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Steve Rogers ([personal profile] supershouldery) wrote in [community profile] spaces_between 2017-04-05 08:42 pm (UTC)

[Truth. There was truth that went sunk so deeply into his brain Steve wanted to throw back his head and howl with it. He gasped instead, clenching sharp teeth shut and caging the sound in, keening instead for Bucky as he drove him crazy. His hands sunk into his mate's hair, the thickness of it as soft as his other form's fur -- long enough for him to grip and pull too as Bucky licked him. Licked all of him, down over the solid twitching pound of his cock spreading more excitement over his hip and thigh and then between his legs were it was the worst, the most.

He did cry out at the first lap of Bucky's tongue over the sensitive ring,flashing pleasure impossibly bright up his nerves. Steve felt himself clench, trying to keep the dart of Bucky's tongue for more and he felt himself clutching the strength of Bucky's shoulders but only after he'd clawed lines into nape and back of his neck. His hips arched up even more, blantantly offering if not outright demanding.

Hearing his pack wouldn't leave soothed the strange anxiety that'd been wound up in all the heat. Days and days of this would be intolerable without him. He'd go crazy. More out of his mind than he already was, spreading himself as wide as he could and shoving himself right in Bucky's face like it was nothing. He'd be safe through all of this while Bucky was with him and he'd keep his alpha safe just the same while giving Bucky whatever he wanted. ]


Swear to God, then, Buck. I swear -- if you don't do it now, I'll figure out how to do it myself.

[He was positive Bucky knew him well enough to understand he meant every word of that.]

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