[ bucky kisses him like it will be the last thing he does, that they do —affectionate and a little desperate and impossibly warm, unmistakeable in the outpour of emotion. thomas' heart catches almost painfully in his chest, his body swaying even closer toward bucky's.
thomas thought that he'd be ready for the end of the world, that his concern wasn't with dying but with staying alive when everyone else is dead. that is still true, to some extent —but bucky kisses him like that and it feels suddenly and utterly impossible not to want to go on, not to want more of this, not to want the plan to work. ]
Do that again. [ his voice comes out hoarse. ] Please.
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thomas thought that he'd be ready for the end of the world, that his concern wasn't with dying but with staying alive when everyone else is dead. that is still true, to some extent —but bucky kisses him like that and it feels suddenly and utterly impossible not to want to go on, not to want more of this, not to want the plan to work. ]
Do that again. [ his voice comes out hoarse. ] Please.