[ Steve isn't sure exactly what he wants, but he's sure getting whatever it is involves Bucky. Lots of Bucky. To the point where he sags back a little when the kiss ends, and blinks a couple of times to clear his head. ]
I dunno. Keep going and I'll tell you if things get uncomfortable.
[He leans in again to go back to kissing, hot and passionate, sliding his hand down lower, so he can unbutton Steve's pants. He doesn't pull them off, but he does slide his hand inside, testing the waters.]
Steve is wearing boxers, so it won't be hard to slip his fingers inside. And speaking of hard, it seems his dick isn't quite awake yet, but it's definitely not completely asleep either. Maybe it could use some help shaking off the slumber. ]
He's giving feather-light touches, brushing one finger against the slit. Bucky purrs into the kiss, pleased at what he's found, more than happy to help Steve out, using his free hand to tug his pants a little lower down his hips.]
[Bucky doesn't laugh, but he does smile, clearly pleased with himself as he squeezes a little, starting to pull at Steve's pants, so he can start to tug them off, working at the boxers.]
[ Steve reaches out to brace a hand against Bucky's left shoulder, and leans over halfway to help tug down his pants. As much as he's embarrassed, he's also interested in what Bucky's doing to his dick. And, according to the books he's read, there's a lot more stroking and touch involved in sex.
Which is why his pants are now off, leaving his best friend free to molest his dick as much as he wants. ]
[He likes this, this trust. He'll show Steve a great time, running his thumb against the slit, sliding his hand down to cup and squeeze at Steve's balls before he moves back up.]
[ He finds himself at a loss for words, briefly, which is not something one can say often about Steve Rogers. Mouthy, serious, passionate. Rarely without at least a witty comeback or sheer determination writ verbally. It seems Bucky's choice of words have hit a nerve. Or at least some colorful mental images. ]
You. I want ... [ He finally manages, voice low and breathy. Breathless. ] You. Hand, blow, I don't give a fuck. I just ...
Look, I've jerked myself off plenty. What's the difference between that and a blow job?
[ In the practical aspect. He's aware of the technical definition. ]
[Bucky says it with another purr, moving so he's kneeling in between Steve's legs, continuing to stroke Steve's cock carefully.]
You want to find out?
[But it's obvious after only a moment that the question is rhetorical, because he takes the entirety of Steve's length into his mouth at once, humming, lapping at the underside before he starts sucking, lapping carefully, watching Steve's reactions carefully.]
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How far do you want me to go, Stevie?
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I dunno. Keep going and I'll tell you if things get uncomfortable.
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I can do that.
[He leans in again to go back to kissing, hot and passionate, sliding his hand down lower, so he can unbutton Steve's pants. He doesn't pull them off, but he does slide his hand inside, testing the waters.]
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[ Still waters run deep?
Steve is wearing boxers, so it won't be hard to slip his fingers inside. And speaking of hard, it seems his dick isn't quite awake yet, but it's definitely not completely asleep either. Maybe it could use some help shaking off the slumber. ]
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He's giving feather-light touches, brushing one finger against the slit. Bucky purrs into the kiss, pleased at what he's found, more than happy to help Steve out, using his free hand to tug his pants a little lower down his hips.]
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Good enough for Steve's hips to press forward, trying to get closer to those feather-light touches. He's also all for getting rid of the pants. ]
That feels great.
[ Probably not the smoothest remark in the world, but it's the truth. ]
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I can make you feel even better.
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[ Steve reaches out to brace a hand against Bucky's left shoulder, and leans over halfway to help tug down his pants. As much as he's embarrassed, he's also interested in what Bucky's doing to his dick. And, according to the books he's read, there's a lot more stroking and touch involved in sex.
Which is why his pants are now off, leaving his best friend free to molest his dick as much as he wants. ]
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You want it up against the wall, Stevie?
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[ And now his cock is waking up, hips pushing as close to Bucky's hand as he can get. More of that, please, Mister Barnes. ]
I'm still a virgin.
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That depends on what you want "it" to be, babe. I'm not going to do anything you're not comfortable with.
[He speaks low, purring right in Steve's ear.]
A handjob? A blowjob? Something else? Tell me what you want, Stevie.
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[ He finds himself at a loss for words, briefly, which is not something one can say often about Steve Rogers. Mouthy, serious, passionate. Rarely without at least a witty comeback or sheer determination writ verbally. It seems Bucky's choice of words have hit a nerve. Or at least some colorful mental images. ]
You. I want ... [ He finally manages, voice low and breathy. Breathless. ] You. Hand, blow, I don't give a fuck. I just ...
Look, I've jerked myself off plenty. What's the difference between that and a blow job?
[ In the practical aspect. He's aware of the technical definition. ]
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[Bucky says it with another purr, moving so he's kneeling in between Steve's legs, continuing to stroke Steve's cock carefully.]
You want to find out?
[But it's obvious after only a moment that the question is rhetorical, because he takes the entirety of Steve's length into his mouth at once, humming, lapping at the underside before he starts sucking, lapping carefully, watching Steve's reactions carefully.]