Okay. Steve understands the appeal, now. That noise Bucky makes and the way his body moves and fights against him is addictive. The sap in his body makes Steve hone in on what that feels like. What it's like to have fingers in his hair and Bucky in his mouth, not even able to make words. That's the point of this, right? The point is to get your partner to the end. Steve is aware, with girls, it should maybe take longer. More time doing... Different things for them. But surely that wasn't the case with guys? With suckjobs? Steve is too busy thinking about this and relishing the way Bucky is saying his name to focus on any of the other words coming out.
He doesn't slow down. In fact, Steve seems to remember about then that he has a tongue and uses that the way he might in a kiss. He rolls it against Bucky and twists it around. Wrestling as he bobs his head back and forth like a man on a mission. Which, honestly, he is. 85% for Bucky's pleasure and the rest absolutely for his own.
Steve moans as he goes, the contact of the skin and the pull against his scalp making his whole body shiver. The sap or maybe his own arousal has his own self-consciousness burned away leaving behind nothing but his curiosity and desire. He looks up at Bucky again and the moan that comes out of that is loud and broken, fingertips digging into Bucky's hips hard as he fight the urge to take care of himself. No. No, Bucky first. Always him first.
He pulls back just to breathe. A few pants of oxygen as his tongue trails lazily around. But if Bucky thought that was a break then he was absolutely mistaken. He wastes barely ten seconds before taking him back down to the hilt and sucking like a vacuum the entire way back up.
I regret nothing.
He doesn't slow down. In fact, Steve seems to remember about then that he has a tongue and uses that the way he might in a kiss. He rolls it against Bucky and twists it around. Wrestling as he bobs his head back and forth like a man on a mission. Which, honestly, he is. 85% for Bucky's pleasure and the rest absolutely for his own.
Steve moans as he goes, the contact of the skin and the pull against his scalp making his whole body shiver. The sap or maybe his own arousal has his own self-consciousness burned away leaving behind nothing but his curiosity and desire. He looks up at Bucky again and the moan that comes out of that is loud and broken, fingertips digging into Bucky's hips hard as he fight the urge to take care of himself. No. No, Bucky first. Always him first.
He pulls back just to breathe. A few pants of oxygen as his tongue trails lazily around. But if Bucky thought that was a break then he was absolutely mistaken. He wastes barely ten seconds before taking him back down to the hilt and sucking like a vacuum the entire way back up.