[ And Bucky, so impossibly warm, so tight and slippery around him that Steve was filled with a ferocious possessiveness, a love that made him grip Bucky tighter, claiming him when his mouth sought his, to swallow the sound of pleasure that he made. The water splashed out all around them, but Steve didn't care -- all he cared was that his mate was displaying his colors for him again, the pleasure bringing him back.
They would work it all out, he knew it, and he grasped his own cock to push it up into him, feeling the way his mate sheathed him so tightly. He took his time with him, inviting Bucky to curl his tail under him while he took him, made him his all over again. ]
Mine. [ He promised against his mouth, lip scraping against teeth, allowing them to draw droplets of his own blood. He drew out, plunged into him sharply again, rutting into his welcoming heat, acknowledging the way he sheathed him so lovingly. ] Bucky, you're all mine.
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They would work it all out, he knew it, and he grasped his own cock to push it up into him, feeling the way his mate sheathed him so tightly. He took his time with him, inviting Bucky to curl his tail under him while he took him, made him his all over again. ]
Mine. [ He promised against his mouth, lip scraping against teeth, allowing them to draw droplets of his own blood. He drew out, plunged into him sharply again, rutting into his welcoming heat, acknowledging the way he sheathed him so lovingly. ] Bucky, you're all mine.