-- 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

[punchedhitler]

[Steve picks things up quickly, and he catches the right rhythm after only a moment. His hand tightens a bit, and he's pressing kisses against Bucky's lips, his jawline, his neck, and then nips him there]

Come on, Bucky, I'm right here.

[Safe, warm, he loves him.]

[yourbestguysgun]

Fuck.

[ He twitches, body going still for the moment it takes to push him over the edge, spilling out and collapsing against Steve for a moment. ] Mngh. [ So eloquent. ]

[punchedhitler]

[Steve wipes his hand off on the sheet, slightly away from where they're curled together, and breathes in the smell of Bucky, his arms going around his waist]

Mmmhmm.

[There's a laugh.]

Language.

STEVE, YOU ARE NOW A MAN.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Bucky just starts laughing against his shoulder, pats him on the stomach like it should really have been a smack. ] Shut up.

THROW A PARTY - wait that was the party

[punchedhitler]

[He laughs some more]

I love you.

[Said softly, pleased]

obv Steve will know he's been cursed, but should Bucky figure this shit out?

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Lifting up to kiss him again, more soft this time. ] Love you too. Now shh. [ You are his pillow once more. ]

That's up to you! Might be interesting?

[punchedhitler]

[Steve settles, and holds Bucky somewhat tightly, closing his eyes as he presses his face against Bucky's hair]

I JUST DON'T WANNA BE DEMAND-Y FOR THREADS. I can skip the finding out. mdfhjlek

[yourbestguysgun]

[ If he drifts off, this is entirely Steve's fault. Yup. ]