[Bucky didn't have to ask him twice. By the time he was done stripping out of his uniform, Steve was all but crawling out of his own which got more stifling and clinging with the near constant sluice of wetness coming out of him as he watched. He always appreciated Bucky's body with a mix of admiration and envy before he was changed. Now, especially right now, he looked over him after that quick show from the fullness of his shoulders, the dusk of hair over his strong chest, trim legs, and the thick weight of his hard cock with a newfound hunger. Yes, this was what he wanted. Yes, the wolf's instincts in him agreed Bucky would more than do.
Steve yanked his shirt off over his head all in one go and stood up straight again once it'd been tossed near the discard of Bucky's clothing with his chest rising and falling with the pant of his breath. Everything clearly meant his pants, his shorts and he wanted out of them but he hedged, knowing that he was already a mess between his legs from all of the slick.. It made a fierce blush creep over his face and down his neck. Steve ducked his head, staring at his hands and the flicker of his own dogtags as he fumbled over the buttons, undoing a few before he switched to kicking off his boots and then doing the rest. His fatigues and his shorts stuck to him, dragging stubbornly as he pulled them off. The shorts were completely soaked through with the worst just starting work through the stiffer fabric.
His scent also jumped from strong to overpowering as soon as that those last barriers were removed, which egged on that aching need.]
There's so much, Buck.
[Steve dropped his clothes aside and reached behind him, tentatively brushing his too-sensitive skin to gather up the excess of slick that sticky down the back of his thighs. It was clear, shiny and thick but more fluid than the viscous excitement wetting the head of his cock. He brought his slicked fingers back around, looking at them while he absently rubbed the spot on his chest that Bucky's button had bounced off.]
Christ.
[His legs felt weak, making him step back to the edge of the bed and sit down, perched carefully with his fingers moving back between his legs automatically. He felt so empty, he needed something and Bucky wanted to see everything so --So both his index and pointer fingers slid into the heat of his body without the hint of resistance. Steve groaned loudly, falling slack back against the bed in relief. Not as much as it'd be with Bucky fucking him but some and some was perfect for the moment.]
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Steve yanked his shirt off over his head all in one go and stood up straight again once it'd been tossed near the discard of Bucky's clothing with his chest rising and falling with the pant of his breath. Everything clearly meant his pants, his shorts and he wanted out of them but he hedged, knowing that he was already a mess between his legs from all of the slick.. It made a fierce blush creep over his face and down his neck. Steve ducked his head, staring at his hands and the flicker of his own dogtags as he fumbled over the buttons, undoing a few before he switched to kicking off his boots and then doing the rest. His fatigues and his shorts stuck to him, dragging stubbornly as he pulled them off. The shorts were completely soaked through with the worst just starting work through the stiffer fabric.
His scent also jumped from strong to overpowering as soon as that those last barriers were removed, which egged on that aching need.]
There's so much, Buck.
[Steve dropped his clothes aside and reached behind him, tentatively brushing his too-sensitive skin to gather up the excess of slick that sticky down the back of his thighs. It was clear, shiny and thick but more fluid than the viscous excitement wetting the head of his cock. He brought his slicked fingers back around, looking at them while he absently rubbed the spot on his chest that Bucky's button had bounced off.]
Christ.
[His legs felt weak, making him step back to the edge of the bed and sit down, perched carefully with his fingers moving back between his legs automatically. He felt so empty, he needed something and Bucky wanted to see everything so --So both his index and pointer fingers slid into the heat of his body without the hint of resistance. Steve groaned loudly, falling slack back against the bed in relief. Not as much as it'd be with Bucky fucking him but some and some was perfect for the moment.]