[ His pulse rachets up as soon as Bucky seizes him by the throat, the surge of adrenaline blowing his eyes wide and dark. He ends up flat on his back, gripping at Bucky's wrist as though he could pull that heavy arm off of him--he wouldn't stand a chance in the world, he wouldn't want to--and his cock giving an aching throb as his friend climbs over him, beautiful and predatory, merciless, his eyes dark with anger or desire. Just now it's hard to separate the two: they're all tangled up in him, Steve suspects. Bucky probably wants to hurt him as much as he wants to love him, and still he is so careful with him, pinning him down but never hurting his throat or restricting breath.
It hitches anyway, though, his lungs stopping for a moment when Bucky murmurs in his ear, hot and dangerous. Steve tips his chin in a nod, brushing his metal shoulder with his fingers: all right, he won't ask for anything, he'll do as he's told. He wants to show Bucky his devotion, show him how much he's loved; he'd submit to anything his lover wanted if it would convince him. ]
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It hitches anyway, though, his lungs stopping for a moment when Bucky murmurs in his ear, hot and dangerous. Steve tips his chin in a nod, brushing his metal shoulder with his fingers: all right, he won't ask for anything, he'll do as he's told. He wants to show Bucky his devotion, show him how much he's loved; he'd submit to anything his lover wanted if it would convince him. ]