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[Steve's mouth opens but a sound doesn't come out; that pressure came at precisely the right instant, all that Steve manages is an inarticulate mumble in the back of his throat. His hips rock up, but his hands move to compensate, to keep Bucky seated.]

[ He's feeling hot all over, but this is the only time in weeks it's been acceptable, hands on Steve's stomach and the rest of him leaning in to kiss him as dirty as possible, because he's been holding back for him, and now he doesn't have to. ]

[Steve surges up into the kiss, so he's almost seated, his hands still on Bucky's thighs - it's a testament to the muscles in Steve's abs, which don't seem to find this even slightly strenuous. As dirty as Bucky is making it, Steve's rising to that challenge, kissing Bucky like the inside of his mouth is coated in something sticky and sweet.

No holding back, none at all. Steve's attitude towards this is strong and focused and he won't stop now.]

[ It's Bucky who breaks away, arms around his shoulder, twisting in Steve's lap. ] Why do you even wear clothes? I am -- [ Hand working between them. ] -- relieving you of your uniform, Cap.

Yessir.

[Steve's smile is radiant and laughing, because if this feels amazing, and this is just the preliminary, then he understands why all those girls followed Bucky around Brooklyn.

He lifts his hips slightly like and offering, his own hands going down to help Bucky divest him.]

And I wear them because you get upset when I go without, remember?

Okay, maybe y'should just be naked around me then, huh?

[ Bucky wraps his fingers around Steve's waistband, grins at him. ] Then I wouldn't mind so much.

[Steve's got his trousers and his y-fronts on - when he got dressed he hadn't been planning for his, but at least he hasn't got on shoes]

Who knows when the Network would turn on and see?

I'll throw the devices out the window, we'll be fine.

[ Look, he's got that button undone, so he's just pushing Steve's trousers over his hips. ] See, I have a plan for everything.

They both not here?

[He means the devices, in the room. That would be a burst of cold water. His is in the kitchen.

But despite the question he just moves his hands down to the bed so he can push himself up for a second, so that Bucky can get his trousers down, and kicks his legs a bit.]

[ Once that's seen to, Bucky crowds Steve back against the sheets again, presses a kiss against his mouth again, fingertips running boldly across the front of his briefs. ]

[Steve returns the kiss, his hands going around Bucky's waist, spanning them as much as he can. His hands are so much bigger now, callused oddly from the shield. The hold on tight, because as much as Steve does remember his strength, sometimes he can't control it.

There will be bruises.]

Take 'em off.

[ And that does far too many things to Bucky's libido, because Steve's strength is impressive, makes him a little hotter under the collar than he's able to admit.

So he just smirks. ] Sorry, y'gotta request?

[Steve just looks up at Bucky. His eyes are definitely darker than normal]

You want me to tear 'em off?

[ His brain is just going to short-circuit, mouth falling open for a second. If he weren't hard enough to ache before, he is now. ]

Heat stroke makes y'kinda demandin', huh?

I don't think it's the heat stroke, just saying.

[Steve is hard as a rock, straining against his y-fronts; his hands are getting even tighter, but he rocks up to give Bucky a kiss.]

[ Groaning into the kiss, one hand tangling in his hair and the other palming him through thin cotton of his underwear. ]

Nngh.

[It's Steve's turn to become incoherent: he just makes an odd growling noise in the back of his throat, his hips rising up almost against his will to meet Bucky's hand]

How does that feel - it's not even like -

[It's not even skin-to-skin]

[ Huffing out a dirty laugh at the curve of Steve's throat, he does it again, draws his hand across the rather impressive bulge, teasing and mostly because he likes how Steve's reacting to it. ]

Maybe m'just magic.

You're something.

[Another noise, pitched low and humming in his chest, winds it's way out of Steve's mouth when Bucky does that, and Steve moves his hands to the waistband of Bucky's trousers, tugging them down]

[ He's all for helping him, levering himself up on his arms to kick them of. ]

Yeah, an' you like it.

Yeah, I like that.

[He smiles up, very slightly bashful, and his fingers find their way inside Bucky's briefs, brushing against Bucky's cock]

This okay?

[ Muffling his groan against Steve's shoulder, Bucky just tips against him. This is really happening, they're taking the next step. It's terrifying and thrilling. ]

[Steve laughs, low and soft, and tugs Bucky's brief's out of the way and down, and his hand goes back to Bucky's erection, wrapping around it. He's shy about it, to a degree, not looking at Bucky's face but instead looking down between them.

He moves his wrist at a maddeningly slow pace, no less]

[ Making an encouraging noise in the back of his throat, Bucky runs a hand over Steve's cheek, keeps very still for a moment, because this is new for Steve and he can't rush it.

And it feels really good, his breathing caught for a moment, transfixed by how gorgeous Steve is, how Bucky's the luckiest guy around. ] Steve. [ Breathless. ]

[He finally looks up, his eyes locking with Bucky's for an instant]

Bucky.

[He moves his free hand to where Bucky is palming him, still through cloth]

You want to take it all off me?

IT'S OKAY YOU KNOW I AM HERE FOR YOU ALWAYS and will backdate forever << >> <<

I WILL CONTINUE SQUEAKING AT THEM

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WHAT IS STEVE WEARING? OH MY GOD, I DON'T WANNA GO TO BED.

BAWWW <3

OKAY, BEDTIME NOW. /REACHES

SLEEP WELL

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8D 8D 8D

oh my god. AND I HAVE TO GO TO SLEEP SOON AGAIN, WHAT IS THIS, WHY DOES THIS HAPPEN

BAD TIMING it's okay

ugh, I love theeeeeem.

yesss

/cheers them on happily.

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