[ Steve's breath caught at Bucky's confession; they had spoken of this to each other before, but every time it felt new, as if something within them was renewed, and he enjoyed every moment of it. Steve had thought nothing of the crown he would one day take on (with it the responsibilities and the weight of the kingdom), his loyalty and his love absolute to the one man who had captured his eye and his heart.

The first night they had together had been one wrought with ecstasy and the culmination of a long, charged tension they were both more than peripherally aware of. Bedding the prince had been more than just a conquest, it was fulfillment, sweet and heady and perfect, and Steve had been hopelessly in love since then.

He would help his prince bear the weight of his royal duty, he would be his companion where it mattered, forsaking all else and giving himself to him. He laughed softly and ground down against him, calloused palm curling to fondle his balls briefly, before he drew them together, breath hitching when Bucky took him in hand too. He joined them, so that both their lengths were rubbing up against each other, and he was almost fully hard. ]

So will I, Bucky. [ Never Prince James, not in their most private moments. He smirked. ] And no, they're not. Neither is this chest. Although... [ He pressed his lips against Bucky's nipple, kissing it softly. ] I hear you may have to find a wife soon.