Embarrassed
…rising higher and higher until - oh god - Desmond’s eyes squeezed shut, tears stinging them, even as his body shook, breath coming out in a strangled shudder. He was mortified.He’d….... pissed himself . Worse than that, he’d done it on Bucky’s lap .
The tense silence was broken by Bucky’s quiet ‘holy shit’ as he wiped his hands on a dry part of his pants. Desmond could feel his face tugging downward, a wave of fresh tears burning his eyes. He hid his face in the crook of Bucky’s neck.
Apparently, Bucky was having a much better time - he let out a breathy chuckle and wrapped his arms tight around Desmond’s waist, pulling him in close.
“We’re doing that again,” Bucky said, pressing kisses to Desmond’s shoulder. Desmond stirred, pushing back against Bucky’s shoulders to look him in the eye.
“Y…you’re not mad?” his voice came out strangled, body shaking as he inhaled. Bucky looked at him as if he were insane.
“ Mad? Why the hell would I be mad?” Bucky stared at Desmond a moment before grinning, “ ...Oh. You’ve never done that before, have you?”
Desmond yelped, feeling Bucky’s hands sliding up underneath his shirt, squeezing lightly just below his chest. Automatically he arched his back, pressing himself into him. He let out a strangled noise as Bucky slid his hands further up, giving the flesh there a firm squeeze. Bucky wrapped his arm around Desmond pulling him closer, burying his nose in his neck and taking a deep breath. Desmond shuddered when Bucky exhaled, hot breath fanning over his skin.
“Trust me, doll, it’s a very good thing,” Bucky slid his other hand down, giving Desmond’s ass a squeeze, speaking into his neck “And now that I know you can do it, I’m going to figure out how to do it on purpose. ”