His heart couldn't help but to fall for the sight in front of his sparkling eyes just a little more. Heart pumping just a little more blood through his system. Making his chest ache in a good way just a little more. Making the butterflies in his stomach fight against each other just a little more. A little more. He needed a little more than just this look. So devilishly dark but incredibly soft. So welcoming, so inviting to get lost in it. Such a good reason for those butterflies to freak out. He needed a little more than this sight he wished he could capture on a piece of paper with chalk and pens, with his own fingers, getting them all black and dirty like he wanted things to be deep down. Skin too smooth to sketch, smile too warm to catch, gaze too tempting to resist. So impossible yet so real. And Steve was curious about it all. This feeling, like thousands of ladybugs running across his pale skin, like lightning striking his heart.
He was curious. So damn curious about what was happening as strong arms got closer, forcing the young artist to drop his sketchbook and pens with a soft thud, muscular body crawling over his own tiny frame so seductively, so innocently because the older one could barely hold back his own curiosity about the delicate body underneath him. Closer and closer just a little more, just a little closer...Bucky stopped, noticing very well that the sketchbook showed his own face. Just a quick sketch and yet it seemed so perfect to him. Anything Steve created with his own small, thin hands was just pure to him. Still, Steve pressed his curved backbone into the stonecold floor as Bucky came closer, hands on either side of his head, supporting his own weight. Even just staying like this, the smaller one felt like he could pass out any moment, just feeling Bucky's comforting breath on his skin, sending all sorts of messed up signals to his brain which didn't make any sense at all. His breath felt hot, sweet, thick, loving and seductive.
It didn't make any sense and Steve loved it. He loved how close Bucky's face was to his own, blushing one, he loved the tiny smile his lips offered to Steve, he loved how their legs touched and how one of those strong hands made his way underneath the back of his head before it could hit the floor. The smile grew bigger, the butterflies fought for their damn life.
"Careful...", Bucky whispered, his smile almost teasing the younger one at how hooked he seemed. It was the last word his brain was willing to process before those perfectly formed lips, so tender, careful but rough at the same time met his own, confused ones. Steve didn't move, didn't know what to do, how to kiss, how to react, how to breathe, what to look at. All he knew was that his mouth decided to whine into the kiss whole-heartedly as a way of expressing his overwhelming emotions. His thin lips were vibrating underneath a laugh escaping Bucky's lips at how much Steve had let himself go at the intimate gesture, how much his head had melted into Bucky's hand, at how he was barely able to keep his eyes open which almost looked feverish.
"Don't you pass out on me now..." Steve shook his head 'no' not feeling like his brain was up to human words right now. But there was this one thing he had to tell those seductive eyes a over him, this tender smile. Slowly, ever so slowly his lips twitched, opened, processing what he wanted, what he needed, God, he needed it.
"A-Again..." Once again Bucky's lips curled up into a way more teasing, big smile, admiring every inch of Steve's body underneath his. "Again, huh?" He got closer as the butterflies were banging against his stomach and soft, wet lips were meeting his own, careful ones, moving slowly, curiously.
A little more, just a little more of this affection embracing him just a little more...