[ No, no one else was going to share in this, and Steve was going to make sure that he didn't share Bucky with anyone, too. He delighted in his best friend, wanted to keep the sweet little trilling noises to himself. They shared something special, something wonderful that took Steve's breath away, and he simply ground against him, rolling back against him without hesitating.

This was what he'd wanted all along, he knew, and he was safe, snuggled in the harbor of Bucky's arms. He played with Bucky's sheath, tempted beyond anything else to simply grasp himself and slide inside, to feel the warmth of him pulse against his own aching cock, and he did, rubbing the tip of his cock around it, teasing him playfully.

But his heart skipped a beat when he heard those words, and he was surprised, just for a moment; surprised and happy. ] You're very special to me, too, Buck. I want to only do this with you. [ He took a breath, nervous but determined. ] This -- we don't do this for fun. At least, most of us humans don't. It means something very special.