[ They’ve always meant to fit together, it’s true. Steve would attest to it. From boys, to teenagers, to young men, to adults. Steven Rogers and James Barnes were meant to be together. Not even time or serums or psychotic groups hellbent on world domination can change that. Circumstances may split them up more than they’d both like, but two halves of the same soul will always find their way back to each other. And Steve knows now that nothing’s going to change the basic core of them.
There’s nowhere else he’d rather be and no one else he’d rather be with. Bucky’s always been the one he’s wanted.
Right now, hard as it is, he’s not going to focus on waxing poetically about the stars in his eyes, but instead focus on the man beneath him that has fire on his tongue and ice in his touch. Which, as it turns out, is really pretty easy.
He wishes Bucky would touch him more, but he doesn’t want to force anything. It isn’t a secret that Bucky struggles with his left hand and whether or not he wants to use it in situations like these. Steve wants him to feel comfortable with it, encourages the use of it whenever he can, but he understands the hesitancy with which Bucky operates. So, as much as he’d like to just tell Bucky to put it on him, he wants to feel it, or even just physically put Bucky’s hand on him, he doesn’t. Instead he just attempts to not smile as Bucky bites his lip, but that turns out to be some sort of impossibility.
It’s hard not to when they’re in carefree moments like these. They’ve really never been afforded something like this. Even if they are on a mission right now.
Steve ducks down again to capture Bucky’s lips in a kiss, soft and lingering. One hand rests against Bucky’s side, fingers idly moving in a small tickling sort of motion. Not pulling away fully, he bumps their noses together. ]
Guess we’re in agreement then. [ Steve isn’t a smooth guy by any sense of the term, but he makes the attempt as he transitions from kissing Bucky’s mouth to moving down to his neck and further along to his collarbones. ] We’re just not leaving.
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There’s nowhere else he’d rather be and no one else he’d rather be with. Bucky’s always been the one he’s wanted.
Right now, hard as it is, he’s not going to focus on waxing poetically about the stars in his eyes, but instead focus on the man beneath him that has fire on his tongue and ice in his touch. Which, as it turns out, is really pretty easy.
He wishes Bucky would touch him more, but he doesn’t want to force anything. It isn’t a secret that Bucky struggles with his left hand and whether or not he wants to use it in situations like these. Steve wants him to feel comfortable with it, encourages the use of it whenever he can, but he understands the hesitancy with which Bucky operates. So, as much as he’d like to just tell Bucky to put it on him, he wants to feel it, or even just physically put Bucky’s hand on him, he doesn’t. Instead he just attempts to not smile as Bucky bites his lip, but that turns out to be some sort of impossibility.
It’s hard not to when they’re in carefree moments like these. They’ve really never been afforded something like this. Even if they are on a mission right now.
Steve ducks down again to capture Bucky’s lips in a kiss, soft and lingering. One hand rests against Bucky’s side, fingers idly moving in a small tickling sort of motion. Not pulling away fully, he bumps their noses together. ]
Guess we’re in agreement then. [ Steve isn’t a smooth guy by any sense of the term, but he makes the attempt as he transitions from kissing Bucky’s mouth to moving down to his neck and further along to his collarbones. ] We’re just not leaving.