[How is this really happening, after so many years of wanting and denying and losing? It's almost surreal. Maybe Steve's just snapped, finally, and he's hallucinating this. Maybe he's died and gone to Heaven. Maybe Bucky's some kind of angel, the guardian he never asked for and probably doesn't deserve.
He cradles Bucky's cheek in one palm, thumb stroking the line of his jaw, feeling the brush of stubble growing out there, pressing softly against the throb of his pulse along the side of his neck.]
Shut your gob, Barnes. Unicorns are amazing. You'd be lucky to have glitter unicorns as your mascot. [It's delivered with pauses for breath, a couple soft whines, and an utter lack of bite to the teasing. Steve's higher brain function is fading out already; all he wants is to touch and be touched and never let go, and fails to recognize the threat to his shield.]
The hell's a bedazzler? [He asks because he feels he should. He does not care about the answer, as evidenced by the fact that his fingertips move to caress across Bucky's lower lip, lingering like he can't take his eyes off of his mouth.]
Bucky...oh, god, Buck, d'you even know how beautiful you are?
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Date: 2018-06-07 03:09 am (UTC)He cradles Bucky's cheek in one palm, thumb stroking the line of his jaw, feeling the brush of stubble growing out there, pressing softly against the throb of his pulse along the side of his neck.]
Shut your gob, Barnes. Unicorns are amazing. You'd be lucky to have glitter unicorns as your mascot. [It's delivered with pauses for breath, a couple soft whines, and an utter lack of bite to the teasing. Steve's higher brain function is fading out already; all he wants is to touch and be touched and never let go, and fails to recognize the threat to his shield.]
The hell's a bedazzler? [He asks because he feels he should. He does not care about the answer, as evidenced by the fact that his fingertips move to caress across Bucky's lower lip, lingering like he can't take his eyes off of his mouth.]
Bucky...oh, god, Buck, d'you even know how beautiful you are?