Steve isn't going to last either and he knows it. Just having Bucky underneath him is enough of a fantasy come true for him to lose it. But everything else? He is hanging on by his teeth and slipping more and more with each gorgeous expression Bucky makes as Steve takes him apart. But there is no possible way he's not going to finish this all inside of him. So, reluctantly, Steve pulls his fingers free before Bucky loses it completely and decides it's now or never.
For being the guy running the show so far, he's strangely shyer now. His hands even shake a little as he makes sure he's slick enough for the next step. As he tries to figure out the right position to not cause either of them discomfort. Sadly, there hadn't been as many helpful diagrams for this part.
Still, he has a general idea. Steve kisses Bucky as he encourages his legs just a bit wider. He lets them cage him in as he pets and caresses Bucky, accomplishing the secondary goal of lining himself up. It is easy enough from there to push forward. Steve presses their foreheads together, panting already as he feels nothing but resistance from the other body before the slow, gradual give.
"I don't know how long I'm gonna last either, Buck," he confesses quietly. Inch by inch he slips in, pausing for the other man to adjust or call for a pause. The tight heat is better than he'd even thought it would be and that's a problem since he already knew he was in trouble before that. Steve chokes out a laugh that almost sounds like a sob. When he kisses Bucky it's more tender than he means it to be but not nearly as tender as he wants.
God, he loves him. He loves him so, so much.
The truth of that thought is like a strike on lightning through Steve's mind, but the kind of strike that would come in the middle of a storm, next to a metal rod. It's not really that surprising for all that it is still spectacular and awesome in a nearly biblical sense. Steve knew that it was likely. He knew that it was even just a matter of time for it to strike and light up his entire world.
He knew that after it happened, there would be unimaginable damage left in its wake. But what could he do? He was already dancing in the rain with a key strapped on a kite when he'd figured it all out. And now it is just truly too late.
Steve swallows it back into the bottomless pit of all the other things he waited too long to say and focuses instead on the moment he has. On Bucky. And with one more kiss, he pushes in even more, trembling with all he's feeling.
"Jesus," he breathes finally, voice hoarse for some reason. "Oh... God... This... You. Yeah... I ain't gonna last long at all..."
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For being the guy running the show so far, he's strangely shyer now. His hands even shake a little as he makes sure he's slick enough for the next step. As he tries to figure out the right position to not cause either of them discomfort. Sadly, there hadn't been as many helpful diagrams for this part.
Still, he has a general idea. Steve kisses Bucky as he encourages his legs just a bit wider. He lets them cage him in as he pets and caresses Bucky, accomplishing the secondary goal of lining himself up. It is easy enough from there to push forward. Steve presses their foreheads together, panting already as he feels nothing but resistance from the other body before the slow, gradual give.
"I don't know how long I'm gonna last either, Buck," he confesses quietly. Inch by inch he slips in, pausing for the other man to adjust or call for a pause. The tight heat is better than he'd even thought it would be and that's a problem since he already knew he was in trouble before that. Steve chokes out a laugh that almost sounds like a sob. When he kisses Bucky it's more tender than he means it to be but not nearly as tender as he wants.
God, he loves him. He loves him so, so much.
The truth of that thought is like a strike on lightning through Steve's mind, but the kind of strike that would come in the middle of a storm, next to a metal rod. It's not really that surprising for all that it is still spectacular and awesome in a nearly biblical sense. Steve knew that it was likely. He knew that it was even just a matter of time for it to strike and light up his entire world.
He knew that after it happened, there would be unimaginable damage left in its wake. But what could he do? He was already dancing in the rain with a key strapped on a kite when he'd figured it all out. And now it is just truly too late.
Steve swallows it back into the bottomless pit of all the other things he waited too long to say and focuses instead on the moment he has. On Bucky. And with one more kiss, he pushes in even more, trembling with all he's feeling.
"Jesus," he breathes finally, voice hoarse for some reason. "Oh... God... This... You. Yeah... I ain't gonna last long at all..."