Yeah yeah, Buck. I'm more interested in your fat veteran penis than the fat veteran pension. Happy?
[ He makes a face somewhere between a grimace at how happy he is to join the vulgarity to hide softer emotions. They say I love you by discussing just how hard and long Bucky can fuck Sam, and how much Sam loves it. That's just how they roll.
Sam hesitates for a moment, doesn't pull away to offer the other leg just yet. ]
You're lucky I'm really into bad ideas.
[ Meaning Bucky. Perhaps also meaning...
Sam reaches out, catches Bucky's hand before he can pull it away fully. Guides it back to his leg. To the edge of the stocking, until he feels fingertips at the top edge of the silky fabric. Just looks down at Bucky's pale hand on his dark skin, the stockings adding a level of dizzying, unspoken potential that Sam can't pinpoint yet. Feels a bit like freefall, and when has he ever shied away from that? ]
You ain't laughing at this yet.
[ Just a careful observation, that as he lets go for Bucky's hand again. Leaves him to decide if he wants to run his hand over Sam's leg again. ]
[What part was supposed to be funny? He's having a little trouble remembering what the joke was here, exactly.
He knew Sam's face when he saw the lingerie was part of it, and that had been funny. The challenge. After that, it was all a game of chicken, pushing each other, seeing when the other would turn.
We'd pull away first.
Just they were both too stupid for that, to know when to swerve...
And Sam looked damn good. Bucky smoothed his fingers over the lace again.]
Because neither of them is laughing. There's just this nervous but not entirely unpleasant energy between them. Like they're both waiting for the other to flinch first. Like they both aren't sure whether they want the other to flinch at all.
Sam's mouth feels dry. ]
Yeah. I mean, wouldn't wanna half-ass it.
[ And perhaps he shivers a little when Bucky smoothes his fingers over the lace again. Perhaps he doesn't hide it so well. There's something about the way this feels on his skin. Something about the way Bucky's touching him right now.
There's something here he's not sure how to put his finger on. ]
[Bucky licks his lips as he reaches for the belt—the last bit. Then he frowns a little, taking in the image—not just taking, but drinking, really letting it sink into his brain.
Should Sam look so good in these?]
Should have got you a pair of heels too.
[He mutters the words, not quite making the comment stick like be wants to.
He loops the belt around Sam's waist, narrow in relation to his shoulders and chest, and above the curve of the other man's ass. Careful as he manipulates the flimsy material, closing the tiny hook-and-eye closures one at a time.]
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[ He makes a face somewhere between a grimace at how happy he is to join the vulgarity to hide softer emotions. They say I love you by discussing just how hard and long Bucky can fuck Sam, and how much Sam loves it. That's just how they roll.
Sam hesitates for a moment, doesn't pull away to offer the other leg just yet. ]
You're lucky I'm really into bad ideas.
[ Meaning Bucky. Perhaps also meaning...
Sam reaches out, catches Bucky's hand before he can pull it away fully. Guides it back to his leg. To the edge of the stocking, until he feels fingertips at the top edge of the silky fabric. Just looks down at Bucky's pale hand on his dark skin, the stockings adding a level of dizzying, unspoken potential that Sam can't pinpoint yet. Feels a bit like freefall, and when has he ever shied away from that? ]
You ain't laughing at this yet.
[ Just a careful observation, that as he lets go for Bucky's hand again. Leaves him to decide if he wants to run his hand over Sam's leg again. ]
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[What part was supposed to be funny? He's having a little trouble remembering what the joke was here, exactly.
He knew Sam's face when he saw the lingerie was part of it, and that had been funny. The challenge. After that, it was all a game of chicken, pushing each other, seeing when the other would turn.
We'd pull away first.
Just they were both too stupid for that, to know when to swerve...
And Sam looked damn good. Bucky smoothed his fingers over the lace again.]
There's still the garters.
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Because neither of them is laughing. There's just this nervous but not entirely unpleasant energy between them. Like they're both waiting for the other to flinch first. Like they both aren't sure whether they want the other to flinch at all.
Sam's mouth feels dry. ]
Yeah. I mean, wouldn't wanna half-ass it.
[ And perhaps he shivers a little when Bucky smoothes his fingers over the lace again. Perhaps he doesn't hide it so well. There's something about the way this feels on his skin. Something about the way Bucky's touching him right now.
There's something here he's not sure how to put his finger on. ]
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Should Sam look so good in these?]
Should have got you a pair of heels too.
[He mutters the words, not quite making the comment stick like be wants to.
He loops the belt around Sam's waist, narrow in relation to his shoulders and chest, and above the curve of the other man's ass. Careful as he manipulates the flimsy material, closing the tiny hook-and-eye closures one at a time.]
Don't wiggle.