['Wait' along with 'stop' and 'no' are the words pretty much programmed into Bucky to obey in situations such as this. He never wants to overstep the line with a partner of his, and so Steve's voice cuts through the fog of his own desire as effectively as a knife through hot butter.
He's got three fingers knuckle deep inside Steve at that moment, carefully stretching and feeling about to see just what felt good. He doesn't know his body well enough yet, but one day he'll know exactly where to press to find his prostate or any other area that feels good and he'll be able to play Steve like a goddamn violin.
But he pulls his fingers clear with that word, concern furrowing his brow.]
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He's got three fingers knuckle deep inside Steve at that moment, carefully stretching and feeling about to see just what felt good. He doesn't know his body well enough yet, but one day he'll know exactly where to press to find his prostate or any other area that feels good and he'll be able to play Steve like a goddamn violin.
But he pulls his fingers clear with that word, concern furrowing his brow.]
What?
[Did he hurt him?]