It's like being on fire. Steve's never felt such fucking molten rock slipping through his veins. He feels delirious with it. He feels like he's teetering on the brink of madness and the beckoning of it has never sounded so sweet.
Bucky's hips writhe against his as Steve's working off his clothes. That alone has Steve hissing in pleasure and ready to rip their remaining layers off. But then Bucky begs him for this. His hands go to his belt and there is something expert about how he gets it open and slides inside. Steve might have questions but the ability to think is completely robbed by Bucky's hand on his cock, stroking him in the close confines.
"Oh...oh, Buck," he gasps, heaving air in as though his asthma is coming back. His hands release the belt in order to press into the wall for stability. He claws against it, hands curling and uncurling as he trembles at the touch. Steve presses their foreheads together and lets out a broken moan as those familiar callouses stroke against him. But it's not enough. None of it will ever be enough.
The plaster around his hands cracks into spiderwebs with just a little too much force and Steve takes that as proof they need to move.
It's difficult but Steve moves back and considers his next move with all three of the braincells he still has online. Finally, he grabs onto that belt once more and reels Bucky in close. This time, however, it's not to hold him there. He just needs Bucky within grabbing distance so he can lift the man up and practically toss him onto the nearby couch.
"Don't want polite or nice?"
Steve slides his hands up Bucky's legs before going for his fly and practically ripping the clothes off him. Both of them just in underwear now, Steve climbs on top and lines themselves up as best he can before grinding in closer. His mouth finds Bucky's neck and bites lightly against it, trailing them from pulse to bottom lip.
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Date: 2022-04-26 06:28 pm (UTC)Bucky's hips writhe against his as Steve's working off his clothes. That alone has Steve hissing in pleasure and ready to rip their remaining layers off. But then Bucky begs him for this. His hands go to his belt and there is something expert about how he gets it open and slides inside. Steve might have questions but the ability to think is completely robbed by Bucky's hand on his cock, stroking him in the close confines.
"Oh...oh, Buck," he gasps, heaving air in as though his asthma is coming back. His hands release the belt in order to press into the wall for stability. He claws against it, hands curling and uncurling as he trembles at the touch. Steve presses their foreheads together and lets out a broken moan as those familiar callouses stroke against him. But it's not enough. None of it will ever be enough.
The plaster around his hands cracks into spiderwebs with just a little too much force and Steve takes that as proof they need to move.
It's difficult but Steve moves back and considers his next move with all three of the braincells he still has online. Finally, he grabs onto that belt once more and reels Bucky in close. This time, however, it's not to hold him there. He just needs Bucky within grabbing distance so he can lift the man up and practically toss him onto the nearby couch.
"Don't want polite or nice?"
Steve slides his hands up Bucky's legs before going for his fly and practically ripping the clothes off him. Both of them just in underwear now, Steve climbs on top and lines themselves up as best he can before grinding in closer. His mouth finds Bucky's neck and bites lightly against it, trailing them from pulse to bottom lip.
"Show me how you want it, Buck."