[ Bucky's words are a low rumble. He knows this desire for what it is -- for Andyr to melt into him, to know that he's not alone, and his words, when spoken out loud, serve to reinforce the sentiment, re-drawing the lines that had been smudged and decimated when the slavers had gotten their grubby hands on him. He lays kisses against the sharp, defined line of Andyr's jaw, the plates of his metal arm shifting under Andyr's touch, alive under his hands.
He will draw those lines again, remind Andyr again and again that he's safe to come out, that Bucky won't let that happen to him again. He knows how much it takes out of Andyr to even seek him out like this; and how, right now, he's beyond petty pride and ego.
He's Bucky's, for as long as he needs him, for as long as he wants to be sheltered and protected; they will tend to his wounds together, and he doesn't miss the way his body trembles. Bucky only holds him tighter, possessive and firm, before he gently guides him to the bed -- he will wipe off every filthy word, every minute of every day that Andyr had been forced to stay captive, and his soft murmured words of comfort are a binding promise to mitigate the horrors he has been subjected to. ]
You're all mine, and I'll take care of you. [ His words are soft against his ear, quiet and soothing, gently easing Andyr down with him to the bed that they share together. His Andyr is fully naked now, but it doesn't matter -- Bucky is his shield, and he will keep him away from the rest of the world. ] You've been very brave, but let me take care of you now.
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[ Bucky's words are a low rumble. He knows this desire for what it is -- for Andyr to melt into him, to know that he's not alone, and his words, when spoken out loud, serve to reinforce the sentiment, re-drawing the lines that had been smudged and decimated when the slavers had gotten their grubby hands on him. He lays kisses against the sharp, defined line of Andyr's jaw, the plates of his metal arm shifting under Andyr's touch, alive under his hands.
He will draw those lines again, remind Andyr again and again that he's safe to come out, that Bucky won't let that happen to him again. He knows how much it takes out of Andyr to even seek him out like this; and how, right now, he's beyond petty pride and ego.
He's Bucky's, for as long as he needs him, for as long as he wants to be sheltered and protected; they will tend to his wounds together, and he doesn't miss the way his body trembles. Bucky only holds him tighter, possessive and firm, before he gently guides him to the bed -- he will wipe off every filthy word, every minute of every day that Andyr had been forced to stay captive, and his soft murmured words of comfort are a binding promise to mitigate the horrors he has been subjected to. ]
You're all mine, and I'll take care of you. [ His words are soft against his ear, quiet and soothing, gently easing Andyr down with him to the bed that they share together. His Andyr is fully naked now, but it doesn't matter -- Bucky is his shield, and he will keep him away from the rest of the world. ] You've been very brave, but let me take care of you now.