( karen swivels her hips and grinds down against him, and just that barest hint of pressure and weight accidentally trips loose a strangled grunt from him. more, he thinks, but karen has the situation entirely under her control. his mouth feels dry; he swallows again, licks his lips. she's effortlessly turned the tables and he's unprepared for how hearing his own words volleyed back at him zigzags another ache of need to his groin. bucky's eyes dart down, glancing at the ridge of his erection in those boxers, the sight of her knees pressed into the mattress on other side of him.
her free hand catches at his chin, drags his gaze back to hers, and she waits him out until he finds his words again. )
I want—
( bucky hesitates. he hasn't wanted in so very, very long. he had been a machine; a weapon, aimed by hands that weren't his own. always fighting someone else's battles, living a half-life under someone else's thumb. it's such a simple question in this context and yet he finds himself at a temporary loss to answer it: what does he want?
but it's a simple question, sergeant barnes, and in the end, he does have an answer, although his voice is almost hoarse when he admits it: )
I want to feel you around me. Again. I want to see you ride me.
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her free hand catches at his chin, drags his gaze back to hers, and she waits him out until he finds his words again. )
I want—
( bucky hesitates. he hasn't wanted in so very, very long. he had been a machine; a weapon, aimed by hands that weren't his own. always fighting someone else's battles, living a half-life under someone else's thumb. it's such a simple question in this context and yet he finds himself at a temporary loss to answer it: what does he want?
but it's a simple question, sergeant barnes, and in the end, he does have an answer, although his voice is almost hoarse when he admits it: )
I want to feel you around me. Again. I want to see you ride me.