[Bucky's caught off guard by Zevran's confidence, his absolute resolve that he knows what Bucky wants and exactly how to give it to him. Bucky doesn't know. He has no real experience. He's blind and following Zevran without anything to lead him towards what he's supposed to do. It's that implicit trust he feels, that gathers up and helps him to lift his hands to rest on Zevran's shoulders.
He's backed up quickly, pressed to the wall, and there is a warm mouth against his own, fingers slipping underneath his shirt.]
I, um, bad. [Mumbling the words out seem easiest, and all he can manage at first. He clears his throat and tries again.] I've never wanted anything more.
[Eyes open and wide, he rolls his hips forward and into Zevran's, slips a hand down to Zevran's ass, cups and squeezes.]
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He's backed up quickly, pressed to the wall, and there is a warm mouth against his own, fingers slipping underneath his shirt.]
I, um, bad. [Mumbling the words out seem easiest, and all he can manage at first. He clears his throat and tries again.] I've never wanted anything more.
[Eyes open and wide, he rolls his hips forward and into Zevran's, slips a hand down to Zevran's ass, cups and squeezes.]