( her wish, his command. harder, karen urges, and so bucky obliges. and ordinarily he would worry more about exactly that, about how breakable all this pale milky flesh of hers is, what he might shatter if he goes too fast too far too hard — except that his concentration is shot, run through with shrapnel, white-hot and everything vanishing except for that spot where their bodies meet, where his cock plunges into her, and so he forgets himself. so bucky splays a hand against the sofa beside her head to prop himself up, while her thumb catches at his mouth and he nips it, gently, a catch of teeth against her finger.
harder, and his rhythm speeds up further; slams into her harder, with the smack of skin against skin. there's a thin sheen of sweat across his chest, his back. it's not a difficult workout for him, but there is another kind of endurance, however, and his is frayed thin from long lonely years without— like a muscle he hasn't exercised in so long. bucky can feel that long skein of desire tightening and tightening inside him, building up startlingly fast and embarrassingly soon now that they've sped up.
no, he thinks, jaw set and trying to hang on, but it's a lost cause: she feels too good, blindingly dizzyingly so, and so sooner than he'd like, his thrusts start becoming even more erratic, juddering against her. his head ducks and his forehead presses into hers as he trembles, all those tendons standing in his arms, the flutter of inhaled breath in his chest as he groans her name: )
Karen—
( and bucky's coming with a shudder, his mind blazing into static, blissfully empty. the last times he's been scoured empty, it's because there was nothing of him left: a hollow shell of a skeleton, consciousness wiped clear. now, however, it's because he's limp and boneless and his body heavy over hers and utterly present instead — satisfied, numbed, and also: embarrassed. his ears are heated slightly in a blush as he looks down at her. )
Sorry. I— it's—
( This is not exactly something he'd intended on broaching tonight. Had hoped this wouldn't happen and it would never come up. He bites his lip. )
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harder, and his rhythm speeds up further; slams into her harder, with the smack of skin against skin. there's a thin sheen of sweat across his chest, his back. it's not a difficult workout for him, but there is another kind of endurance, however, and his is frayed thin from long lonely years without— like a muscle he hasn't exercised in so long. bucky can feel that long skein of desire tightening and tightening inside him, building up startlingly fast and embarrassingly soon now that they've sped up.
no, he thinks, jaw set and trying to hang on, but it's a lost cause: she feels too good, blindingly dizzyingly so, and so sooner than he'd like, his thrusts start becoming even more erratic, juddering against her. his head ducks and his forehead presses into hers as he trembles, all those tendons standing in his arms, the flutter of inhaled breath in his chest as he groans her name: )
Karen—
( and bucky's coming with a shudder, his mind blazing into static, blissfully empty. the last times he's been scoured empty, it's because there was nothing of him left: a hollow shell of a skeleton, consciousness wiped clear. now, however, it's because he's limp and boneless and his body heavy over hers and utterly present instead — satisfied, numbed, and also: embarrassed. his ears are heated slightly in a blush as he looks down at her. )
Sorry. I— it's—
( This is not exactly something he'd intended on broaching tonight. Had hoped this wouldn't happen and it would never come up. He bites his lip. )
It's... been a while.