[Bucky has been so used to people trying to kill him that he would never have dreamed of fucking someone he met in such a way, a way he can still remember the feeling of his heart beating against Lupin's as he held the knife to his throat. The same throat that he peppers with kisses when he can, when Lupin allows. In the mornings when he wakes he always feels a slight sense of...something when Lupin's not there, but moves along with his day anyway.
But now, his only thoughts are sensations and of his husband holding his back to chest, and he's able to choke out a laugh even though it's the strangled kind. He turns as much as he can to catch a kiss from those lips, those beautiful lips. 'Babe' had slipped out accidentally but he also meant it. His chest flutters and he whines at Lupin's words about what he could do -- but the phrase 'make love' sends his mind spiraling. Yes, this -- this -- is what making love means.]
H-haaaah, I'm anything but sweet.
[That is, until after sex. He can be sweet at other times, but he saves those. They come and go like bursts of energy pushing through the darkness he's seen for so long; yes, he'll save them for the special occasions.
When Lupin comes, Bucky can't take it anymore. The friction of their hands moving in tandem on his cock is too much, and he bucks incredibly hard, probably so hard it knocks his husband back with that plump ass and cries out as he feels the rush of orgasm overtake him like waves on a shore. Bucky can't see a thing in front of him, sweat slides down his back and sticks his hair to his face. The feeling of Lupin's cock still inside him with every tiny movement has him still gasping.]
You're wonderful. [He mumbles against the mattress half-audibly. He uses his hand to find Lupin's so he can intertwine their fingers.] Fuck, you're good.
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12/8/16 17:09 (UTC)But now, his only thoughts are sensations and of his husband holding his back to chest, and he's able to choke out a laugh even though it's the strangled kind. He turns as much as he can to catch a kiss from those lips, those beautiful lips. 'Babe' had slipped out accidentally but he also meant it. His chest flutters and he whines at Lupin's words about what he could do -- but the phrase 'make love' sends his mind spiraling. Yes, this -- this -- is what making love means.]
H-haaaah, I'm anything but sweet.
[That is, until after sex. He can be sweet at other times, but he saves those. They come and go like bursts of energy pushing through the darkness he's seen for so long; yes, he'll save them for the special occasions.
When Lupin comes, Bucky can't take it anymore. The friction of their hands moving in tandem on his cock is too much, and he bucks incredibly hard, probably so hard it knocks his husband back with that plump ass and cries out as he feels the rush of orgasm overtake him like waves on a shore. Bucky can't see a thing in front of him, sweat slides down his back and sticks his hair to his face. The feeling of Lupin's cock still inside him with every tiny movement has him still gasping.]
You're wonderful. [He mumbles against the mattress half-audibly. He uses his hand to find Lupin's so he can intertwine their fingers.] Fuck, you're good.