( is his dizzied word, the echo into that darkened room. there's a break in the noise from the street, so for a moment the only sound is the deliciously filthy noise of them fucking, and the creak of the bed, the contemplative pinging of the pipes in the wall behind them, the building settling around them. bucky's hungry for movement, to be able to engage, to do something, so he pulls up his legs and plants his feet enough to get purchase on the mattress, to start thrusting upwards and meeting her on each downward plunge. he can't move all that much so it's a small addition, just enough movement to go a little deeper. for their bodies meeting to crash together with a little more force.
bucky's head tips backward against the wall. even in the gloom she can see his eyes half-lidded in pleasure, mouth still parted as he breathes, chest steadily rising and falling beneath the glint of the dog tags. hanging on, working through those crests and valleys of pleasure as she rolls her hips into him. )
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( is his dizzied word, the echo into that darkened room. there's a break in the noise from the street, so for a moment the only sound is the deliciously filthy noise of them fucking, and the creak of the bed, the contemplative pinging of the pipes in the wall behind them, the building settling around them. bucky's hungry for movement, to be able to engage, to do something, so he pulls up his legs and plants his feet enough to get purchase on the mattress, to start thrusting upwards and meeting her on each downward plunge. he can't move all that much so it's a small addition, just enough movement to go a little deeper. for their bodies meeting to crash together with a little more force.
bucky's head tips backward against the wall. even in the gloom she can see his eyes half-lidded in pleasure, mouth still parted as he breathes, chest steadily rising and falling beneath the glint of the dog tags. hanging on, working through those crests and valleys of pleasure as she rolls her hips into him. )