[There's something he definitely likes about putting Steve on his back like this. It's only a small part the power of the position, real or perceived, and mostly for the vantage point it gives him: Steve sprawled out against his bed, long limbs and broad muscle and a gaze that seems locked on Bucky. He could get lost in those blue eyes, easily so. Maybe he already has.
If so, he doesn't mind it, not one bit.
Hands linger against skin, noting how warm, how smooth. How Steve responds to his touch. How Bucky just wants to touch him even more, wants to spend a whole lot of time touching him. They have all morning; they have all day. And hopefully they have the next day and the one after that and the one after that one as well, because Bucky doesn't think he'll be done with this any time soon.
He can't lean in fast enough, can't let Steve pull him close fast enough. One kiss, two kisses, three, four— Bucky loses track of how many times their lips part for quickly-caught breaths only to come back together again. Kissing Steve is just so damn addictive, especially when it comes with all that warm skin against his own, those hands pressing against his back to encourage him closer. Bucky wants to be very close indeed, wants to explore everything of Steve's shape in every way they can.]
As I recall— [there's a smirk crawling its way across his lips, that's always a sign of mischief] —it had something to do with some punk who thought it'd be funny to put magnets all over my arm.
[Bucky of course is going to treasure those magnets for a long, long time.]
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Date: 2018-05-31 05:10 am (UTC)If so, he doesn't mind it, not one bit.
Hands linger against skin, noting how warm, how smooth. How Steve responds to his touch. How Bucky just wants to touch him even more, wants to spend a whole lot of time touching him. They have all morning; they have all day. And hopefully they have the next day and the one after that and the one after that one as well, because Bucky doesn't think he'll be done with this any time soon.
He can't lean in fast enough, can't let Steve pull him close fast enough. One kiss, two kisses, three, four— Bucky loses track of how many times their lips part for quickly-caught breaths only to come back together again. Kissing Steve is just so damn addictive, especially when it comes with all that warm skin against his own, those hands pressing against his back to encourage him closer. Bucky wants to be very close indeed, wants to explore everything of Steve's shape in every way they can.]
As I recall— [there's a smirk crawling its way across his lips, that's always a sign of mischief] —it had something to do with some punk who thought it'd be funny to put magnets all over my arm.
[Bucky of course is going to treasure those magnets for a long, long time.]