[ Steve would be Bucky's husband, first and always -- before he was anyone else. Bucky had loved him, seen him for who he was and believed in him anyway. For that, Steve owed him everything.
He could feel that groan, could hear it against his mouth, and he moved then, long, fluid thrusts that sunk in deep and pulled out, over and over again. This was so much more than pleasure for them; this was a connection built and forged over a lifetime, a powerful reaffirmation of what they were to each other.
Steve's mouth found his pulse again, sucking a vivid kiss bruise onto his skin before he guided Bucky's legs to wrap around him. ] We'll make new memories. [ He smiled a little. ] Even if a lot of them is going to make you blush. Touch yourself for me.
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He could feel that groan, could hear it against his mouth, and he moved then, long, fluid thrusts that sunk in deep and pulled out, over and over again. This was so much more than pleasure for them; this was a connection built and forged over a lifetime, a powerful reaffirmation of what they were to each other.
Steve's mouth found his pulse again, sucking a vivid kiss bruise onto his skin before he guided Bucky's legs to wrap around him. ] We'll make new memories. [ He smiled a little. ] Even if a lot of them is going to make you blush. Touch yourself for me.