[ Steve laughed quietly, before he tugged off his vest and tunic, easing off his trousers. He moved to help Bucky divest his own pair of pants, settling naked into bed together. It had been a long while since he had been able to be like this with Bucky, to be close and intimate, sharing the love that burned so fiercely between them.
He was in no rush, and he wanted to enjoy his prince for all that he was worth, reacquainting himself with the man's body and tracing over lean muscles, the deadly, lean build, the fact that Bucky was extraordinarily gifted with his life, and a dead shot with a bow and arrow, putting his fellow huntsmen to shame with little effort.
Steve loved all these attributes and more, basking in his warmth -- he had been in the cold without Bucky's closeness, and he leaned forward to kiss him again and again, tangling their limbs together. ]
I could always say I was practicing a dance. [ He smirked at him, pinching his ass for that threat. ] And let them watch.
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He was in no rush, and he wanted to enjoy his prince for all that he was worth, reacquainting himself with the man's body and tracing over lean muscles, the deadly, lean build, the fact that Bucky was extraordinarily gifted with his life, and a dead shot with a bow and arrow, putting his fellow huntsmen to shame with little effort.
Steve loved all these attributes and more, basking in his warmth -- he had been in the cold without Bucky's closeness, and he leaned forward to kiss him again and again, tangling their limbs together. ]
I could always say I was practicing a dance. [ He smirked at him, pinching his ass for that threat. ] And let them watch.