kingsman_thesecretservice

как медленно?

[He breaths between kisses. He knows he needs to slow down, he knows he needs to stop. But give him an inch, and he would take a mile. He's wanted Bucky for so long, he's missed this man so much, and with all the awful things that have happened to them....they deserve this.

He stops himself though, after one last kiss. His hips move back away from his. He still whines lightly, no liking that their bodies aren't together. Bucky is right though, they need to slow down.]

No.

[Panic overwhelms him, hot and bright, coursing through his body and making his chest tight, head swimming. He can't seem to communicate with Zevran the way he needs to and his fingers latch onto hip and shoulder, gripping.

His chin drops to his chest, and breathing is difficult. Bucky closes his eyes to keep the water out, and his lips tingle. He can feel their kisses even after they've stopped.]

не то, что медленно.

[He lightens his grip, hands shaky as he presses his palms to Zevran's shoulders to pull him close.]

Not like before. [He'll never forget the first time, but he needs this to be different.] Slow. Soft.

Lets go to bed.

[Where they can both relax, take their time, and spoil one another. He leans in as Bucky pulls him. His hands on his lion's face, his fingers combing through his mane. He tries to hold himself back, he doesn't want Bucky to be overwhelmed. He's just missed him so much...]

Возьми меня в постель.

Alright.

[He guides them both back under the water, quickly and efficiently getting them as clean as he can without actually putting time or effort into it. Bucky keeps Zevran close as he opens the door again, steam curling up out of the shower, and he reaches for a towel to run over them before leaning in to kiss Zevran again. He keeps the kiss soft, light, and they’re still too wet to get into bed but Bucky doesn’t care.

Their fingers twist together and Bucky guides Zevran down out of the bathroom and down the hall backwards towards the bed.]

[The kisses make his heart flutter lightly in his chest. He kisses back with just as much care. It's perfect, calming moments like this that he feels everything might be a dream. He doesn't deserve these sweet moments.]

I missed you.

[He says softly. He just wants to keep telling him that, hundreds of thousands of time to make up for the moments they lost and will never get back. Their fingers curl and tangle together as he pulls him closer for more kisses. The water drips from his body and down to the floor as they stand by the bed in each others arms.]

[Bucky wants to push away every bad thought, to kiss Zevran over and over until the memory of Hydra is so far from their minds that they can almost forget. He wants to spend the rest of his life making it up to him. He wants so much for the younger man that his head spins and his heart catches in his throat.

I missed you, too.

Softly spoken Russian curl around them both as Bucky pushes Zevran back on the bed, laying him out, eyes tracing every line and curve.

He stretches out over him, propped up on an elbow, picking up wet tendrils of golden hair and setting them back away from Zevran's forehead and eyes. He trails kisses down Zevran's throat, dips his tongue into the hollow and chases at the moisture gathered there.]

[Hearing him answer makes a shiver move down his spine. He's heard him speak in Russian many times before, but saying those words just felt different. He liked it. When Bucky moved him down onto the bed and lays him out he feel more vulnerable than he did before. Maybe because they are taking it slow now, and maybe because this isn't just a quick fuck. It's something deeper now.

He can't exactly say what it is he just knows that it isn't the same as before. He feels his heart beat a little faster the longer Bucky stares at him. He wants to say something, but he feels his throat go tight and he gets the feeling that anything that comes out of his mouth right now would just sound stupid. And then he feels hands on him, with lips and tongue and he moans. His own fingers gather at the back of Bucky's neck and pull through his wet hair as he kisses the top of his head.]

[Bucky can't remember ever taking the time to worship anyone's body. Sure, before he was the soldier he had been with more than his fair share of partners, and nobody by choice after. But never has he spent the time to show the other person just how much they mean to him. What they do to him. How they make him feel. It's how he knows this is different, what keeps him open and steady, and lets him trust himself to do this.

It's what allows him to settle his weight on top of Zevran, and balance carefully so that he can kiss his collarbones, take a nipple into his mouth and worship there, too. Bucky moans as he kisses him. The sound slipping out because the pleasure he's giving he can feel it as if it's his own.]

[Zevran's eyes shut as a moan shudders through him. The careful and loving touches are enough to cause his skin to rise in goosebumps as the now cool water still drips from his hair onto his back. His fingers spread across Bucky's back and smooth over his skin and scars. He wants to touch and kiss every last piece of his body. They have the time now, and he will make sure no one takes that from them again.]

Mi leon [He says quietly as his pulls his closer still. His hands move around his waist to his front. His fingers spread as they move up his chest. He catches Bucky's chin and tilts it upwards so he could kiss those lips he craved once more.]

[He's pulled closer again, and Bucky goes willingly, lips parting as they kiss. Only when he can feel his body beginning to respond does he move his mouth lower, trailing softly downward, tracing his tongue around Zevran's navel and nipping gently at his hipbone.

Bucky's hand spread out and down, nudging Zevran's thighs apart so he can lay between them.]

So beautiful. [His fingers glide along soft skin, mouth working lower and lower, but his tone holds a hint of possessiveness to it.] Mine.

[A soft moan left him as he felt Bucky's hand on his thigh. He head leans back against the pillows as his eyes close and his jaw slacks. His fingers glide through Bucky's hair and massage his scalp.

Bucky's name leaves through Zevran's lips as his free hand grips the sheets on the bed. His back arches and his body tenses as he feels teeth on his hips and kisses even further on his skin. They haven't done this before, but he likes where this is going.]

I'm yours. [He answers with a airy and breathless tone. His fingers curl in those dark locks and he gives a small tug.] All yours.

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