[ They could both be selfish together. Steve smiles when he misses, wry and fond because of the difference in their heights, the way Bucky has to get used to him. But his own insecurity is allayed; that Bucky still wants to kiss him even when he's bigger now, broader. His own touch is clumsy when his hands come to smooth over his back; Steve's always been used to a different angle, and this is new.
This is also nice. Here like this, they don't have to pretend to the world, and here, he can protect Bucky, too. Things between them are changing and it's frightening, but he'd be damned if he'd let that come between them. He smiles and gives Bucky what he seeks, passionate and heated, his mouth parting to invite him in as fingers tangle in his dark hair. ]
You mean too much to me. [ He murmurs quietly against his mouth, pressing flush against his body, wanting to feel Bucky's against him. See how they're different now, but still the same. Steve still wants him the same way, gets hard the same way, too. ]
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This is also nice. Here like this, they don't have to pretend to the world, and here, he can protect Bucky, too. Things between them are changing and it's frightening, but he'd be damned if he'd let that come between them. He smiles and gives Bucky what he seeks, passionate and heated, his mouth parting to invite him in as fingers tangle in his dark hair. ]
You mean too much to me. [ He murmurs quietly against his mouth, pressing flush against his body, wanting to feel Bucky's against him. See how they're different now, but still the same. Steve still wants him the same way, gets hard the same way, too. ]