v2 OPEN POST;

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NETWORK | ACTION | PROMPTS | NSFW/SFW | IT'S ALL GRAVY

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Don't be sorry. [ He says quietly, firmly, taken by the way Andyr yields to him. He calms that frantic, fluttering nature with infinite patience and a tenderness that he guards from everyone else. This is meant for Andyr, a precious, rare thing saved for him; and he grinds against Andyr's naked length, feeling the smaller man rise up against him with a desire that he intends to fulfill.

Tonight, everything revolves around Andyr, everything is about him -- and he only moves away to let Andyr shuck his shirt off, rolling his shoulders gracefully before moving back to crush his mouth against his. ]

Never be sorry. [ He's insistent, his hand pulling away from Andyr's throat as he continues to stroke his cock. Bucky's devotion is silent but evident, his attention centered completely on his needs.

Feeling Andyr thrust into his hand is a sensuous, erotic thing, and he murmurs against his mouth, feeling that naked cock rub up against his jeans. He has the control here, but he uses it for Andyr's sake, keeps him safe and drives the nightmares away.

He reaches for the lubricant by the bedside and offers it to him. ] I'm going to take care of you, Andyr. Tell me what you want. Let me make you feel good.

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[ the moment bucky's shirt is off and tossed away, andyr's arms reach up, wrapping over broad shoulders, and around his side, pulling his face to bucky's chest, burrowing against the side of his neck and hiding himself there, against the strength of the man's torso. bucky's always so solid, and nothing feels safer to him than this - being curled against that sturdiness, feeling bucky's weight press down against him and his arms frame his body.

bucky makes him sweet promises, to take care of him, to always find him, to protect him, and puts all the faith he has into him, holding tight and letting the rest of his will crumble for the moment. he's tired of standing on his own, picking him back up every time he's knocked down. bucky's willing and able, and treating his body like something holy right now, andyr's back bow up against him, as his head falls back, and his eyes close. a bottle is pressed into his hand, and andyr doesn't need to look down to know what it is. yes, this is what he needs, exactly this. something good, something kind, something that makes him feel like more than a pile of bones and pretty skin. ]

I want you inside me. [ he's telling him, against bucky's shoulder, as he pops the bottle open, and seeks out bucky's hand. loathe to end the sensation as he is, he's tugging at the one stroke him, pulling him off with a quiet sigh, enough to slick the lubricant along his fingers, and direct him back down. his thighs spread further, hips tilting up, and andyr pulls bucky's hand to slip between his cheeks and press inside him.

he won't take much stretching - they've been doing this a lot lately, and he wants bucky's cock pushing up into him, filling him up and retaking him, as soon as he can. fingers ply at the closures of his pants against, pulling them open and pushing the fabric off his hips, enough that he can coat bucky's dick, make the eventual slide smooth and slick and easy and perfect. ] Slow, I wanna feel it.