[ Bucky's always managed to merge aggressive and needy into something that calls specifically to Steve, his lover's very own siren's song, and Steve always answers, more than eager to soothe, to sate and to give him whatever he needs, no matter how tenuous it is.
His embrace is ardent, passionate when he sinks into him, and his heart aches when he hears the obvious longing in his voice, the yearning to see the sea again, his home. Steve is guilty that he's keeping Bucky away from it, and he leans up to kiss him, again and again. ]
Soon, Bucky. I'll take you there soon. [ His home -- Bucky had agreed to stay with him this long because he loves him, simple as that, but Steve can't bring himself to separate Bucky from it any longer than he must. ] I'm sorry.
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His embrace is ardent, passionate when he sinks into him, and his heart aches when he hears the obvious longing in his voice, the yearning to see the sea again, his home. Steve is guilty that he's keeping Bucky away from it, and he leans up to kiss him, again and again. ]
Soon, Bucky. I'll take you there soon. [ His home -- Bucky had agreed to stay with him this long because he loves him, simple as that, but Steve can't bring himself to separate Bucky from it any longer than he must. ] I'm sorry.