[ Steve breathes, soft and sweet and happy -- he loves when Bucky is tender, when he fucks him slowly, lovingly, and he leans in, greedy for more of those kisses and those marks, wanting to wear his lover wherever he goes. Not that he would admit it, of course.
It feels good to have Bucky like this, and he gasps at the squeeze, thrusting into his hands as pleasure slides down his spine at those deliciously filthy words. ] Love when you talk dirty. I always feel so good -- mmmm, I'm close.
[ Close, so close, he stifles a soft moan, arching into Bucky's body as he comes in thick spurts, semen practically flooding over Bucky's fingers. ]
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[ Steve breathes, soft and sweet and happy -- he loves when Bucky is tender, when he fucks him slowly, lovingly, and he leans in, greedy for more of those kisses and those marks, wanting to wear his lover wherever he goes. Not that he would admit it, of course.
It feels good to have Bucky like this, and he gasps at the squeeze, thrusting into his hands as pleasure slides down his spine at those deliciously filthy words. ] Love when you talk dirty. I always feel so good -- mmmm, I'm close.
[ Close, so close, he stifles a soft moan, arching into Bucky's body as he comes in thick spurts, semen practically flooding over Bucky's fingers. ]