Between raw instinct, Bucky's guiding hands, and Steve's innate ability to figure things out, Steve finally starts to get the hang of this. He braces one hand against the wall for leverage and the other is fisting in the sheets by Bucky's head. The bed gives the telltale squeaks he remembered bleeding through walls in their apartment. It is surreal to think he's the one doing it, this time.
Bucky tightens around him over and over again which is incredible and also really annoying. Steve is recalling every nun he had as a teacher from first to eighth grade just to not blow it completely the first time. Even with Sister Bruna and her hairy mole, it's a close call when Bucky bites his earlobe. Apparently that is something he likes a lot. Look at this: learning opportunities.
Steve hums to swallow a guttural noise threatening to erupt out. It almost sounds like a purr that way which isn't exactly wrong.
"Nah... This is... just my Tuesday equipment."
Steve grins down at Bucky, proud that he was able to think of a joke right now. That smugness doesn't last too long though as his hips snap forward with a burst of biological impatience and he decides, yeah. Yeah, that is a real good way to do this, too.
The pace picks up, bed squeaking faster and louder as an erotic accompaniment to the sounds of moans and smacking flesh. Steve rests his forehead against Bucky's, eyes closed as he drinks in this feeling. As he tries to memorize every single feeling and sense experience, in case this is the only time he will ever have this.
The next sound out of him is a sharper cry. His breathing goes uneven and shallow as the peak comes into view.
"God, Bucky..." his voice is softer than he means it to be. "Oh...oh God. You... You're so incredible. So amazing."
'I love you,' he thinks but doesn't say. Although he's not entirely sure it's not written all over his face all the same.
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Date: 2022-05-14 02:53 am (UTC)Bucky tightens around him over and over again which is incredible and also really annoying. Steve is recalling every nun he had as a teacher from first to eighth grade just to not blow it completely the first time. Even with Sister Bruna and her hairy mole, it's a close call when Bucky bites his earlobe. Apparently that is something he likes a lot. Look at this: learning opportunities.
Steve hums to swallow a guttural noise threatening to erupt out. It almost sounds like a purr that way which isn't exactly wrong.
"Nah... This is... just my Tuesday equipment."
Steve grins down at Bucky, proud that he was able to think of a joke right now. That smugness doesn't last too long though as his hips snap forward with a burst of biological impatience and he decides, yeah. Yeah, that is a real good way to do this, too.
The pace picks up, bed squeaking faster and louder as an erotic accompaniment to the sounds of moans and smacking flesh. Steve rests his forehead against Bucky's, eyes closed as he drinks in this feeling. As he tries to memorize every single feeling and sense experience, in case this is the only time he will ever have this.
The next sound out of him is a sharper cry. His breathing goes uneven and shallow as the peak comes into view.
"God, Bucky..." his voice is softer than he means it to be. "Oh...oh God. You... You're so incredible. So amazing."
'I love you,' he thinks but doesn't say. Although he's not entirely sure it's not written all over his face all the same.