[ Steve hums, not quite awake himself, but Bucky's movement is has him stirring. He's somewhere between a dream and reality, the sharp smell of sex and Bucky settling in the room around him and the hard line of Bucky's cock pressed against him and his own body reacts in kind.
He shifts with lazy movements, seeking out friction for his own needs. He's half-hard, probably has been for a while with dreams of everything he wants with Bucky floating in his head--the sexual and the domestic. Maybe they can't have everything, but they can carve out room for a hell of a lot. Steve will be fine as long as he has Bucky at his side, in any case. ]
Mmm Buck.
[ His voice is raw with sleep, hand sliding up Bucky's back as his eyelids flutter. ]
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He shifts with lazy movements, seeking out friction for his own needs. He's half-hard, probably has been for a while with dreams of everything he wants with Bucky floating in his head--the sexual and the domestic. Maybe they can't have everything, but they can carve out room for a hell of a lot. Steve will be fine as long as he has Bucky at his side, in any case. ]
Mmm Buck.
[ His voice is raw with sleep, hand sliding up Bucky's back as his eyelids flutter. ]