[There's something about hearing the sweet endearment Zevran picked him that holds him in the moment and clears the fog in his head. It replaces worries and doubts, fills up the gaps in his memory, and wraps him up in a blanket of feeling that the other man has for him.
Each time he says it Bucky's body shudders. His cock grows harder, but it's slow to respond even though he's never been more ready for something to happen between them. He'd be frustrated about it if those kisses and touches, the way he can feel Zevran's arousal against his own hip, didn't distract him so quickly from that.]
Медленный. По-медленнее.
[Not like the other time. Different. Sweet and soft. So that Bucky can keep up. So Bucky can show Zevran how he feels.]
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Each time he says it Bucky's body shudders. His cock grows harder, but it's slow to respond even though he's never been more ready for something to happen between them. He'd be frustrated about it if those kisses and touches, the way he can feel Zevran's arousal against his own hip, didn't distract him so quickly from that.]
Медленный. По-медленнее.
[Not like the other time. Different. Sweet and soft. So that Bucky can keep up. So Bucky can show Zevran how he feels.]