The noises Bucky makes will haunt every single dream Steve has for the rest of his life. At the obvious prompt, Steve smirks at his friend and tilts his head to rub his beard against the abused skin he'd licked and sucked on. As he thinks about Bucky's request, his hand massages up his side and down again. Slow movements as Steve hones in on what he wants.
He gets it as his hands wrap around Bucky's wrists and hoist them up, over his head. Steve pins them there and shifts so he can once more feel Bucky's erection flush against his own. He looks down into the other man's eyes, close enough to almost brush noses.
"What I want?" His voice is deep and husky. "I want to know what your face looks like when I slip inside you."
To pantomime the action, Steve rocks his hips forward, thrusting against Bucky nice and slow.
"I wanna know what you feel like when you come. I wanna hear you scream my name. And then I want to break this damn bed when I turn around and let you do all the same for me."
His movements get faster as his imagination gets carried away. The bed gives a soft creak of protest as he rocks against Bucky in a newly found rhythm. It's the same sort of noise they'd sometimes hear in their apartment when people got in the mood in the rooms above or beside them. Steve had giggled before getting green once he was older.
Now apparently it is his turn to play this particular instrument.
"I want you," Steve says breathlessly as he kisses Bucky again. The grip on his wrists loosen a bit.
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Date: 2022-04-29 03:56 am (UTC)He gets it as his hands wrap around Bucky's wrists and hoist them up, over his head. Steve pins them there and shifts so he can once more feel Bucky's erection flush against his own. He looks down into the other man's eyes, close enough to almost brush noses.
"What I want?" His voice is deep and husky. "I want to know what your face looks like when I slip inside you."
To pantomime the action, Steve rocks his hips forward, thrusting against Bucky nice and slow.
"I wanna know what you feel like when you come. I wanna hear you scream my name. And then I want to break this damn bed when I turn around and let you do all the same for me."
His movements get faster as his imagination gets carried away. The bed gives a soft creak of protest as he rocks against Bucky in a newly found rhythm. It's the same sort of noise they'd sometimes hear in their apartment when people got in the mood in the rooms above or beside them. Steve had giggled before getting green once he was older.
Now apparently it is his turn to play this particular instrument.
"I want you," Steve says breathlessly as he kisses Bucky again. The grip on his wrists loosen a bit.
"I always just... I fucking want you."