[Feeling Bucky's passion does things to Steve. He can't think clear with Bucky's lips on his, with Bucky's hands on his skin, nor does he even care to. He's completely forgotten the dog is there, stroking instead down Bucky's chest and the hard planes of muscle.]
I'm not too sore, but, um... [Okay, maybe there's a little lingering brain activity there, enough to make his ears turn pink and make it very hard to look Bucky in the eye as he struggles to get the request out.]
That... that thing you did with your tongue, could you... do it again?
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I'm not too sore, but, um... [Okay, maybe there's a little lingering brain activity there, enough to make his ears turn pink and make it very hard to look Bucky in the eye as he struggles to get the request out.]
That... that thing you did with your tongue, could you... do it again?