[ Steve's legs around his waist, his fragile hips pushing into Bucky's, they're as sweet or sweeter than those little mmh noises he's making, though-- Christ, all of it's good, it's sickly sweet like burnt sugar in his core, it's pure fire in his lungs and in his cock.
And then Steve looks at him, wide eyed and there, present in the moment and half-lidded, gone with lust and heat, slack and giving in to it. He almost loses it right then, a breathy exhale punches out of his lungs and ghosts over Steve's lips. His eyes are wide where Steve's are narrow, dark and unflinching and searching. His hips stutter at the sight of them. ]
Steve--
[ It barely clears his throat, choked and desperate.
For a wild second, he almost says I l- but he doesn't, he seals the words into Steve by pressing their lips together, and only once their mouths are crushed does he release his grip on Steve's wrists. One of them at least, anyway, to drop down and curl and fist in Steve's shirt. ]
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And then Steve looks at him, wide eyed and there, present in the moment and half-lidded, gone with lust and heat, slack and giving in to it. He almost loses it right then, a breathy exhale punches out of his lungs and ghosts over Steve's lips. His eyes are wide where Steve's are narrow, dark and unflinching and searching. His hips stutter at the sight of them. ]
Steve--
[ It barely clears his throat, choked and desperate.
For a wild second, he almost says I l- but he doesn't, he seals the words into Steve by pressing their lips together, and only once their mouths are crushed does he release his grip on Steve's wrists. One of them at least, anyway, to drop down and curl and fist in Steve's shirt. ]