[ Steve breathed, but he wasn't inclined to dampen the mood. Bucky was aroused and aching to be filled, and to ruin this moment of intimacy and passion for the both of them would be tantamount to a grievous crime. As it was, they barely had time to spare for each other, moments stolen in the dark of night or in the empty hallways when staying away became too much to bear.
He remembered those moments, when passion leapt and there was little they could do but plot and plan and meet up when no eyes were on them, fixated on the throne and its king. Steve still strived to do his best for his king and his prince, his beloved prince; but his duty took a momentary backseat to his emotion, the depth of his devotion for Bucky. He had loved him since the moment he first laid eyes on him in the courtyard, and he would love Bucky until his last breath.
The captain chuckled, low and soft as he rubbed the coarse bristles of his beard over his skin, appreciating the sweetness of his smile before he fumbled over the nightstand, grabbing a half-used bottle of lubricant and smearing it over his fingers. He spread his lover's legs further, indulgent and playful. ]
You know I'm pretty damn depraved. There's nowhere in here that I haven't had you. Remember the carpet burns on your knees when I fucked you mindless, Buck? [ His lube-slick finger teased playfully at his entrance, drawing out the torture. ] When I rubbed up inside the deepest parts of you and made you ride my cock. I think of it all the time.
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[ Steve breathed, but he wasn't inclined to dampen the mood. Bucky was aroused and aching to be filled, and to ruin this moment of intimacy and passion for the both of them would be tantamount to a grievous crime. As it was, they barely had time to spare for each other, moments stolen in the dark of night or in the empty hallways when staying away became too much to bear.
He remembered those moments, when passion leapt and there was little they could do but plot and plan and meet up when no eyes were on them, fixated on the throne and its king. Steve still strived to do his best for his king and his prince, his beloved prince; but his duty took a momentary backseat to his emotion, the depth of his devotion for Bucky. He had loved him since the moment he first laid eyes on him in the courtyard, and he would love Bucky until his last breath.
The captain chuckled, low and soft as he rubbed the coarse bristles of his beard over his skin, appreciating the sweetness of his smile before he fumbled over the nightstand, grabbing a half-used bottle of lubricant and smearing it over his fingers. He spread his lover's legs further, indulgent and playful. ]
You know I'm pretty damn depraved. There's nowhere in here that I haven't had you. Remember the carpet burns on your knees when I fucked you mindless, Buck? [ His lube-slick finger teased playfully at his entrance, drawing out the torture. ] When I rubbed up inside the deepest parts of you and made you ride my cock. I think of it all the time.