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Opening Test Drive Meme

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Welcome to the first Test Drive for The Revival Project!

For those who do not know, this game is a spin-off from The Drift Fleet game, which is shortly closing. For more information about what this game is about, please check out the FAQ here or the premise here.

The TDM for the first round of applications is NOT required but is highly recommended. Really this is to see the interest level in the game as well as to have everyone interact on the new planet and with the new experiences offered here. There will be a post in the TDM where questions can be asked regarding the prompts/settings. We're keeping this loose though so go ahead and have fun with it. Any questions about the game please direct to the comment section of the FAQ.

If you are a Drift Fleet alumni, please label your character as 'DFAU' on your top level so we know. Also, keep in mind you have complete flexibility on how your character comes here. They could be taken before endgame, after endgame, two years after, one year before, etc. It's up to you! The only option not allowed is to completely restart your character (because then it's not DFAU, is it?)

So go! Explore Agra 10! And, as always, HAVE FUN!

*ATTENTION! RESERVES ARE NOW OPEN!*
*ATTENTION! APPLICATIONS ARE NOW OPEN!*
*GAME OPENS AUGUST 19th!*

WHALE COMB PARTY

In the square near your arrival point, one building seems to be in fairly good repair. It’s large and stark white on every wall. Unlike the other buildings, all the lights are on and the windows looking out are intact. That alone would make it remarkable but it’s hardly the most noticeable thing once you step inside the open doorway.

Hanging against one wall is a piece of fabric that has ‘WHALE COMB!’ painted on it in drippy, fluorescent pink letters. A smiley is painted underneath it right on the wall with three eyes and long fangs. The fangs drip down all the way to the floor and the eyes are just a blob of paint, but whoever left it seems to have been trying, here. ‘US THANK THEY!’ is written beside it, barely legible. On every other wall is ‘EAT’ in various sizes and colors. They thankfully don’t drip as much as the smiley since, beneath them, are tables upon tables of food.

There are meats, fruits, root vegetables, and even what might be a sweet dessert of some sort as well. Bowls are full of them, apparently a welcome dinner for the Agrii’s new heroes. At the very least it will give everyone a quick crash course on what is edible around here. But some of it might have … adverse effects:

- People chomping down on the striped meat all seem to get very drowsy a few minutes later.
- The red fruit that looks like a giant cherry is the equivalent of a few shots - the more consumed, the more drunken this party is getting.
- There is a bowl of weeds that have small, daisy-like flowers all along the stalks. This tastes like chicken and gives the eater a sudden burst of energy that will have them running around the room like they’re being chased.
-There are a collection of drinks, some made from the red fruit, some that are clearly water, some that taste like a less-sweet lemonade with no effects, and then there's a blue one that tastes like an especially dark beer. People drinking this will find themselves incapable of lying for a half hour.

Of course, no way to know any of this before you chow down. So dig in and enjoy the show!

LOST AND ALONE

They said don’t go into the forest. If the noises there weren’t deterrent enough then the thick trees and lack of paths should have been. Yes, you’ll need food. Yes, both meat and many fruits are in the forest. But maybe you should have gotten some more information before heading in.

Congratulations: you went into the forest and are now lost. You can’t hear the murmurings from town, nor can you see any of the lights that might be flickering on and off in the city. How are you going to get back into town? How do you make sure that the creatures here don’t attack you? You probably don’t have any weapons, so you’d better figure something out quick.

Or, maybe you’ll get lucky and run into another foolish person wandering around out here. Try not to attack them - unless they attack first.

MILES TO GO

The first thing every survivor needs to find is shelter. Not long after your arrival at the fountain, it’s getting darker now and, even if the night is short (you’re about to find out it’s not!), you don’t want to spend your first one out on an unfamiliar street. Distantly you can hear a sound like a wolf howling through an elephant’s trunk. It’s loud and alien. Maybe you want to find somewhere to sleep a little more quickly.

Right away there are two pretty solid options that will do nicely for the night: an abandoned hotel-like structure and some empty stores.

The hotel structure seems to be the most popular option for others. Its large, overgrown lobby leads you to the staircase and over a dozen floors of rooms in varying conditions. Despite it looking as though no one has set foot in here for decades, the stairs and floors all are secure. The rooms that have doors on them open up to dusty rooms that all have a bathroom (of sorts) attached and long, narrow bed frames. Figuring out a mattress will be a challenge but at least this is a safe place to sleep. As long as no animals laid claim to this room before you got in...

But let’s say the room in the hotel doesn’t work for you. Maybe the room is too small for you. Maybe you don’t like the stairs. Maybe you want someplace private to separate yourself from the rest of these strangers and to think quietly about what to do next. Either way, the other option is any number of abandoned stores lining the block where you arrived. The glass doors and windows of many are broken but there are just as many intact as well. The rooms are all large and empty, as whatever wares inside were either taken or dissolved over the years. There may be a counter or two that will get you off the ground, though. With all this space, you’re bound to find something to sleep on.

Unless someone else got there, first...

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Bucky definitely doesn't mind; in fact, he tales the opportunity to wind his arms around Steve in return. It might not have been as long for Bucky as it was for Steve, but it doesn't mean he didn't miss him. Didn't think he was ever going to see him again. Didn't get plenty mad at whatever gods or aliens were listening, for tearing them apart prematurely. He doesn't care if they'd had fifteen minutes or fifteen days left. He'd wanted all of that time, and then it had been ripped out of both of their hands.

So he holds Steve back, just as tightly, and when they part, he doesn't say a word about the expression on Steve's face, or the redness of his eyes. He just returns that kiss with all the passion he's got in him - and maybe chases it for one more, for good luck.

And when they part a second time, Bucky's hand slides down to link with Steve's. Just in case. Because... "Shit," he mumbles, looking around as he picks the shield up out of the leaves littering the ground. "I don't think I do."

Steve is acutely aware that, here, no one is going to bring them back to life . He will never risk Bucky. So with a small amount of anxiety, he looks around the area and grabs his branch once more. If anyone attacks, he wants to be ready.

"We'll figure it out," he's not nearly as confident as he sounds. But there is the distant sound of activity and Steve's superior hearing hones in. It should be enough to get them back to home. Hopefully.

"Let's go this way." His hand finds Bucky's and holds on tight. Just in case he gets away from him again. Steve isn't willing to lose his love a third time. Not if he has anything to say about it.

"I'm gonna have to put a tracker on you."

Bucky raises an eyebrow at Steve, unable to keep the wry half-grin off his face. "Wow, that's real romantic, pal."

Except maybe a tracker's not a terrible idea. Fuck, he doesn't know how long they're going to be here. How long they have before either everything goes to shit, or whoever brought them here sends them back. Or maybe even option C: the one he hasn't thought of yet. So if he wants to hang on to Steve as tightly as he can... well, it's just nice to know Steve wants to hang on right back.

"You sure you don't want the shield back?" It'll leave Bucky feeling pretty naked, especially without a firearm, but he wouldn't fault Steve if he says yes. It was his first, after all.

He shakes his head. "I think there is a reason I showed up here with your jacket and nothing else." Hux's shield had been made for him with Millicent's pawprint stamped on right in the center. Steve had loved it and found it so close in quality to his own, if not slightly less durable. But when he'd woken up by the fountain, the only thing around him had been the blue jacket he'd clung to for a year. He hadn't even considered his shield.

Even now, seeing it, Steve doesn't want it. It looks good in Bucky's hand.

"Just make sure to stand on front if any animals attack, yeah?" He squeezes Bucky's hand and smiles at him. "Also, let me throw it. You need to work on your frisbee skills."

"Yeah, I know the reason. You're a sap," Bucky says; all the same, he squeezes Steve's hand again, because, "Same reason I showed up with this," he adds, quietly. It was the only real piece he had of Steve. It is Steve, as close as Bucky can get, when the other isn't around. He isn't about to pretend otherwise.

Even if, "I'll throw you, how's that?" he teases, though he's still on the alert because honestly, he doesn't want to run into any animals out here unless they're small and edible. And even then... he's hungry, but he might settle just for getting out of here and back into the city, run-down though it is. He's not all that easily spooked, but this place is kind of giving him the creeps, as the sun goes down with a finality that Bucky hopes he's just imagining.

"Thank God for good low-light vision," he murmurs, because at least they've both got that. "I think we came from that way?" he points a little tentatively in one direction with the shield, adding, "I figure we go that way for as long as it took us to get out here, and see what happens?"

If they have to shelter the night out here, they can. Preferably up a tree. But he'll worry about that later, if they haven't gotten back by the time full darkness falls.

"Hey..."

Steve pauses them for a second and strokes a hand against Bucky's jaw before leading him in for a light kiss. It has been a year since he's had soft moments like this. Even lost in the woods he has to appreciate and feel thankful for each and every kiss they share. When he pulls back he pecks Bucky's temple and goes back to just holding his hand.

"You're a sap too, pal."

The rest just gets laughter from Steve as they start walking in a direction that seems to be leading to louder noises. Considering there isn't a ton of people around in the city, 'louder' is a relative term. There's also nothing to say that they aren't heading into some unknown part of the planet. Some new city with things neither of them could expect. He holds on a bit tighter but stays alert.

"Remember all those times we wanted to go camping? I wasn't planning on doing it in a place like this."

Bucky can't help the way his lips curve into a small, relieved smile, even at the soft kiss. Yeah, it hasn't been nearly as long for him, but there's something about knowing that Steve still wants to do this even after a year of being separated on his end that means... a lot. It means a fucking lot, and for all that to Bucky, it feels like all that shit hit the fan just a couple weeks ago, at most, he doesn't really want to waste time being mad about it right now. There's still plenty of shit to figure out, of course, but it can wait until they're out of this forest, at least.

"Whatever. You're the sap who wants to kiss a sap," is the best comeback he's got, as they link hands and start making their way through the woods.

Now it's his turn to laugh; "Yeah, I've gotta admit - all those times I pictures myself having adventures on an alien planet, I usually had a laser gun and I wasn't lost in the woods with a fully-clothed companion."

So most of the pulps he'd read had involved scantily-clad women. So sue him. Not that he'd turn down a scantily-clad Steve, but that's a separate point.

"As long as nobody falls into a lake this time, I might call it good," he adds. Steve's not the only one acutely aware that the Atroma are not around for any do-overs.

"If you're asking me to strip, you coulda been more romantic about it."

He winks at Bucky and nudges him with his elbow. He knows what he really meant. Steve had snuck those pulps to read on his own and knew what was inside them. Bucky had always had the best books.

"And yeah. Yeah, no lakes." He can still remember Bucky nearly drowning in front of him. He can remember that night when they'd stayed on the floor and Bucky had woken with nightmares. It has been awful but it had also started them on the road to where they were now. But until a hospital showed up, Steve wasn't about to repeat the scene for old times sake.

"I have no idea how we got so lost. I swear we were only out here for a few minutes. This forest is insane." He sighs and continues to follow sounds. "When we get back to the city we should try to document where we were and how we got back. We'll need to know this forest for food."

Bucky grins a little, much more willing to focus on the idea of Steve with fewer clothes than the memories of nearly drowning. Not that the rest of that day had been as bad - it had actually been a pretty good one, despite everything - but he still don't thinks they need any repeats. Not of that.

"Why? It's not like you'd know how to make a strip show romantic," Bucky teases, though his attention slides back to the matter at hand soon enough. "Only if we can get back before it gets too dark. And only if we can make it back there without being the food."

Not that he has any proof that there's anything bigger than they are in these woods, but he tries to plan for the worst, just in case. "Honestly, I'm not sure I'm looking forward to finding out what's edible and what's not."

Between the two of them, they're pretty hard to poison. But they might still be miserable if they eat something they shouldn't.

Bucky spends some time glancing around, before he finally points. "I think I came from that way."

"Can it, Barnes. I could be romantic." Which is a lie but one that Steve will defend. From what he's seen of the new era, 'sexy' is just a lot of hip movement. Not all that complicated if he applied himself. If Bucky deserves it, of course. Big 'If'.

At the point, Steve starts walking forward and after a second or so can see a gash he'd hacked into a tree trunk. He can also see why he isn't able to find the others as clearly as the cut looks to be filled with a sort of sap. Like a bleeding wound.

"At least we're on the right track," he muses. Peering at the ooze, Steve sniffs and makes a baffled face.

"Do you think it's like syrup? Smells sort of like olive oil..."

Yeah, Steve - news flash, "sexy" and "romantic" aren't necessarily the same things. Still, Steve's allowed to try one or the other; Bucky's always happy to offer an opinion on his success or failure at it.

(Sometimes, having a boyfriend who's learning all this for the first time is pretty enjoyable. And sometimes, Bucky feels like he jumped right in the deep end, himself, because there's the whole thing where he, you know, has a boyfriend, and it's just as new for him as it is for Steve. Not that he can imagine anyone he'd rather figure things out together with.)

He frowns a little, stepping up to the tree to inspect the sap oozing out of it. "I dunno. Seems like it could be either - " He swipes a finger through it, though he doesn't actually taste it yet. "Well, it doesn't burn."

That's better than the alternative. It does smell like olive oil, like Steve says. Bucky cocks an eyebrow and says, "Think your serum's better at fighting off poison than mine."

Not that he wants to be responsible for poisoning his best friend. Just stating facts, here. Bucky's more easily drugged, and he can even get drunk with fast enough application of high-enough-proof alcohol. Steve, not so much on either front.

Lay off, he's trying. But he will be fine making a fool of himself with Bucky. At least when he laughs Steve can tackle him into the floor and kiss him into stopping.

But right now there's pressing concerns. Steve swipes his own finger in and sees for himself that it's not burning. It has about the same consistency as oil, too. Steve sniffs one last time before being the reckless moron he is and licking it off his finger. The taste is... interesting. And he doesn't immediately die so that is promising.

"It tastes a little like soy sauce, I think? Very salty at any rate. I'm not sure that it's meant for eating but it isn't necessarily awful." Steve looks around them and frowns a bit at the shield. Sort of like a big bowl...

"Should we take some back with us?"

Bucky would be willing to be silenced in that manner, even if he'd promise nothing about not starting up again as soon as possible, after.

For now, at least, he keeps a close eye on Steve, admittedly not entirely sure what he'd do if the guy had a bad reaction, but definitely relieved when he doesn't.

Not so excited, though, when Steve looks at the shield like that. "Not in the shield, we're not," Bucky points out, glancing around for something else they might be able to use. Leaves?

God, he feels like a city boy more than ever right now. "At least during the war, we had canteens."

"Yeah. Ones that sometimes even had water in them." Steve grins and shrugs a shoulder, figuring they can come back later with a bowl or something. See if the sap here is useful for anything. It can give Steve some time to make sure there really was no ill-effects for it as well. Probably important.

Steve moves closer and takes Bucky's hand again, squeezing it. Night wasn't going to last long but it was still coming. They had to get a move on.

"Do you remember when I took a swig off Dum-Dum's by accident? I think it was straight rubbing alcohol..."

Bucky snorts, lacing his fingers with Steve's because, "Hell yeah, I remember. God, I really wish I'd had a cellphone back then. I coulda made a picture or your face right after show up whenever you called me, how great would that have been?"

Dum Dum had been, to say the least, marginally famous for the bad, barely drinkable alcohol concoctions he'd always seemed to get ahold of - and fill his canteen with. "Morita was always swiping that shit to disinfect wounds, although I'm surprised it never killed anybody instead," Bucky points out, bumping elbows with Steve.

(And if Steve thinks Bucky isn't still paying attention to his every move for adverse effects... well, sometimes Steve's a little thick.)

"We are goin' the right way... right?"

Steve laughs, feeling good with the shared memories and the teasing. He looks over at his friend with a wide grin that's warm with the happiness he feels. He's lucky, after all. For a year he'd thought he'd lost Bucky. Thought he'd given up everything for someone and it had been all for nothing. It has been one of the worst years of his life and even now it's like a dream to have him close, again. A dream that Steve intends on making the most of, every single day.

Which...actually. That brought up a good question: why wasn't he doing so, now? Sure, they were in a strange forest, but the two of them could take on anyone. And looking at Bucky, Steve could remember all the times he'd watched his friends and wanted. He didn't need to want, anymore. Now he had him and forest or no forest, Steve felt happy and bold enough to take a detour.

"Yeah," he says, not noticing that his voice has gone a bit lower. He tugs Bucky's hand and sets down the jacket in order to wrap the other around his waist. His face is still set in a dopey smile, eyes a touch febrile but otherwise normal. Steve leans in and nuzzles his nose playfully against Bucky's.

"I think we're goin' the right way, now..."

If there is one thing that Steve Rogers can do that Bucky Barnes is not immune to, it's apparently try to put the moves on him. Because it's adorable, and maybe they're lost in the middle of a strange forest on a strange planet, but Bucky hasn't seen Steve for days and he definitely hasn't forgotten that it has been a hell of a lot longer for Steve.

So maybe it's easier than it should be, to let Steve stop their forward progress and reel him in; he laughs a little doing his best to focus on Steve's eyes, bright though they are, from so close to his face. "Are we," he murmurs, because, "That is a terrible line, Rogers."

It doesn't stop Bucky from exhaling slowly against Steve's lips, and leaning in for just - at least - one kiss. It feels like a dream, too, to Bucky - just when he'd started to resign himself to being trapped here alone, Steve had shown up, and Bucky never wants to take the guy for granted again.

The kiss feels good. It feels really good. Half, probably, because Steve is treasuring every single kiss he can get from Bucky now but half because...well. Steve's not sure. It's almost like his senses are even more tuned into his lover. The feel of his lips and the way his arms wrap around him. That one kiss quickly transitions into another. And then another, deeper this time. Steve lets out a small noise as he makes his way into Bucky's mouth and savors the taste. He should pull back, then. Get them back on their way and out of the forest.

But he deeply, sincerely doesn't want to.

Steve moans a bit and pushes forward just a little bit to have Bucky backed into a nearby tree. His hands fall into his hips and grip them tight as Steve's own push forward to pin him in. He nips against Bucky's lips, hungry for more even as he's panting for air. The febrile look has turned into something truly glassy as he stares at his boyfriend. Steve's pupils have blocked out almost all the blue.

"Don't need to waste a line on a sure thing like you," he teases, voice deep, before diving in for another kiss.

Steve tastes good - there's this smoky, salty aftertaste that Bucky figures is probably the sap, which is pretty fitting, given that Steve is a sap.

But Steve is also doing his level best to kiss Bucky breathless, and it's getting dark and they should get back but with every kiss, it gets easier and easier to justify it after just one more kiss. And when Bucky's back hits the tree, his skin is already starting to feel flushed and he kinda wants to make Steve moan a little more. And some more after that. And maybe see if he can lick the rest of that taste out of Steve's mouth. Bucky's gonna give it his level best.

He puts his weight back against the tree and winds one ankle around Steve's, his own eyes a little bright as they break apart, if briefly. "How d'you know I'm sure?" Bucky murmurs against Steve's lips, as though they're not already well on their way into an epic makeout session that he's frankly not keen on ending anytime soon. They'll be fine. Nothing's jumped them so far. And the only thing he wants to jump him is Steve.

Which is probably getting a little ahead of himself, he thinks with a soft chuckle at himself, breaking from Steve's lips to brush a couple kisses over his cheek. "I am sure that I'm sorry you had to go a year without this," he says. "I mean. I am a great kisser. And it looks like you're not too badly out of shape at it, either."

It's beyond reckless to be doing this here but Steve can't exactly remind himself of reasons to care. He's been without Bucky for a year. A whole fucking year spent thinking he'd lost someone he loved and would never get back again. Steve tilts his face to catch Bucky's lips on one of those cheek kisses and ravages his mouth with every speck of desperation he has. When Steve pulls back he's panting from lack of oxygen and the starting flames of lust.

"Who says I wasn't practicing?" He is taunting of course. Steve hadn't even thought about it for those long months. Bucky doesn't need to know that, though. "Year's a long time to learn new tricks." He smiles, warm as he trails his lips to the pulse of Bucky's neck and gives it a nip. He's not sure entirely where the drive for that came from but Steve is just following his instincts, now.

Or following something, at any rate. Something that is making it feel better and better the more he touches and kisses Bucky.

"I missed you so bad, Buck," he murmurs against the abused skin as he kisses it over and over as though apologizing. One hand on Bucky's hip moves up, toying with the top of the ugly jumpsuit. At least it was easy to get inside, Steve thinks as he starts to unzip it. He shifts, mouth following exposed skin as it's revealed. It's a lot for Steve to do.

If either were in their right mind it might have even raised a red flag. But at least for Steve, it's easy to justify this with how much he had longed for his love. At least, it was easy to justify for now.

"Oh yeah?" Bucky laughs a little, sliding his hands up to run through Steve's hair, leaning his head back against the three a little because... well, frankly, because he has to, because if Steve's out of breath, Bucky sure isn't faring much better. "Who were you practicing on, while I was gone? Were they cute? They'd better've been cute."

He feels a little warm and tingly - almost like being drunk, but if he were drunk on Steve. Because that's what it feels like - like touching Steve is the key here, and Steve sure as hell seems to be pretty obliging.

Even if some of that good twists into bittersweetness, when Steve says how much he missed him. Bucky's fingers tighten a little in Steve's hair - not stopping him from what he's doing, because part of him knows they shouldn't be doing this shit out here, but part of him really doesn't care. Part of him wants to give Steve everything, just as much as it doesn't want Steve to stop touching him. He never wants Steve to stop touching him, and he never wants to let Steve go again.

So he lets Steve keep going, even as he murmurs, "I'm sorry, Stevie. I'm right here. And I never wanted to disappear out from underneath you."

He kind of laughs then, arches a little into Steve's fingers, as if to try and "help" him with that zipper. "I mean. Underneath you's pretty good right now, huh?"

Steve is not the only one in this relationship with terrible lines, apparently.

But at least he's sober enough to ask, "You got a plan, star-spangled man?"

Steve pulls it down to Bucky's waist and lets himself feel the smooth skin now exposed. He runs his palms across it, remembering what this could be like. It's been awhile since he's been able to touch and be touched back. He kisses Bucky again, just like before, hungry for something he's been starved of for an entire year.

"There isn't anyone for me but you," he confirms softly, sealing it with another peck. "And I ain't letting you out of my sight ever again. Under me, on top of me, I don't care." Although...right now, both of those options sound like a pretty good time. Steve grabs the zipper and tugs it down just a little more so his hand can slip along Bucky's hip and hold it. The other fists into his hair as Steve swallows up any more words with another kiss. He breaks it off just to kiss down and go to leave a lovebite on the center of Bucky's neck. It's a bit messy since Steve is going off secondhand information about how to do it but his instincts seem to be on the right track. One leads into a second leads into Steve's nose running underneath Bucky's jaw as he exhales shakily.

"I could ask you the same, sweetheart." He is smiling as he finally looks Bucky in the eye. "But we're both pretty good at improvising. Wanna just see where it goes?"

Steve's hands are big and warm and sure, Bucky hasn't been missing Steve for as long, but that doesn't mean he hasn't missed him. It still feels good - in fact, despite the fact that it's a simple touch, it feels really good, like it's spreading the best kind of fire over his skin, everywhere Steve touches. His love bites might be sloppy, but that's what makes them endearing - just like his words, because they're sappy as hell, but Bucky knows Steve absolutely means them.

His fingers curl in Steve's hair, pulling him in for a kiss before he answers. "You're the original," he points out. "That means I'm off the hook."

But what Steve says also isn't wrong. "I guess we could fly by the seat of our pants, a little," he agrees - as if they already aren't, doing this in the middle of a forest. Well, it's an abandoned forest, so here is just as good as anywhere else. Bucky's eyes flash, and he smirks as he gets an idea, unwinding his ankle from Steve's so he can get both feet on the ground, tense, and jump literally onto Steve, wrapping his legs around his waist.

Yeah, it's a move he'd have expected from a girl, but here and now, it means it gets their entire fronts - including their hips - touching, and there's that little thrill because he knows Steve can take his weight. Plus, "You like it when I'm higher up, right?" he teases, because this puts his head a couple inches above Steve's, so that Bucky has to nuzzle his nose firmly against Steve's cheek, coaxing him to tip his head back for the next kiss."

There is almost no coaxing needed. Steve's skin is on fire where they're touching. He is almost shivering with all the contact and the anticipation is is giving him. He has Bucky's strong legs around his waist and his hands able to go wherever they want. Not only that but Bucky is right: Steve does like when Bucky's higher up than him. Usually it's a nostalgic thing but right now it releases almost a growl out of Steve as he uses the tree to support Bucky's weight and attacks his mouth.

Their hips are flush in this position and Steve pushes in even closer, suddenly more desperate than he had been a second before. He moans as he tilts up and reaches for Bucky's lips. It almost feels like what it might have, years ago. Him so small and Bucky a head over him. Yeah. Steve likes it. He likes it a whole fucking lot. When he pulls back to breathe, he presses kisses over whatever he can reach. His head tilts down and he's not entirely sure what to do with a nipple but he gives it a small nip and a kiss all the same. Testing the water before tilting his head back and looking at his love.

"Yeah...yeah. I think it's alright." He tilts his hips forward and in to show Bucky how much that was minimizing it. He feels like he's running a fever, right now. His skin is oversensitive and he's burning up with a deep, internal need. Steve bends forward to just press his cheek against the bare flesh. His hands grip at Bucky's waist and scratch against it.

"God. You drive me crazy, sometimes. Know that, Buck?"

Bucky doesn't need Steve to say anything to prove this was a good idea - his reactions pretty much speak for themselves. So do Bucky's, probably - he tenses and lets out a pleased little gasp at the pinch of Steve's teeth on his chest, at the soft, hot press of lips that follows. His head thunks back against the trunk a little, as his legs tighten and his fingers comb through Steve's hair, smooth down the back of his neck, slip under his collar as best they can to scratch at his shoulders, his upper back.

"You want a hint," Bucky teases, cheeks a little flushed and breath definitely coming a little faster. "If you wanna drive me crazy... keep doin' what you're doin'." Part of him wants to start getting Steve out of his own clothes, give Bucky more skin to touch, give them both more skin-to-skin contact. But everything Steve's doing is kind of addictive right now, from the growl echoing low in his throat to his lips against Bucky's skin, and he doesn't want it to stop, for even a second. He arches and rolls his hips right back against Steve's, hard, unapologetic, because he's learned, and quickly, that all the little ways you're supposed to be polite with a dame... kinda aren't important with Steve. And it's kind of addicting, in its own right, to be a little demanding, to see Steve light up and figure out what to do next.

Finally, though, speaking of next, "You're too dressed for this, pal."

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Omg I somehow posted as anon so I had no idea you replied . Also making up shit now about trees

OH MAN see I meant to poke you and let you know... and clearly forgot. BUT YAY TREES XD

Bahahahahhaha

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Aaaand sap smut.

in every sense of the word XD