[ He knows what can happen if they get caught -- and Steve isn't certain that they'd be made exceptions if it really did. There are people who still have it out there for him, resentful that there's only one of him, the surviving legacy of Erskine's great work. And more importantly, he would rather suffer than have Bucky punished alongside him too; which would be unfair considering everything that he's been through. It makes him angry to know that such rules exist, barbaric and terrible -- in his opinion, love is love, and whom a man loves has nothing to do with his character.
He cups his face and studies him, heart aching at how he's thinned, the haunted look in his eyes. Bucky was the golden boy in Brooklyn, charming and silver-tongued and a hit with the ladies. Right here, like this, with shadows of war in his eyes, their days in Brooklyn seem like years away. He leans in to kiss his mouth, searching but tender, as if he's been starved of him for days as he keeps him pinned against the wall. ]
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He cups his face and studies him, heart aching at how he's thinned, the haunted look in his eyes. Bucky was the golden boy in Brooklyn, charming and silver-tongued and a hit with the ladies. Right here, like this, with shadows of war in his eyes, their days in Brooklyn seem like years away. He leans in to kiss his mouth, searching but tender, as if he's been starved of him for days as he keeps him pinned against the wall. ]
Just kiss me, Buck.