[Bucky had an unfortunate lack of education when it came to his own kind, given how little of his young life that he had spent around them. If he had, he might have understood the mating system, and he might have had an indication that all of his flirting and dancing was simply surveying a world for a mate. He hadn't found one, but he liked to think that he had a very good time socializing and enjoying the company of beautiful women.
Steve happened to smell better than any woman that he had briefly courted. There was a sweet earthy smell about Steve, one that he figured was because the blond was now another wolf and all of his prancing and showing off was to indicate what Steve would soon enough be able to do with time and practice. He had no idea that it had everything to do with putting himself out there, to show his worthwhile status as a potential mate. He liked Steve's attention on him after all.
Watching Steve eat was an oddly rare pleasure, and he lay himself down on his belly to wait, transfixed by the sight. Steve often couldn't eat large amounts of meat, but the blond so delicately sunk that blond muzzle into the rabbit, and his tail immediately began to wag in approved pleasure.]
No, there will be plenty of conies for me. You made a major change and lost blood, so you need to make up the energy more than I do.
[Instead, he rose and padded over to Steve, leaning in so that he could lick the blood off of his friend's muzzle. Grooming was a way to solidify pack in his mind, and he made certain that Steve's muzzle and then forehead and ears were clean.]
You are so handsome, Rogers. No one can turn you down. Hurry up and finish up and we'll run!
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Steve happened to smell better than any woman that he had briefly courted. There was a sweet earthy smell about Steve, one that he figured was because the blond was now another wolf and all of his prancing and showing off was to indicate what Steve would soon enough be able to do with time and practice. He had no idea that it had everything to do with putting himself out there, to show his worthwhile status as a potential mate. He liked Steve's attention on him after all.
Watching Steve eat was an oddly rare pleasure, and he lay himself down on his belly to wait, transfixed by the sight. Steve often couldn't eat large amounts of meat, but the blond so delicately sunk that blond muzzle into the rabbit, and his tail immediately began to wag in approved pleasure.]
No, there will be plenty of conies for me. You made a major change and lost blood, so you need to make up the energy more than I do.
[Instead, he rose and padded over to Steve, leaning in so that he could lick the blood off of his friend's muzzle. Grooming was a way to solidify pack in his mind, and he made certain that Steve's muzzle and then forehead and ears were clean.]
You are so handsome, Rogers. No one can turn you down. Hurry up and finish up and we'll run!