[ Steve felt the rock against his back, but he wasn't afraid, no -- he was here with Bucky, and when he felt those kisses, he shuddered, his cock twitching with arousal, leaking further because he'd never learned how to exclusively hold it in.
He'd been thinking about this for a long time, had always wondered what it would be like because he had nothing to compare it to, and when it was Bucky's turn to kiss his shaft, lips soft against his hard length, he squirmed -- he was sharing this with him, too. They were doing this with each other, and that was what mattered.
His fingers came to curl in Bucky's thick, dark hair. ]
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He'd been thinking about this for a long time, had always wondered what it would be like because he had nothing to compare it to, and when it was Bucky's turn to kiss his shaft, lips soft against his hard length, he squirmed -- he was sharing this with him, too. They were doing this with each other, and that was what mattered.
His fingers came to curl in Bucky's thick, dark hair. ]
Yours. Yours, Bucky.