Then Bucky licks his lips, tip of his tongue just grazing the sensitive skin of Steveās ear and Steve moans. Nothing close to the surge of lust behind his ribs, but a tiny, breathy sound all the same. Bucky doesnāt reactāhe must not have heard. Though a minute later he curls his fingers and extends them again, moving just slow enough for it to be a caress.
Just tip your head into his touch. Heāll take the lead and trace the folds of your ear with his tongue until you canāt keep quiet any more. Then heāll smother your desperate little noises with his mouth, fingers twisting in your hair. Kissing deeply, tongues reaching to declare your filthy intentions. Find his knee with your hand and slide wolfishly up his thigh until you reach the bulge behind his fly. Palm him through his trousers until heās panting in your mouth, until heās pressing his forehead to yours, hips bucking, and you can see his dark eyes, glinting in the screenās flickering light, pleadingā
Steve jolts back to the present. The credits are rolling and Bucky is reading them as well. The screen blacks and two fluorescent lights buzz to life. Bucky loosens his hand from Steveās head, welcoming the world back in.
