Steve gives a ragged cry that’s music to his ears, and Bucky drags his tongue along the indents left smarting on his skin. If they’d had this back home, Bucky would’ve never, ever bit Steve. Didn’t dare break skin or hurt him a little, even if he’d rough-housed with him before. Bucky’s heart gives a guilty twist; hell, he shouldn’t be relieved Steve’s got the serum, ‘cause it feels a little like he’s betraying that skinny guy from Brooklyn. Even if it lets him have this.
Bucky’s hands join Steve’s as he helps drag their underwear off. Their cocks bob free, swollen and full. He’s pretty sure he leaves scratches on Steve’s thighs too in the process. And seeing the red marks starting to darken, he’s not all that sorry either. It’s a good look on him. Bucky’s barely got time to kick his own when Steve’s dragging him up, and Bucky follows like he always has ever since the schoolyard where he dragged those bullies off a skinny blond twerp.
The door-frame groans under them as wood threatens to splinter under them. It’s hard to give a damn when Steve groans against the corner of his lips, and Bucky laves his tongue along the arc of his cheekbone. His cock throbs as nails find his waist, a tiny clear bead well up as he rocks against him while he can. This way, Bucky stumbles them back, hands roaming along Steve’s strong flank up to skim over his abs, where the heel of his palm skims over tawny nipples set over firm pecs.
Bucky lands heavily on Steve with a laugh caught between a groan as Steve shoves him onto his back and his legs spread to welcome him there like Steve’s coming home. It’s when Steve starts making his way downwards that Bucky’s breath catches all over again, his left hand burying itself in Steve’s hair as teeth nip at his inner thighs. Bucky’s other hand flies right down to his cock, circling around the flushed shaft to give himself a needy pump as he watches wide-eyed.
God. Steve looks so fucking sinful down there. Bucky whimpers out a breathy sounds as Steve sucks at the delicate skin between his thigh and crotch, only to leave a matching one like a work of art.
“Holy hell, Steve. Jesus, the mouth on you. Who knew?” Bucky breathes out, shuddering as lust trembles glass-sharp through his veins, hip rising up on its own to nudge at the air between him and Steve’s lips. He has to give himself a squeeze as Bucky, frankly, can think of all kinda things Steve might do with some slick; the kinds of things Bucky caught himself daydreaming of when he shouldn't, and especially not with his best friend. Bucky’s fingers twist in his air, unable to help dragging Steve in against his thigh just to feel his beard scratch against him.
no subject
Bucky’s hands join Steve’s as he helps drag their underwear off. Their cocks bob free, swollen and full. He’s pretty sure he leaves scratches on Steve’s thighs too in the process. And seeing the red marks starting to darken, he’s not all that sorry either. It’s a good look on him. Bucky’s barely got time to kick his own when Steve’s dragging him up, and Bucky follows like he always has ever since the schoolyard where he dragged those bullies off a skinny blond twerp.
The door-frame groans under them as wood threatens to splinter under them. It’s hard to give a damn when Steve groans against the corner of his lips, and Bucky laves his tongue along the arc of his cheekbone. His cock throbs as nails find his waist, a tiny clear bead well up as he rocks against him while he can. This way, Bucky stumbles them back, hands roaming along Steve’s strong flank up to skim over his abs, where the heel of his palm skims over tawny nipples set over firm pecs.
Bucky lands heavily on Steve with a laugh caught between a groan as Steve shoves him onto his back and his legs spread to welcome him there like Steve’s coming home. It’s when Steve starts making his way downwards that Bucky’s breath catches all over again, his left hand burying itself in Steve’s hair as teeth nip at his inner thighs. Bucky’s other hand flies right down to his cock, circling around the flushed shaft to give himself a needy pump as he watches wide-eyed.
God. Steve looks so fucking sinful down there. Bucky whimpers out a breathy sounds as Steve sucks at the delicate skin between his thigh and crotch, only to leave a matching one like a work of art.
“Holy hell, Steve. Jesus, the mouth on you. Who knew?” Bucky breathes out, shuddering as lust trembles glass-sharp through his veins, hip rising up on its own to nudge at the air between him and Steve’s lips. He has to give himself a squeeze as Bucky, frankly, can think of all kinda things Steve might do with some slick; the kinds of things Bucky caught himself daydreaming of when he shouldn't, and especially not with his best friend. Bucky’s fingers twist in his air, unable to help dragging Steve in against his thigh just to feel his beard scratch against him.
“Tell me. Tell me what you want.”