[He will never ever get tired of hearing his name called out like that, as if it were a prayer or something. Steve is beautiful when he climaxes, and the feel of him clamping around Bucky's own erection is what has him teetering on the very edge. It only takes another half a minute or so of desperate and erratic little thrusts to send him spiralling.
He almost feels like he whites out for a few seconds, because he loses the ability to think coherent thoughts until all of a sudden he's just slumped forwards with his head against Steve's shoulder, panting as if he's run a marathon.]
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He almost feels like he whites out for a few seconds, because he loses the ability to think coherent thoughts until all of a sudden he's just slumped forwards with his head against Steve's shoulder, panting as if he's run a marathon.]
Where've you been all my life? Jesus.