[ At the nudge, Bucky spreads his legs to make more room for Steve like he belongs there, fitted there between his legs. It’s not even sexual, though it could be as easily as the next breath that he draws into his lungs. It’s just this, the way they fit together, like two pieces of something that was never really meant to be apart. The serum changed that fit once, Hydra did it again years later, but instead of being destroyed, it’s like they’ve grown into it. Like maybe this is what they were meant to be all along.
It’s a little more philosophical than Bucky’s given toward being even on the best of days. But that’s Steve for him. He’s just got this way about him. Turns tougher, stronger men into overgrown saps. It’s been happening all of Bucky’s life, though he’s always tried so hard to pretend that it hasn’t.
He licks his lips when Steve pulls back from kiss, chasing the taste of him, like he’s so greedy for it that he can’t let even a hint of it escape. There’s a smile pulling at his mouth again, wickedly amused, and it reflects in his eyes as they peer up at Steve through the tangle of his hair. ]
Is that right? [ He bends a knee, drawing it up near Steve’s hip like he’s building a trap to keep him there. ] What about you, huh?
[ Sometimes, like now, he wishes that he had more hands. The need to touch Steve is nearly overwhelming and two just isn’t enough. Especially when one isn’t normal. He settles for traces Steve’s cheekbone with his fingertips, outlining his jaw and lightly running a finger along his brow while the other hand hovers near his hip, wanting to touch and yet struggling to make the contact. ]
What about your strength? [ Leaning up, he brushes Steve’s lips with his own. Then sinks his teeth into that enticing bottom one. ] Who said I’m letting you out of bed?
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It’s a little more philosophical than Bucky’s given toward being even on the best of days. But that’s Steve for him. He’s just got this way about him. Turns tougher, stronger men into overgrown saps. It’s been happening all of Bucky’s life, though he’s always tried so hard to pretend that it hasn’t.
He licks his lips when Steve pulls back from kiss, chasing the taste of him, like he’s so greedy for it that he can’t let even a hint of it escape. There’s a smile pulling at his mouth again, wickedly amused, and it reflects in his eyes as they peer up at Steve through the tangle of his hair. ]
Is that right? [ He bends a knee, drawing it up near Steve’s hip like he’s building a trap to keep him there. ] What about you, huh?
[ Sometimes, like now, he wishes that he had more hands. The need to touch Steve is nearly overwhelming and two just isn’t enough. Especially when one isn’t normal. He settles for traces Steve’s cheekbone with his fingertips, outlining his jaw and lightly running a finger along his brow while the other hand hovers near his hip, wanting to touch and yet struggling to make the contact. ]
What about your strength? [ Leaning up, he brushes Steve’s lips with his own. Then sinks his teeth into that enticing bottom one. ] Who said I’m letting you out of bed?