[Steve’s face has always been unique in Bucky’s memory: the smile, the light in his eyes, the slight twist of his mouth when there’s mischief to be planned. So many of the positives that he can remember are tied up in Steve’s companionship, in Steve’s place in his life. If Bucky can hold onto that by holding onto this, by curving his hand along Steve’s cheek and welcoming him close, welcoming his weight atop Bucky’s own body, then he’ll take it all and greedily.
The fact that Steve doesn’t seem to mind pressing even closer? That’s so good, warm in ways he hadn’t anticipated. He welcomes the tangling of their legs even further, would hook his own higher on Steve’s hip if their positioning on the couch was suited to it. But it’s not and there’s no sense in moving just for that, not when he can trade kisses back and forth just like this until they need to break away to catch their breath.
Those words surprise him though. He knows Steve’s not completely innocent, but he still hadn’t expected it. He’s still getting used to the idea that Steve could, that Steve does want him.]
I don’t know if I’m ready for it. [It’s not just sex; it’s Steve. That makes all the difference.] I want to be, you have no idea how much I want you, but... We need to figure it out.
[For right now though? Kissing. Kissing is fine; kissing is more than fine. Kissing is definitely a thing that Bucky wants more of, drawing Steve in again, parting his lips to welcome the other man to explore. Faintly he wonders when Steve got so damn good at this but decides a moment later that it doesn’t matter, that it’s Steve and right now the only one he seems to want to kiss is Bucky, and Bucky wants to show him exactly how he likes to be kissed.]
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Date: 2018-04-26 07:36 pm (UTC)The fact that Steve doesn’t seem to mind pressing even closer? That’s so good, warm in ways he hadn’t anticipated. He welcomes the tangling of their legs even further, would hook his own higher on Steve’s hip if their positioning on the couch was suited to it. But it’s not and there’s no sense in moving just for that, not when he can trade kisses back and forth just like this until they need to break away to catch their breath.
Those words surprise him though. He knows Steve’s not completely innocent, but he still hadn’t expected it. He’s still getting used to the idea that Steve could, that Steve does want him.]
I don’t know if I’m ready for it. [It’s not just sex; it’s Steve. That makes all the difference.] I want to be, you have no idea how much I want you, but... We need to figure it out.
[For right now though? Kissing. Kissing is fine; kissing is more than fine. Kissing is definitely a thing that Bucky wants more of, drawing Steve in again, parting his lips to welcome the other man to explore. Faintly he wonders when Steve got so damn good at this but decides a moment later that it doesn’t matter, that it’s Steve and right now the only one he seems to want to kiss is Bucky, and Bucky wants to show him exactly how he likes to be kissed.]