[ there is precious little bucky could do wrong right now in thomas' eyes. the hands on his hips are enough to have him close his eyes for a moment, another surge of want rushing through him. he thinks to say something, especially at bucky's admission that it's been a while, but he can't bring himself to. instead, he closes the last of the distance between them.
he has enough wherewithal still, enough control to keep it slow at first, to brush his lips against bucky's softly at first and then dive in for another kiss and another, all chaste enough in themselves but making his cock twitch and fill out further, satisfying some fraction of the need he feels yet only serving to stroke the fire higher -- and so he finds his lips lingering, the kiss deepening, turning into something more heated than he'd intended. ]
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he has enough wherewithal still, enough control to keep it slow at first, to brush his lips against bucky's softly at first and then dive in for another kiss and another, all chaste enough in themselves but making his cock twitch and fill out further, satisfying some fraction of the need he feels yet only serving to stroke the fire higher -- and so he finds his lips lingering, the kiss deepening, turning into something more heated than he'd intended. ]