Steve smiles at Bucky and continues what he's doing while also making sure to pay attention to his friend and his afterglow. He chuckles a bit at the question and can hear the possessive current that comes underneath the words. Steve can understand it. If the shoe was on the other foot, he has no idea how he'd manage to deal with Bucky being fawned over and adored by an entire nation when he was so used to having him to himself. Even without romance or sex, their friendship was a constant that involved the two of them and no one else. Putting that in jeopardy was like yanking a tablecloth off a set table just to see what happened.
"I found that out the same way I found out how to do this..."
Steve pushes his finger in a little deeper just to finish the sentence.
"I did a lot of research on my own. And one night I decided to just...test the limits. They go pretty far." And had actually regretted it the next day. His personal best seemed to hover around five and a half but by the end he was very much not enjoying it anymore. Frankly, after the third time the distinction between pain and pleasure started to get blurry. But two? Yeah. Two is still pretty swell.
He kisses Bucky soft and almost playfully as he continues to fuck him on that one finger. He's more relaxed after an orgasm but he's also more sensitive and Steve needs to toe that line before he does something that crosses it. So it's a little bit before he pulls free and slicks up a second finger. Just to be prepared. Just to test and slowly introduce as little as possible at a time.
The whole time he stays over Bucky, kissing him and nipping against his jaw in equal measure. Worshiping the body below him as he always wanted to, deep down. Steve himself is still hard and grinds now and then against Bucky's leg just for friction, but his attention is solely on the other man. His best friend and other half of his soul.
Steve breaks the kiss and just looks down at him, awed and completely besotted.
"Don't let me hurt you, Buck. Okay? I don't want that. This is already the best night of my whole life and I don't need a goddamn thing else. So please...don't let me do that to you."
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Date: 2022-05-03 05:25 pm (UTC)"I found that out the same way I found out how to do this..."
Steve pushes his finger in a little deeper just to finish the sentence.
"I did a lot of research on my own. And one night I decided to just...test the limits. They go pretty far." And had actually regretted it the next day. His personal best seemed to hover around five and a half but by the end he was very much not enjoying it anymore. Frankly, after the third time the distinction between pain and pleasure started to get blurry. But two? Yeah. Two is still pretty swell.
He kisses Bucky soft and almost playfully as he continues to fuck him on that one finger. He's more relaxed after an orgasm but he's also more sensitive and Steve needs to toe that line before he does something that crosses it. So it's a little bit before he pulls free and slicks up a second finger. Just to be prepared. Just to test and slowly introduce as little as possible at a time.
The whole time he stays over Bucky, kissing him and nipping against his jaw in equal measure. Worshiping the body below him as he always wanted to, deep down. Steve himself is still hard and grinds now and then against Bucky's leg just for friction, but his attention is solely on the other man. His best friend and other half of his soul.
Steve breaks the kiss and just looks down at him, awed and completely besotted.
"Don't let me hurt you, Buck. Okay? I don't want that. This is already the best night of my whole life and I don't need a goddamn thing else. So please...don't let me do that to you."