D-dunno, just that...that... [he catches Lupin's mouth for half a second, trying to catch his own breath, not sure if he's succeeding] ...it just doesn't have the same ring to it without it. Mr. Lupin-Barnes...sounds great.

[He's sure Lupin's trying to bruise his hips as well as his own in the process. Bucky's fingers dig into Lupin's back, the others into his free hip where he is sure to leave a mark, and he can't get enough air as every nerve ending in his cock is on fire, aflame for his husband -- his husband -- and he glances at the ring on his finger. His chest fills with warmth, though that could be from the shocks shooting from his cock up through his spine.

He can't stop muttering Lupin's name, over and over, like it's going to save him, like it's the only thing holding him here. Lupin's chest, neck, and face are flushed bright red.]

C'mon, comeoncomeon, Arsène, you look so good, my cock filling you up...I can't wait to feel you...

[He grasps Lupin's cock as much as he can between them; his breath stutters, growing more erratic than before, and he can feel the pressure deep in his belly building even in his teeth.]