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@ValiantPunk shattering. Fire licked up his spine, chills breaking out over his body as he pressed his forehead to the mattress, a soft whimper escaping.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh /fuck/…”
@ValiantPunk Hot.
God, Steve’s mouth was so fucking hot around him, so tight and perfect, and Bucky felt like he was falling into pieces. Those lips wrapped around him and sucked him further into the wet heat, and the noise that punched out of Bucky’s chest was absolutely broken.
He was +
@ValiantPunk hated, but it certainly became useful in times like these.
“Right this way.”
She nodded, grabbing two menus and leading them to a booth in the back.
@ValiantPunk The hostess glanced at the two of them, taking a moment to process the fact that they were still holding hands. He eyes stayed on their untwined fingers, but she didn’t say anything off color because the sight of Bucky was a little…
Intimidating.
It’s something he usually +
@ValiantPunk his insides and made him feel sick. He took a steadying breath, and exhaled slowly, reaching back to take Steve’s fingers into his right hand. Bucky gave a gentle squeeze.
“Probably not the best idea, Stevie. Not when I’m…”
His left hand +
@ValiantPunk remember the last time he’d been touched like this, and the gentle contact was enough to drive him up a wall.
It felt so /good/ and his thighs were clenching from the pleasure.
“Oh god…”
@ValiantPunk Christ.
The whirring in Bucky’s left arm got louder as he tried to keep himself from collapsing onto the smaller man’s face. His flesh hand knotted into the bedsheets, a gasp punching from his throat as he did his best to keep as still as possible.
“St-Steve…”
He couldn’t +
@ValiantPunk seconds, and Bucky reached to hold the door open for his love.
“If you really want to experience something amazing, get a brothy soup and dip your sandwich into it.”
He waggled his brows as he spoke, hoping Steve would find him impressive yet again.
@ValiantPunk The joy radiating off of Steve was infectious, and Bucky couldn’t help the way his ribs felt like they were expanding at the thought of /him/ being the reason behind the smaller man’s gleeful expression. Their rejuvenated pace had them at the diner’s door in less than thirty +
@ValiantPunk younger man, shrugging a shoulder as he chewed his lip.
“Honestly, that’s up to you. How much are you wanting to bring with us? We will probably only make one trip if possible, but I can carry a lot if you need me to.”
@ValiantPunk He watched as Steve glanced about, eyes narrowing as he wondered why the man was being so cautious. Bucky followed anyway, his gaze flicking up and down the street even though Stevie had already seemingly cleared this surroundings.
At the question, he glanced down at the +
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@CrimsonVdova probably venture out later and get something substantial for dinner. Please help yourself and get comfortable. I’ll probably be in town for a few days, if not a week, so we’ve got plenty of time for this.”
@CrimsonVdova mourned. He had lost the love of his life, the one person who had ever put forth effort into getting to know him. And Steve had just… Decided to love someone else.
And, while the situation was slightly different here, he knew what Yuri was about to feel. It would be cruel to +
@CrimsonVdova had faded as the cloud of grief over Natasha’s loss persistently rained down on him. He was always nauseous, and some part of him hoped that crossing this last name off of his list would free him from the downpour he’d been enduring for months now.
“I’m okay right now. I’ll +