You’re really passionate about glitter unicorns you know.
[Because even in the midst of whatever this is that they’re starting, there’s room for affectionate teasing. Sure it’s a little breathless and sure even Bucky is starting to sigh softly with every touch they trade, but he’s also not going to miss an opportunity to dig at Steve a little. What kind of a friend would he be if he just let these opportunities pass by?
He does make a mental note however to introduce Steve to the bedazzler. Later. Maybe. If he remembers.
He leans into Steve’s touch, the warmth at his cheek. The affection in the gesture. The desire he sees in every look, feels in every touch. Why have they waited so long for this? Bucky’s not sure but he does know it’s a mistake he means to correct right now.
The world better not need Captain America today, because Bucky means to be very, very selfish.
Hands firm at Steve’s sides he drags his fingers up, pressing enough to feel the bump of each rib. Then his touch curves over Steve’s pectorals, palms flattening to really enjoy the breadth of his chest. Gorgeous doesn’t even really begin to describe him.
And of course, he can’t help the quiet laugh when Steve voices the same. His smile curls against Steve’s fingertips.] I only got eyes for you, pal.
[And because he’s not only a tease but also starting to really want, Bucky’s tongue flicks out, curling against Steve’s fingers, a precursor to his lips closing around the digits. His eyes are glued to Steve’s, watching his reactions to see if this is something that’s welcome and wanted and good.]
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[Because even in the midst of whatever this is that they’re starting, there’s room for affectionate teasing. Sure it’s a little breathless and sure even Bucky is starting to sigh softly with every touch they trade, but he’s also not going to miss an opportunity to dig at Steve a little. What kind of a friend would he be if he just let these opportunities pass by?
He does make a mental note however to introduce Steve to the bedazzler. Later. Maybe. If he remembers.
He leans into Steve’s touch, the warmth at his cheek. The affection in the gesture. The desire he sees in every look, feels in every touch. Why have they waited so long for this? Bucky’s not sure but he does know it’s a mistake he means to correct right now.
The world better not need Captain America today, because Bucky means to be very, very selfish.
Hands firm at Steve’s sides he drags his fingers up, pressing enough to feel the bump of each rib. Then his touch curves over Steve’s pectorals, palms flattening to really enjoy the breadth of his chest. Gorgeous doesn’t even really begin to describe him.
And of course, he can’t help the quiet laugh when Steve voices the same. His smile curls against Steve’s fingertips.] I only got eyes for you, pal.
[And because he’s not only a tease but also starting to really want, Bucky’s tongue flicks out, curling against Steve’s fingers, a precursor to his lips closing around the digits. His eyes are glued to Steve’s, watching his reactions to see if this is something that’s welcome and wanted and good.]