[The returned ribbing was exciting, layering their rising experience and his want for Steve. What other omega would dare snipe back at their alpha in such a way? He rumbled his pleasure, showing all his teeth even as he rolled his body like a cat to the slide of Steve's hands and his eyes fluttering at his good it felt to be touched. The kiss was something that he made noisy with a smacking of his lips, licking them a moment after and eyeing Steve to see how the blond liked the taste of himself.
He might have sat back to see if Steve actually would make a show of it, but there was no time to consider his escape from the slide of the blond's body because Steve was rolling them. The standard issue cot didn't make noise, but it was not particularly big enough to accommodate two horny wolves as much as Bucky would have liked it to. The fact that he ended up flat on his back and so close to the metal foot board was bothersome only in that he would have to roll them the exact same way they had come in order to turn the tables again.
God but why would he want to? He felt Steve's slick against his thighs, the heat of that body pressing down on him. The look of his omega was enough to cause a fresh wash of saliva into his mouth. His body rolled under Steve's, easily lifting that weight that was pressed down on his hips, and he slid his palms up Steve's thighs until he could grip those slim hips, pressing his thumbs into them so that he would leave behind bruised imprints. A mark of claim all its own. His erection ached, and it took him a few moments to gather enough of his brain back together to actually form words and not just roll them both right off the bed to land on the floor where he would definitely have his way with Steve.]
Christ, Stevie... you're killin' me! [He tried to sit up so that he could slide one of his hands around to press two fingers into Steve's slick hole, testing the blond's resolve among other things.]
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He might have sat back to see if Steve actually would make a show of it, but there was no time to consider his escape from the slide of the blond's body because Steve was rolling them. The standard issue cot didn't make noise, but it was not particularly big enough to accommodate two horny wolves as much as Bucky would have liked it to. The fact that he ended up flat on his back and so close to the metal foot board was bothersome only in that he would have to roll them the exact same way they had come in order to turn the tables again.
God but why would he want to? He felt Steve's slick against his thighs, the heat of that body pressing down on him. The look of his omega was enough to cause a fresh wash of saliva into his mouth. His body rolled under Steve's, easily lifting that weight that was pressed down on his hips, and he slid his palms up Steve's thighs until he could grip those slim hips, pressing his thumbs into them so that he would leave behind bruised imprints. A mark of claim all its own. His erection ached, and it took him a few moments to gather enough of his brain back together to actually form words and not just roll them both right off the bed to land on the floor where he would definitely have his way with Steve.]
Christ, Stevie... you're killin' me! [He tried to sit up so that he could slide one of his hands around to press two fingers into Steve's slick hole, testing the blond's resolve among other things.]