[Those baby blues lock him in; he can't look away, can't make himself look away, so locked in those eyes as Bucky is within his body. An electric heat races through him from the tips of his toes to his hairline, and finally, finally, he throws his head back and moans, eyes threatening to flutter closed. Legs sinching around Bucky's sides, he rolls against him, wild motions of his hips, hungry like his soul.]
You...for you...! But you..are you for me? You're a splendid treasure, Mr. Lupin.
[mouth stuttering into a grin, he urges Bucky on with one hand pulling at his ass and the other with locks of that dark hair between his fingers. Every time Bucky slides out, Lupin is there to guide him, to ensure he slides home quickly, deep, so deep he might wring him out yet.]
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[Those baby blues lock him in; he can't look away, can't make himself look away, so locked in those eyes as Bucky is within his body. An electric heat races through him from the tips of his toes to his hairline, and finally, finally, he throws his head back and moans, eyes threatening to flutter closed. Legs sinching around Bucky's sides, he rolls against him, wild motions of his hips, hungry like his soul.]
You...for you...! But you..are you for me? You're a splendid treasure, Mr. Lupin.
[mouth stuttering into a grin, he urges Bucky on with one hand pulling at his ass and the other with locks of that dark hair between his fingers. Every time Bucky slides out, Lupin is there to guide him, to ensure he slides home quickly, deep, so deep he might wring him out yet.]