Well -- [ Steve started, then paused. ] It might be different for you.
[ And he didn't doubt that; not because Bucky was a mermaid, but because he was biologically and mentally male, and he couldn't imagine that anything about this would be normal. Still, it didn't matter; they could google it later and see how it worked -- Steve was relatively proficient with the internet now, and they could look through it together.
It would be difficult to keep his secret safe, but Steve would much rather be an enemy of the world than to see his mate and their baby at risk. No, he would lay down his life for them, and none of the others would dream of coming close.
When Bucky drew closer and grasped his balls, he gasped in pleasure, rubbing against him -- he was already hard, owing, perhaps, to the fact that there was something erotic about knowing how your mate was arrying your child.
He shook his head. ] I don't want you to die for anything, Bucky. Promise me you won't. [ Because he knew how Bucky could get, powerful and terrifying and beautiful all at once. He made a soft noise, feeling his teeth on his earlobe as he ground against him, pushing down his own pants to kick it off, his cock thick and heavy with need. ] And even if it isn't, it would still be ours, and that's important, too.
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[ And he didn't doubt that; not because Bucky was a mermaid, but because he was biologically and mentally male, and he couldn't imagine that anything about this would be normal. Still, it didn't matter; they could google it later and see how it worked -- Steve was relatively proficient with the internet now, and they could look through it together.
It would be difficult to keep his secret safe, but Steve would much rather be an enemy of the world than to see his mate and their baby at risk. No, he would lay down his life for them, and none of the others would dream of coming close.
When Bucky drew closer and grasped his balls, he gasped in pleasure, rubbing against him -- he was already hard, owing, perhaps, to the fact that there was something erotic about knowing how your mate was arrying your child.
He shook his head. ] I don't want you to die for anything, Bucky. Promise me you won't. [ Because he knew how Bucky could get, powerful and terrifying and beautiful all at once. He made a soft noise, feeling his teeth on his earlobe as he ground against him, pushing down his own pants to kick it off, his cock thick and heavy with need. ] And even if it isn't, it would still be ours, and that's important, too.