You'd be surprised just what sort of soulful endeavors come out of each language...they're full of them, afterall. And tongues, naturally.

[oh that little growl, the shudder he feels between them, from Bucky's chest to Lupin's heart. It's so good, Lupin could just eat it up. He does, though, lick into his husband's mouth at every sound he makes.

All the while, he holds on to him, rocks him against his own body. He continues to tease, to slide just the tip of one finger between his cheeks, never once circling the hole that he can imagine flutter for him.

His cock twitches fully to life at the thought.]

Shall I get you to say something in every language you even vaguely know?