[Steve has to pull away to get undressed, what with how his costume is effectively one single piece. He's worn it enough times to not get tangled in the slinky fabric though as he kicks it off along with the boots and knocks the cat ears into a corner somewhere, leaving him entirely naked.
He stares when he gets a look at Bucky, of course. No look of horror crosses his features though - it's pure hunger, pure thirst.
Steve's stamina isn't so great at holding back an orgasm, but hot diggity his refractory period may as well be that of a teenager's, apparently.
He drops to his knees in front of Bucky, eyes and voice pleading.]
Can I taste you, please?
[He wants the rest of it, dear god does he want the rest of it, but Bucky had a chance to swallow Steve in the hallway and Steve at least wants to see how deep he can take Bucky into his mouth.]
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He stares when he gets a look at Bucky, of course. No look of horror crosses his features though - it's pure hunger, pure thirst.
Steve's stamina isn't so great at holding back an orgasm, but hot diggity his refractory period may as well be that of a teenager's, apparently.
He drops to his knees in front of Bucky, eyes and voice pleading.]
Can I taste you, please?
[He wants the rest of it, dear god does he want the rest of it, but Bucky had a chance to swallow Steve in the hallway and Steve at least wants to see how deep he can take Bucky into his mouth.]