[Lupin continues to lap at Bucky's hole as the shudders of his body subside; it's beautiful. Bucky's beautiful in that moment, finally coming undone, unraveling right in his hands. He strokes his cock until he milks him of it, soft and pliant in his hands.
He needn't a reminder of just how badly he wants Bucky, how badly he needs him. He burns the image of his husband like this in his brain, in the lids of his eyes so every time they close he sees Bucky. Lupin steels himself and then covers his husband with his body, rocks against him, two fingers curled inside him as he rocks against his cheeks, and he has to bite his lip to give him a moment, to will himself not to come right now.
As it is, he lines himself up and pushes in immediately, groaning when Bucky's tight, wet heat engulfs him, threatens to tear him asunder to the very soul.]
Maybe you did assassinate me the night we met and I'm dreaming.
we are gonna get matching butthole pearls ;0
He needn't a reminder of just how badly he wants Bucky, how badly he needs him. He burns the image of his husband like this in his brain, in the lids of his eyes so every time they close he sees Bucky. Lupin steels himself and then covers his husband with his body, rocks against him, two fingers curled inside him as he rocks against his cheeks, and he has to bite his lip to give him a moment, to will himself not to come right now.
As it is, he lines himself up and pushes in immediately, groaning when Bucky's tight, wet heat engulfs him, threatens to tear him asunder to the very soul.]
Maybe you did assassinate me the night we met and I'm dreaming.