[Bucky’s brain definitely isn’t firing on all cylinders right now, because having Steve like this is very distracting. Rational thought has definitely become optional; Bucky’s entire world has shrunk down to this room, to his bed, to having Steve with him, touching him, driving him crazy. It’s a little sloppy and he kind of adores that too, because it’s not perfect but it is perfectly them.
The hand in Steve’s hair continues to play while his other hand curves to Steve’s cheek, a gentle touch because he wants another point of contact, wants to touch even more than they already are. His breathing has gotten heavier and Bucky lets his moans fall free, interspersed with soft words of praise when Steve finds something he particularly likes.]
Like that, Stevie. [The stroke of his tongue, the barest hint of teeth against sensitive flesh. It all combines with the way Steve hasn’t stopped touching him, hasn’t stopped caressing skin that feels too hot, too small almost.] You feel so damn good—
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The hand in Steve’s hair continues to play while his other hand curves to Steve’s cheek, a gentle touch because he wants another point of contact, wants to touch even more than they already are. His breathing has gotten heavier and Bucky lets his moans fall free, interspersed with soft words of praise when Steve finds something he particularly likes.]
Like that, Stevie. [The stroke of his tongue, the barest hint of teeth against sensitive flesh. It all combines with the way Steve hasn’t stopped touching him, hasn’t stopped caressing skin that feels too hot, too small almost.] You feel so damn good—