[ 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.
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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.