[There's a deep rumble of something like approval from the back of his throat that tapers off into something softer when Steve's fingers wind through his hair.
His mouth splits into a smile against Steve's lips and he nips lightly at his lower lip, playful, and mumbles: ]
C'mon... I'm not made of porcelain. [He chuckles and chases him for another kiss, a little more intense at the start this time.]
Aren't you? [ Dry and wry and mumbled against Bucky's lips. Then he goes back to the kiss, with a lot more intensity. A groan that's soft but solid, teeth coming into play as much as tongue as he deepens it and his fingers tightening.
He's still... checked, but a lot less soft now that he's got verbal reassurance.
Not what his plan for the road trip had actually been - in specifics. In being needed and part of relaxing, unwinding and just being people? Yeah. Probably. This feels pretty right.]
“Hardly,” he murmurs back, sinking deeply into that kiss. Every shift and tug is met with an equal reaction,
The firm press of fingers search along Steve’s side, trying to find purchase at the hem of Steve’s shirt. Push the material out of the way to trail eager fingers across smooth skin.
Bucky nips playfully at Steve’s lip when he slowly, so slowly, pulls back. Space for air, but only just enough, because he doesn’t want to go very far.
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His mouth splits into a smile against Steve's lips and he nips lightly at his lower lip, playful, and mumbles: ]
C'mon... I'm not made of porcelain. [He chuckles and chases him for another kiss, a little more intense at the start this time.]
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He's still... checked, but a lot less soft now that he's got verbal reassurance.
Not what his plan for the road trip had actually been - in specifics. In being needed and part of relaxing, unwinding and just being people? Yeah. Probably. This feels pretty right.]
Flips us to prose bc I’m on my phone and lazy
The firm press of fingers search along Steve’s side, trying to find purchase at the hem of Steve’s shirt. Push the material out of the way to trail eager fingers across smooth skin.
Bucky nips playfully at Steve’s lip when he slowly, so slowly, pulls back. Space for air, but only just enough, because he doesn’t want to go very far.