His eyes are wild with this hungry look to them as Steve's hands about-face and start heading somewhere else, hooking on his pants with this tiny curve of his lips that steals the breath far more easily and more completely than Steve's cock sinking into his throat. His eyes track down every inch of pale skin that gets uncovered as Steve starts to pull down his pants.
Only well, he doesn't expect Steve to practically fall off his lap. It's actually enough to stun the heat from him for at least two seconds, and erection that's killing him here for maybe a grand total of a half second; Bucky sits up, leans over the couch a little to see if Steve's okay, eyes comically wide. Steve's doing this weird-flailing squirm to get out of his pants where he's landed. It doesn't make it easier when he lurches up at the same time for Bucky's mouth that's parted in this 'o' of surprise.His lips open for him, for that first kiss that Steve's planted on him, only it's more to croak out if Steve's okay, except that dies on his lips as he presses hard into the kiss, teeth grazing the soft skin of his lip and tongue sliding against him, tasting him. Steve's lips are nice and red and tingling when they part.
Bucky's hands start this lift upwards like they got a mind of their own when they grab Steve, only they hover uselessly when Steve turns around, facing his cock as he's half crouched. Bucky's not really thinking as he eyes the nice, maybe a little bony swell of Steve's ass, and now he does allow himself to touch, palm rubbing a little possessively over him.
Fingers swipe through the clear mess on his stomach, his cock does this horrific throb that's a prickly surge of pleasure-pain. Bucky presses his face against Steve, teeth worrying the skin of his ass before he breathes hard and unevenly as Steve wraps a clever hand around him and strokes him. It's not gonna be enough, he needs more than that-
Steve gets up, turns around, braces himself on the arm rest and looks over his shoulder this Look that's an invitation. Bucky chokes a little and he's on his knees embarrassingly fast, hand still still palming that curve of his ass like it's been glued there. His hips nestled forward, and Christ, he's eager for it, so eager, his cock sliding nice and hot and heavy up against his hole. He doesn't push in just yet, not when his eyes flick down. Steve's shirt's hiked up some - Bucky shoves it up as far as it will go along his back, and sure enough, he's spotted another patch of skin that doesn't have any pastels on it. He leans down, nips at that amazing dip in his spine, then draws his tongue up along the curve of his spine, tasting him.
His other hand fumbles, circles himself, and begins to guide himself in. The head of his cock touches him, then with a twist of his hips, he begins to carefully push himself into his friend, legs trembling with the effort and restraint it's taking not to just ram in as he nips at a shoulder blade, soothes that over with a hot stripe of saliva.
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Only well, he doesn't expect Steve to practically fall off his lap. It's actually enough to stun the heat from him for at least two seconds, and erection that's killing him here for maybe a grand total of a half second; Bucky sits up, leans over the couch a little to see if Steve's okay, eyes comically wide. Steve's doing this weird-flailing squirm to get out of his pants where he's landed. It doesn't make it easier when he lurches up at the same time for Bucky's mouth that's parted in this 'o' of surprise.His lips open for him, for that first kiss that Steve's planted on him, only it's more to croak out if Steve's okay, except that dies on his lips as he presses hard into the kiss, teeth grazing the soft skin of his lip and tongue sliding against him, tasting him. Steve's lips are nice and red and tingling when they part.
Bucky's hands start this lift upwards like they got a mind of their own when they grab Steve, only they hover uselessly when Steve turns around, facing his cock as he's half crouched. Bucky's not really thinking as he eyes the nice, maybe a little bony swell of Steve's ass, and now he does allow himself to touch, palm rubbing a little possessively over him.
Fingers swipe through the clear mess on his stomach, his cock does this horrific throb that's a prickly surge of pleasure-pain. Bucky presses his face against Steve, teeth worrying the skin of his ass before he breathes hard and unevenly as Steve wraps a clever hand around him and strokes him. It's not gonna be enough, he needs more than that-
Steve gets up, turns around, braces himself on the arm rest and looks over his shoulder this Look that's an invitation. Bucky chokes a little and he's on his knees embarrassingly fast, hand still still palming that curve of his ass like it's been glued there. His hips nestled forward, and Christ, he's eager for it, so eager, his cock sliding nice and hot and heavy up against his hole. He doesn't push in just yet, not when his eyes flick down. Steve's shirt's hiked up some - Bucky shoves it up as far as it will go along his back, and sure enough, he's spotted another patch of skin that doesn't have any pastels on it. He leans down, nips at that amazing dip in his spine, then draws his tongue up along the curve of his spine, tasting him.
His other hand fumbles, circles himself, and begins to guide himself in. The head of his cock touches him, then with a twist of his hips, he begins to carefully push himself into his friend, legs trembling with the effort and restraint it's taking not to just ram in as he nips at a shoulder blade, soothes that over with a hot stripe of saliva.