Bucky does what he can to keep the kiss slow and soft. He's not sure he can handle much else, but the way Steve's hand feel on him is amazing. It's like an electrical current passes through wherever Steve touches him and it's dangerous but it's also making him feel more alive than he has in a long time.
His own hands slide over Steve's back, slow and deliberate. He hasn't let himself want or need much in a long, long time, but right now he needs Steve the way he needs oxygen.
He wants to warn Steve about all the ways he's broken now, all the reasons that this could break them both more, but he can't bring himself to say anything that would make them stop, so he keeps it all inside.
"Don't do that to me again." He rubs his nose against Steve's. "Don't let me think you're dead."
This is a bad idea. Steve deserves so much more than Bucky can give him, but Bucky's way too selfish to let it go.
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His own hands slide over Steve's back, slow and deliberate. He hasn't let himself want or need much in a long, long time, but right now he needs Steve the way he needs oxygen.
He wants to warn Steve about all the ways he's broken now, all the reasons that this could break them both more, but he can't bring himself to say anything that would make them stop, so he keeps it all inside.
"Don't do that to me again." He rubs his nose against Steve's. "Don't let me think you're dead."
This is a bad idea. Steve deserves so much more than Bucky can give him, but Bucky's way too selfish to let it go.