-- oh dear diary, we fell apart.

[yourbestguysgun]

"... What do you mean record a message? Ain't the whole point it bein' the other way round. Stupid piece o' --."

☎ Call
☏ Text
✔ Voicemail

[ ooc: action is also a-okay, if you know where to find him. :) ]

Comments

[yourbestguysgun]

Is that so? Y'prepared for anythin'?

[punchedhitler]

You don't think so?

[yourbestguysgun]

Nah, I got a few tricks up my sleeve.

[punchedhitler]

[Steve looks a little curious for a second]

Surprise me.

[yourbestguysgun]

Plan on it.

[ Their building's close enough, so Bucky grins, pats him on the shoulder. ]

Don't let your guard down, sweetheart.

[punchedhitler]

[He snorts]

I better not wake up with honey on my face.

[yourbestguysgun]

I'd lick it off for you, if that'd make y'feel better.

[punchedhitler]

[Cap does the verbal equivalent of a keysmash]

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Laughing, Bucky leans in, and because he's an obnoxious bastard, licks a stripe along Steve's throat. ]

[punchedhitler]

[Steve's hands wrap around Bucky's waist and he pulls him into the apartment because he needs to kiss him right now. Even while Crepe is dancing at their feet.]

/strokes subject bar lovingly. WHY ARE THEY SO RIDICULOUS?

[yourbestguysgun]

[ He may not be a supersoldier, but Bucky still manages to pin Steve to the back of the front door, hands wrapped tight in his friend's jacket, his whole body pressed against him. When he catches Steve's gaze, his own pupils are blown wide with desire, moves to trail a line of kisses along his throat, because he can, he's allowed. ]

It's why we love them

[punchedhitler]

[Steve catches his breath, pressed against the door like that, his hands firm on Bucky's waist, tightening a little]

God, I should thank every dame in Brooklyn if this is what they taught you.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Breathed against his skin. ] Hell, I wanna thank them myself. This way I know I'm the first that gets t'touch you like this.

[punchedhitler]

Trust me when I say that you are.

[He can't help himself, his fingers go just under Bucky's shirt]

[yourbestguysgun]

[ He can't quite help the amusement bubbling up in him, teeth teasing along Steve's earlobe now. ] Good.

[punchedhitler]

Bucky, if you keep going you're going to find out just how much I like you.

[He's already half-hard and embarrassed about it.]

[yourbestguysgun]

Really?

[ He's a dick, Steve. So he's just going to lean into him, his hand low on Steve's stomach. ] Is it a lot?

[punchedhitler]

It's a lot.

[His eyes are closed because he can't look at his best friend right now. He's trying hard to keep this in control]

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Kissing him at his throat just where Steve's pulse flutters. Bucky's turned on, sure, but this is Steve. ] Don't worry, kid. I'm not gonna push.

[punchedhitler]

[He takes a breath, and with it comes a sound that Steve has never made before. It's low and deep]

I know.

[He leans down and gives him another kiss, catching his mouth. He knows because he really does know everything about Bucky, and knows that Bucky's turned on.]

[yourbestguysgun]

[ His skin feels all prickly hot, breath going out of him at Steve's kiss, and who knew his best friend could do this to him? ] Nn.

[punchedhitler]

[He end the kiss and holds onto Bucky, tight, like he'll disappear if Steve lets go, and tucks his face in Bucky's neck]

We should probably stop.

Before I...

[He lets that dangle]

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Muffled. ] I'd offer t'help you with that, but I don't want you to punch me.

[punchedhitler]

I'd put you through a wall.

[He's holding on, damn it.]

[yourbestguysgun]

Spoilsport.

[ Curling his arms around Steve's waist, because he gets that something has turned in Steve's head. ] Hey, hey. You don't have to do anythin' you don't wanna do, right? I can wait. I just want you to be happy.