[ And he does without hesitation, taking his weight and holding him steady in his arms, appreciating the feel of the smaller man against him. He loves the material of the corset, the way it looks on him, the stark contrast against milk-white skin. Steve is beautiful, and he can barely take his eyes off of him, even when he feels the kisses to his jaw, his Steve so sweetly affectionate that it makes him hard, swelling in his leather pants.
He knows the stark contrast that they make, Steve's soft lines against Bucky's harsher, more unforgiving ones, and he nuzzles at him in return, pressing his groin up against that perky little ass. There are so many things he wants to do to him right now, and his metal hand comes to splay possessively over Steve's stomach, tracing over the lovely material.
Pressing kisses to his shoulder, he gently bites, leaves a hickey blossoming on his skin. ] It's okay, I'd rather strip it all off you anyway. You're so pretty, Stevie. You wanna be my girl, don't you?
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He knows the stark contrast that they make, Steve's soft lines against Bucky's harsher, more unforgiving ones, and he nuzzles at him in return, pressing his groin up against that perky little ass. There are so many things he wants to do to him right now, and his metal hand comes to splay possessively over Steve's stomach, tracing over the lovely material.
Pressing kisses to his shoulder, he gently bites, leaves a hickey blossoming on his skin. ] It's okay, I'd rather strip it all off you anyway. You're so pretty, Stevie. You wanna be my girl, don't you?