[ Steve works him through it the best he can. He chokes a little, but ignores it, winds up swallowing a little and having to wipe at his chin with the back of his hand and this is definitely not a moment of practice or finesse, but somehow it's still perfect and fun and completely hot and his other hand is still holding Bucky's metal one through the whole thing.
He can't help chuckling a little as he kisses Bucky's thigh and moves up his body carefully. ]
Still with me?
[ His weight is pressed against Bucky as he leans in to kiss Bucky's cheek and he's still hard, because how could he not be after that display? But he's not in a rush to take care of himself just yet, because Bucky's here warm and panting under Steve and Steve did that to him. He felt the way Bucky had been shaking, the way he'd said Steve's name.
Bucky's metal hand, he notes, does have its own unique weight to it, but it still feels so much like it's Bucky. It doesn't warrant more than a passing thought as he strokes his thumb over Bucky's hand. ]
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He can't help chuckling a little as he kisses Bucky's thigh and moves up his body carefully. ]
Still with me?
[ His weight is pressed against Bucky as he leans in to kiss Bucky's cheek and he's still hard, because how could he not be after that display? But he's not in a rush to take care of himself just yet, because Bucky's here warm and panting under Steve and Steve did that to him. He felt the way Bucky had been shaking, the way he'd said Steve's name.
Bucky's metal hand, he notes, does have its own unique weight to it, but it still feels so much like it's Bucky. It doesn't warrant more than a passing thought as he strokes his thumb over Bucky's hand. ]