Steve growls low in his throat and it's more a warning than an expression of lust. Bucky keeps talking about leaving. About the future as though it is an inescapable barrier they're yet to run into but inevitably will. That point where Steve will say goodbye to the man he loves so desperately, now for what feels like the hundredth time. Steve doesn't want to hear it. He doesn't want to think about it. His grip wraps around the both of them punishingly tight and just squeezes.
"Keep talkin' about leaving and I'll let you finish in the bathroom," he warns in a tone that's aiming for a tease but has an edge a bit too raw to manage it. Still, he isn't going to let that ruin the moment. Not when he has Bucky hard and throbbing against him. Steve bends and sucks a mark high on Bucky's neck as he releases his grip in order to stroke them both instead. The combination of another cock against his own and the friction of his hand is enough to make him feel blinded.
"Jesus Christ," he hisses. With one free hand he all but fists it into Bucky's hair and pulls their lips together. The kiss is brutal and starving just as the first one had been. Steve is somewhere between trying to bite those lips and soothing the abuse with his tongue. The whole time his hand makes up for the inexpert, instinctual movements of his hips. Steve strokes them smoothly and firmly and without any rush despite how his body screams for it.
"Bucky," he says in prayer. His own cock twitches hard and leaks from the tip. Steve uses it as he keeps going. His body starts to tremble with the force of his restraint and the feelings of everything building up.
He wants more but doesn't want this to end. It's an impossible intersection of desires.
"You better give me some marks too," he finally is able to say, voice trembling from more than just pleasure. "I want you burned into every inch of me..."
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"Keep talkin' about leaving and I'll let you finish in the bathroom," he warns in a tone that's aiming for a tease but has an edge a bit too raw to manage it. Still, he isn't going to let that ruin the moment. Not when he has Bucky hard and throbbing against him. Steve bends and sucks a mark high on Bucky's neck as he releases his grip in order to stroke them both instead. The combination of another cock against his own and the friction of his hand is enough to make him feel blinded.
"Jesus Christ," he hisses. With one free hand he all but fists it into Bucky's hair and pulls their lips together. The kiss is brutal and starving just as the first one had been. Steve is somewhere between trying to bite those lips and soothing the abuse with his tongue. The whole time his hand makes up for the inexpert, instinctual movements of his hips. Steve strokes them smoothly and firmly and without any rush despite how his body screams for it.
"Bucky," he says in prayer. His own cock twitches hard and leaks from the tip. Steve uses it as he keeps going. His body starts to tremble with the force of his restraint and the feelings of everything building up.
He wants more but doesn't want this to end. It's an impossible intersection of desires.
"You better give me some marks too," he finally is able to say, voice trembling from more than just pleasure. "I want you burned into every inch of me..."