They're afraid. [ Steve shrugged a little -- the question hadn't actually occurred to him, and between squirming happily at Bucky touching him and curling up against him, exploring that interesting little slit that had caught his attention, he exhaled a soft, keening little moan.
His voice wasn't as beautiful as Bucky's, but he tried anyway; made his pleasure known as he continued to explore his best friend's sensitive spots, attention caught on the bulging slit, wondered what it was, exactly. ]
Not if I do it with you first. [ He challenged, rubbing up against Bucky's hand. He noticed when Bucky stilled when his small fingers eased over the second opening, and he looked back at him, playfully wicked. Steve gently rubbed over the second opening, the scales that seemed softer around it. ]
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His voice wasn't as beautiful as Bucky's, but he tried anyway; made his pleasure known as he continued to explore his best friend's sensitive spots, attention caught on the bulging slit, wondered what it was, exactly. ]
Not if I do it with you first. [ He challenged, rubbing up against Bucky's hand. He noticed when Bucky stilled when his small fingers eased over the second opening, and he looked back at him, playfully wicked. Steve gently rubbed over the second opening, the scales that seemed softer around it. ]
What's this, Buck? Do you like it?