The grind makes sparks fly down Steve's spine, eyes fluttering shut as he rides the wave of pleasure it provides. Without thinking he is pressing down against Bucky as well, chasing the feeling. His mouth slots against the other's easily now from recent practice and it's the work of a second to be kissing him slow and deep. It's only when a moan bubbles into his throat that he breaks away and controls himself once more with a few breaths.
"Maybe," he says with a voice a bit more husky than it had been before. "We are thinking too much about this all. Nice rooms, sure, but the view is gonna be wasted when we are just taking in the sights from our bed."
He's not used to innuendo, really, and his cheeks go pink with the insinuation he made. Something tells him it will get easier with time and how often he is likely going to be doing it. Just a smirk and a look from Bucky has always been enough to get his blood pumping faster. Now when he knows the shape of his lips and the feel of his body beneath him it will be far harder to not want to indulge.
Thank God they already share a tent most of the time. No one should ask any questions about it then when they retreat for the night together and close the flaps up as tight as possible. Some privacy even in this Hell so he can hold Bucky close and promise all the things they'll do when back on American soil. That thought alone almost takes some of the weariness from Steve's bones.
"Ya know," he says softly, "Actually, I don't even care where we are. So long as I got my best guy beside me, It'll be the best place in the whole country."
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Date: 2022-07-24 06:24 pm (UTC)"Maybe," he says with a voice a bit more husky than it had been before. "We are thinking too much about this all. Nice rooms, sure, but the view is gonna be wasted when we are just taking in the sights from our bed."
He's not used to innuendo, really, and his cheeks go pink with the insinuation he made. Something tells him it will get easier with time and how often he is likely going to be doing it. Just a smirk and a look from Bucky has always been enough to get his blood pumping faster. Now when he knows the shape of his lips and the feel of his body beneath him it will be far harder to not want to indulge.
Thank God they already share a tent most of the time. No one should ask any questions about it then when they retreat for the night together and close the flaps up as tight as possible. Some privacy even in this Hell so he can hold Bucky close and promise all the things they'll do when back on American soil. That thought alone almost takes some of the weariness from Steve's bones.
"Ya know," he says softly, "Actually, I don't even care where we are. So long as I got my best guy beside me, It'll be the best place in the whole country."