[ Bucky's eagerness to please is addicting -- it's new and overwhelming and Steve is taken aback by it, especially when he takes to it so easily, sinfully delectable mouth closing around him.
For a moment, he's worried about Bucky's sharp teeth, a part of him wanting to tell Bucky to take care -- but he trusts him, knows keenly that the other boy would never hurt him. See, between the two of them, Steve was still the more reckless one.
He groans softly, voice thick with pleasure. He doesn't sing the way Bucky does, but his pleasure is obvious all the same, eyes lidding with delight and joy as his fingers tangle in his hair.
His mouth feels so good wrapped around him, and Steve gasps, hips thrusting into his mouth with an insistence he can't keep in check; Bucky had better be extra careful with his teeth. ] Mmm -- you can't hurt me. More, please.
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For a moment, he's worried about Bucky's sharp teeth, a part of him wanting to tell Bucky to take care -- but he trusts him, knows keenly that the other boy would never hurt him. See, between the two of them, Steve was still the more reckless one.
He groans softly, voice thick with pleasure. He doesn't sing the way Bucky does, but his pleasure is obvious all the same, eyes lidding with delight and joy as his fingers tangle in his hair.
His mouth feels so good wrapped around him, and Steve gasps, hips thrusting into his mouth with an insistence he can't keep in check; Bucky had better be extra careful with his teeth. ] Mmm -- you can't hurt me. More, please.