[ For a second, the scent of blood in the back of his throat and uncertainty hanging in the air, Matt wonders if he's gone too far. His heart stutters as that metal hand presses harder, gripping the fabric of his shirt and then ripping it away. It isn't the reaction he expected, but then really none of this has been.
That mouth on his chest calms the rest of his fears, however, heart pounding now for another reason altogether. Hands still tangled in Bucky's hair, he doesn't bother to hold back a low groan, his fingers inadvertantly tightening in response. ]
Oh, Christ. [ Matt's head falls back against the couch, shivering at the warm drag of Bucky's tongue and the cooling air on wet skin. ]
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That mouth on his chest calms the rest of his fears, however, heart pounding now for another reason altogether. Hands still tangled in Bucky's hair, he doesn't bother to hold back a low groan, his fingers inadvertantly tightening in response. ]
Oh, Christ. [ Matt's head falls back against the couch, shivering at the warm drag of Bucky's tongue and the cooling air on wet skin. ]