a whine accompanying the motion; his other hand flings itself across the bed, searching for a pillow and hauling it close to prop himself up. He wants to see this, needs to see more of Steve.
It takes his breath away when he does. Steve has always had a quiet intensity about him, a focus that he can narrow down so sharply onto an idea he gets in his head. To be the center of that focus, to have all of it turned completely on him is a feeling like no other. It’s arousing yes, but it’s also comfortable, like a heavy blanket on a cold day.
The sentiment in his friend’s voice makes the words Bucky wants to say catch in his throat. The only thing that comes out—
—is all that he really needs to say anyway:] Steve...
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[An earnest agreement, something Bucky means down to the very heart of who he is. He’s obviously not inexperienced and surely Steve has picked up on it. But he’s never had a lover who’s made him feel anything near what Steve gives to him. His breathing gets heavier, eyes darker the more Steve teases and he can’t tear his gaze away from the sight of his best friend between his legs.
Damn, he just wants this man so much.
A little cry escapes him at that soft bite, the way Steve sucks in a bruise a moment later. Bucky remembers that he has a hand in Steve’s hair and tugs again, a whine accompanying the motion; his other hand flings itself across the bed, searching for a pillow and hauling it close to prop himself up. He wants to see this, needs to see more of Steve.
It takes his breath away when he does. Steve has always had a quiet intensity about him, a focus that he can narrow down so sharply onto an idea he gets in his head. To be the center of that focus, to have all of it turned completely on him is a feeling like no other. It’s arousing yes, but it’s also comfortable, like a heavy blanket on a cold day.
The sentiment in his friend’s voice makes the words Bucky wants to say catch in his throat. The only thing that comes out—
—is all that he really needs to say anyway:] Steve...