[Damn, Steve is flexible, much more so than Bucky. He's supple and strong, but he's always been more of a boxer than a gymnast, stealthy than dexterous, so he's impressed at the positions Steve can contort himself into while still seemingly enjoying himself.
He doesn't think he'll last long either, but he doesn't care. He has months and hopefully years to work on his stamina again, he has all that time to map out Steve's body until he knows it better than his own. He wants to reach between them and stroke Steve's neglected erection but he can't because he needs his arm to brace his weight on, so he does what he can to make sure his stomach provides friction with each thrust.
He starts off slow, but it's not long before he's going as fast as he can, driven wild by Steve and no longer able to think coherently, until-- until-- He gives a broken sort of cry and shudders all over, climaxing harder than he thinks he's ever done.]
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He doesn't think he'll last long either, but he doesn't care. He has months and hopefully years to work on his stamina again, he has all that time to map out Steve's body until he knows it better than his own. He wants to reach between them and stroke Steve's neglected erection but he can't because he needs his arm to brace his weight on, so he does what he can to make sure his stomach provides friction with each thrust.
He starts off slow, but it's not long before he's going as fast as he can, driven wild by Steve and no longer able to think coherently, until-- until-- He gives a broken sort of cry and shudders all over, climaxing harder than he thinks he's ever done.]