[ The crudeness was deliberate -- Bucky had always loved it when Steve sounded that way, and he smiled, kissing him but careful not to bear the brunt of those sharp teeth. He adored him like nothing else, and when he felt Bucky drape his leg around him again, he knew that he was more than open to it.
He kissed his shoulder, his throat, any patch of skin he could reach as he continued to stroke him, in no real hurry to take it anywhere else, and perfectly happy to reach a perfect slow burn with his mate. ] If you kill me, we can't do this anymore.
[ He teased gently, grinding his half-hard cock against his. ] What do you think? Six?
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He kissed his shoulder, his throat, any patch of skin he could reach as he continued to stroke him, in no real hurry to take it anywhere else, and perfectly happy to reach a perfect slow burn with his mate. ] If you kill me, we can't do this anymore.
[ He teased gently, grinding his half-hard cock against his. ] What do you think? Six?