[ It was, very evidently, the wrong question to ask. Steve leaned in to kiss him in order to soothe the raised hackles -- so to speak, as he let the truth of it sink in. He'd thought about Bucky's kind, too, when females mated with females to produce young. ]

I never knew that. [ He marveled, and he let his hand rest on his stomach with a soft sigh, reaching down to stroke Bucky's length thoughtfully, thumbing over the underside of his cock. ] Does this mean that males could breed males, too?

[ He'd heard of clownfish who could do that, and he thought of Bucky carrying his child, filled with a possessive sort of pleasure that made him draw even closer. ] Having a baby with you would be incredible.