Don't cry. [ He growls -- he wishes they were alone now and not in the midst of a massive, dizzying crowd. He wishes he can see Steve as he is when he takes his cock inside him like a fucking champ, when he clamps down tight and Bucky practically sees stars. It's amazing, being inside him, and Steve has so rapidly, so wonderfully become his addiction.
He doesn't think of the people around anymore, smug that he's claiming his lover under all their oblivious noses, making sure that Steve knows just who he belongs to. He's proving it now, too, in front of hundreds and hundreds of people, and he moves now, slowly. He might love thrusting up inside his lover's hole without pause, but he's not cruel enough to fuck him when he's not ready, especially when he's so small now. ] Baby, don't cry. [ He kisses his earlobe, pretends to point to something right there at the parade to keep up the act for the others while he pulls out, then pushes balls deep inside his sweet little lover again. ] ...Love you, too. You can't imagine how much.
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He doesn't think of the people around anymore, smug that he's claiming his lover under all their oblivious noses, making sure that Steve knows just who he belongs to. He's proving it now, too, in front of hundreds and hundreds of people, and he moves now, slowly. He might love thrusting up inside his lover's hole without pause, but he's not cruel enough to fuck him when he's not ready, especially when he's so small now. ] Baby, don't cry. [ He kisses his earlobe, pretends to point to something right there at the parade to keep up the act for the others while he pulls out, then pushes balls deep inside his sweet little lover again. ] ...Love you, too. You can't imagine how much.