[Bucky was such a sight at that moment -- wild, wicked and mused with slick all over his face in a way that should have been off-putting considering Steve's body's never had done anything like that before in the least -- that Steve couldn't immediately respond. Instead, he's caught dumb and staring at how impossibly good his packmate looked covered in undeniable proof of his claim and his readiness. He barely breathed, his cock twitching and his hands digging into the regulation mattress through the sheets. His heat roars and he exhales shakily, shuddering as Bucky's hands roam over him, picking and tightening nipples into hard peaks.]

If that's what I gotta do while you're messing around--

[He was groping back, helping mix and mingle their scents with his hands sliding over Bucky's sides and his back. Steve ruffles through his alpha's hair, stealing a kiss from his wet lips and finding the new taste of himself as a surprise -- though, not unpleasant. The salt-sweat of Bucky's skin was better. Steve wrapped his hand around the heat of Bucky's length against his thigh, pulling over him with familiarity and a bit of left over slick to help the way. Just touching him destroyed what 'clean up' Bucky did. That gnawing empty feeling was back and louder than ever.]

I'll do it. I'll do it and you'll just have to watch me, you jerk. [The last bit was heated only because of his mounting frustration. Whatever bite there could have been was minimized by the way Steve was nuzzling against him, pressing his face to Bucky's neck and rubbing back. With a shove, Steve pushed Bucky onto his back and rolled on top of him, finding and grinding himself down over Bucky's erection with a groan and nipping bite pressed to his jaw.]

Doesn't it feel like I'm ready for you?