[ 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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[ 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.]