[ For a few moments it's almost too good to want to move. Steve settles against Bucky with a sigh, face tucked against his shoulder and thighs slung negligently over his waist, his cock cradled deliciously against Bucky's stomach. The little shivers of sensation have not yet turned to pressing need; it still feels good to lie still, warm and safe in Bucky's arms, feeling all of that bare skin against him. It feels good to be held, to be cradled while he's still half-asleep, even Bucky's metal arm around him has a pleasant heaviness, locking him securely in place.
But after a few moments Steve turns his head, squirming a little against him, and presses a soft kiss to his nipple, licking it, nipping it gently between his teeth. His hand wanders down, finding Bucky's cock and curving around it, finding it hot and swelled against his hand; his breath catches, and Steve strokes him slowly and tongues his nipple, moving to the other one to give it the same attention, waiting patiently for him to get fully hard in his hand. He presses a kiss to the center of Bucky's chest, sighs again, lays his head there. ] Suck your cock if you want. [ he offers sleepily, rubbing his thumb over the plush head, the slick fluid beading at the slit. ]
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But after a few moments Steve turns his head, squirming a little against him, and presses a soft kiss to his nipple, licking it, nipping it gently between his teeth. His hand wanders down, finding Bucky's cock and curving around it, finding it hot and swelled against his hand; his breath catches, and Steve strokes him slowly and tongues his nipple, moving to the other one to give it the same attention, waiting patiently for him to get fully hard in his hand. He presses a kiss to the center of Bucky's chest, sighs again, lays his head there. ] Suck your cock if you want. [ he offers sleepily, rubbing his thumb over the plush head, the slick fluid beading at the slit. ]