[Steve curls in against him, around him and it’s warm in ways Bucky hadn’t anticipated: the press of skin to skin, the blurring of the boundaries where one ends and the other begins. Bucky sighs, tugging their joined hands to his chest to rest over his heart, pulse gradually slowing as he remembers how to breathe.
He’s certainly not promiscuous, but Bucky’s no stranger to sex. Even so, it’s never felt like this before and he attributes that entirely to Steve.
A quiet noise rolls through him at Steve’s words, something that’s half a chuckle and full of affection.]
How do you want to be with me, Steve? What can I make come true for you?
[Because he can feel how hard his partner still is, and Bucky wants to give him the world.]
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He’s certainly not promiscuous, but Bucky’s no stranger to sex. Even so, it’s never felt like this before and he attributes that entirely to Steve.
A quiet noise rolls through him at Steve’s words, something that’s half a chuckle and full of affection.]
How do you want to be with me, Steve? What can I make come true for you?
[Because he can feel how hard his partner still is, and Bucky wants to give him the world.]