[Bucky groans at the clench of fingers in his hair and it's such a primal growl he isn't sure he's even on this planet anymore, but it came from him -- came from his chest, which is still impossibly tight, tight like he is around his husband. He can barely comprehend what Lupin is saying, much less how to make words. Luckily, brains (and tongues) can work on their own sometimes.
He's babbling but everything in him wants Lupin to know that this is very much not a dream. He's gonna have those bruises for days -- something Bucky, unfortunately, won't. His voice is raspy from the angle Lupin's holding him, but the pain of the pull of his hair pushes him ever closer.]
You feel perfect, you're perfect, Lupin... no, Arsène, for you-- you, just you. Your cock is so good inside me, I can feel how close you are. You know this feels too good to be a dream, babe.
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12/8/16 04:05 (UTC)He's babbling but everything in him wants Lupin to know that this is very much not a dream. He's gonna have those bruises for days -- something Bucky, unfortunately, won't. His voice is raspy from the angle Lupin's holding him, but the pain of the pull of his hair pushes him ever closer.]
You feel perfect, you're perfect, Lupin... no, Arsène, for you-- you, just you. Your cock is so good inside me, I can feel how close you are. You know this feels too good to be a dream, babe.