[ Bucky's words hold a quiet vehemence, a powerful promise he whispers against his mouth when he kisses him over and over, bearing him down onto the mattress. His Andyr carries scars no one else should carry; a burden that is terrible and heart-wrenching all at once. He can hear the plaintiveness in his voice, the desperation and the gratitude he laps up and absorbs with a frightening intensity, an eagerness to comfort and to ease all his pain away.
His hands roam Andyr's body, tracking over every inch of skin and marking him, fingers digging into flesh lightly here and there, leaving light bruises that will heal within hours. Bucky's nudging Andyr's legs open because he knows what he needs, when he's here like this and he needs to get out of his head.
Even so, he's in no hurry. He's hitching Andyr's legs around his waist as his mouth finds his, heated and wanting, trailing down to his throat while his free hand comes to wrap around his dick, warm metal wrapped around his heated skin. Bucky makes a soft noise as he finds his way to his mouth again, his dark eyes glittering. ]
I don't care if I have to move the world to find you, Andyr. I always will.
[ Because he will be the one who saves him when no one else is brave enough to step forward; and he would commit every waking moment to keeping him safe and by his side, cleansed from his trauma at the slavers. Bucky can't feel entirely sorry for them, really -- they've had it coming for thinking that they could leash a tiger before Andyr leaped for their throats.
His hand other hand comes to curl around Andyr's throat, gently resting there as he nudges his head up for another deep, hot and searing kiss. ] You belong to me, and I'm going to make sure no one hurts you again.
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[ Bucky's words hold a quiet vehemence, a powerful promise he whispers against his mouth when he kisses him over and over, bearing him down onto the mattress. His Andyr carries scars no one else should carry; a burden that is terrible and heart-wrenching all at once. He can hear the plaintiveness in his voice, the desperation and the gratitude he laps up and absorbs with a frightening intensity, an eagerness to comfort and to ease all his pain away.
His hands roam Andyr's body, tracking over every inch of skin and marking him, fingers digging into flesh lightly here and there, leaving light bruises that will heal within hours. Bucky's nudging Andyr's legs open because he knows what he needs, when he's here like this and he needs to get out of his head.
Even so, he's in no hurry. He's hitching Andyr's legs around his waist as his mouth finds his, heated and wanting, trailing down to his throat while his free hand comes to wrap around his dick, warm metal wrapped around his heated skin. Bucky makes a soft noise as he finds his way to his mouth again, his dark eyes glittering. ]
I don't care if I have to move the world to find you, Andyr. I always will.
[ Because he will be the one who saves him when no one else is brave enough to step forward; and he would commit every waking moment to keeping him safe and by his side, cleansed from his trauma at the slavers. Bucky can't feel entirely sorry for them, really -- they've had it coming for thinking that they could leash a tiger before Andyr leaped for their throats.
His hand other hand comes to curl around Andyr's throat, gently resting there as he nudges his head up for another deep, hot and searing kiss. ] You belong to me, and I'm going to make sure no one hurts you again.