Steve's hands trail over Bucky's torso as it's freed from his shirt. Even with the little exposure he's had, he can tell that this man is smaller than the one sleeping in Wakanda. He's thinner and the muscles are more lean than bulky. He hasn't been fueling his new metabolism properly and the battle between that and his body's inability to really run into the ground leaves him in weird limbo. Steve's heart breaks a little feeling it but he also knows he can fix it. He can take care of Bucky, now.
But first...this.
The heel to his back is a surprise but a good one. Steve presses closer to make sure he's supporting Bucky's weight if needed. But then there is a tongue in his mouth and that's a sort of kiss he's seen and never experienced. It had seemed odd and uncomfortable, before. But it's not. Fuck, it's not.
Steve is tingling from the intimacy of it and battles Bucky's tongue with his own. When Bucky grinds his dick against his, Steve has to break off the kiss to cry out a moan. It's good. So good. Without thought he drops his hands to Bucky's belt and frantically starts pawing at it, pulling it open however he can. Before he can slide it free though, he uses it like a lasso to drag their hips flush and secure it there as he nips Bucky's bottom lip and finally breaks away to breathe.
Steve's eyes are pitch black as he stares at his friend. He can feel his pulse in his cock as it presses against Bucky's. There's no misunderstanding, here. No way to pass this off as something other than what it is.
Steve is amazed to realize he doesn't even want to.
"Buck," he breathes. "Bucky." Steve kisses him softer for a moment but deepens it before he really pulls away.
He's yet to loosen the belt grip even a little.
"You better be sure about this, pal. If you're not, this is your chance to walk away. No hard feelings. Otherwise, I don't feel like I'll ever be able to stop touching you again. Not now that I know what it's like.
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But first...this.
The heel to his back is a surprise but a good one. Steve presses closer to make sure he's supporting Bucky's weight if needed. But then there is a tongue in his mouth and that's a sort of kiss he's seen and never experienced. It had seemed odd and uncomfortable, before. But it's not. Fuck, it's not.
Steve is tingling from the intimacy of it and battles Bucky's tongue with his own. When Bucky grinds his dick against his, Steve has to break off the kiss to cry out a moan. It's good. So good. Without thought he drops his hands to Bucky's belt and frantically starts pawing at it, pulling it open however he can. Before he can slide it free though, he uses it like a lasso to drag their hips flush and secure it there as he nips Bucky's bottom lip and finally breaks away to breathe.
Steve's eyes are pitch black as he stares at his friend. He can feel his pulse in his cock as it presses against Bucky's. There's no misunderstanding, here. No way to pass this off as something other than what it is.
Steve is amazed to realize he doesn't even want to.
"Buck," he breathes. "Bucky." Steve kisses him softer for a moment but deepens it before he really pulls away.
He's yet to loosen the belt grip even a little.
"You better be sure about this, pal. If you're not, this is your chance to walk away. No hard feelings. Otherwise, I don't feel like I'll ever be able to stop touching you again. Not now that I know what it's like.
"Better than I could even imagine..."