[Bucky laughed, warm and jovial at Steve's wit, throwing his head back even as he dragged his claws down his own throat lightly as his adam's apple bounced with his mirth. He smirked, and it was almost entirely predatory.] Always the smart ass, aren't you?
[He ducked his head, avoiding looking at the thin column of Steve's throat because it stirred his blood. It also stirred a foreign instinct that he had never given much attention to until now, and he knew what it meant. He knew what it would drive him to do. It would hurt, the whole process, but afterwards... they would be free to run. They could run all night with endless energy, doze in the grass in curled fur and muscle, nosing at each other, howling at the moon together. The Good Lord Above, what would that be like? He had never been around his own kind before, and now... God had Blessed him with Steve. The risk was still very much present, but he knew they both needed this opportunity for better or worse.
He reached out, grasping Steve's thin shoulders with his palms as he pulled his best friend up against him, unpreturbed by the sensation of their nudity. He leaned his head into the offered crook of Steve's neck, nuzzling with lips and then smooth cheek, sniffing and humming. It was an ancient tune meant to stir Steve's blood, one that he knew no words for but somehow understood each necessary change in beat. It rose around them as his palms stroked downwards, rising higher and more energetic and as if receiving God's blessing, the moon emerged from behind a cloud and bathed them in silvery light.
Bucky sunk his teeth into the crook of Steve's neck, quick like a strike that normally killed his chosen prey. He drove his teeth in, deep so that the blood would run thick and hot into his mouth. His hands tightened immediately on Steve's upper arms to refuse any motion to take them apart, and he snapped his head back, howling at the very moon that was overhead. His heart pounded in his chest, and the entire area around them seemed to become motionless.
Wordlessly, he offered his wrist to Steve's mouth, an honour unheard of but one he would follow anyway. It was his choice. He wanted it this way.]
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[He ducked his head, avoiding looking at the thin column of Steve's throat because it stirred his blood. It also stirred a foreign instinct that he had never given much attention to until now, and he knew what it meant. He knew what it would drive him to do. It would hurt, the whole process, but afterwards... they would be free to run. They could run all night with endless energy, doze in the grass in curled fur and muscle, nosing at each other, howling at the moon together. The Good Lord Above, what would that be like? He had never been around his own kind before, and now... God had Blessed him with Steve. The risk was still very much present, but he knew they both needed this opportunity for better or worse.
He reached out, grasping Steve's thin shoulders with his palms as he pulled his best friend up against him, unpreturbed by the sensation of their nudity. He leaned his head into the offered crook of Steve's neck, nuzzling with lips and then smooth cheek, sniffing and humming. It was an ancient tune meant to stir Steve's blood, one that he knew no words for but somehow understood each necessary change in beat. It rose around them as his palms stroked downwards, rising higher and more energetic and as if receiving God's blessing, the moon emerged from behind a cloud and bathed them in silvery light.
Bucky sunk his teeth into the crook of Steve's neck, quick like a strike that normally killed his chosen prey. He drove his teeth in, deep so that the blood would run thick and hot into his mouth. His hands tightened immediately on Steve's upper arms to refuse any motion to take them apart, and he snapped his head back, howling at the very moon that was overhead. His heart pounded in his chest, and the entire area around them seemed to become motionless.
Wordlessly, he offered his wrist to Steve's mouth, an honour unheard of but one he would follow anyway. It was his choice. He wanted it this way.]
Bite until I bleed.