[ this time his sharp intake of breath elevates to more of a gasp, almost a moan. who has time for thoughts — sad or otherwise — when bucky's mouth is on his skin like that and he knows it's going to bruise, but the idea of it is kind of exciting? ]
Oh shit, have you ever turned socks with patterns on them inside out? Those shits are crazy. They've got nightmare fuel back there. You've got Hello Kitty on one side and fuckin'... Cthulhu underneath it.
[ which isn't necessarily him agreeing that he himself is a beautiful pattern, but it's progress. just like the tension draining out of his back as bucky continues massaging it. (every time he does, it reminds him of how tense and knotted it had been before. almost like a microcosm of the events that just unfolded.) ]
( bucky's too busy sucking against alex's skin to answer, but he does offer a playful hum as he eventually draws off with a faint pop, panting faintly for breath. )
You tellin' me you went for the Hello Kitty hiding Cthulhu instead of the Cthulhu hiding Hello Kitty?
( he chuckles faintly, leaning in to nudge at the reddened skin with his nose. )
[ he snorts a laugh. this man is such a nerd and so charming and giving him a hickey and it makes his heart so full 😭 ]
I love you, dude. James. [ and because some of us have a unique and incredible talent to stay horny through the pain — especially when the other half of "us" is dedicated to necking him — ]
Alexander— ( the response is instinctive, just from the way alex says his name. he then presses even closer, as if they aren't already so thoroughly pressed up against each other. his mind craves more, and it's the only action it thinks to take, in the moment.
luckily, alex chooses to prod further, regardless of his lack of finishing sentences. )
Fuckin' sick. [ <- the real mr. darcy over here, apparently. alex peels away from bucky — barely and as briefly as possible — to grab the lube container that fell to the floor during his emotional upheaval. literally he takes .05 seconds before returning to being stuck on bucky like a magnet. ]
Aw, you spruced shit up because you knew I was coming.
[ alex starts to step towards the bed, but it's really more of a half-step... and that's it. it's still a kind of upside down feeling to question if he should be leading. even though his instinct is to walk in and go "hi, i'm here, this is now my home and my world and you're just living in it," a combo of being in a new place and overwhelming soft feelings make him take a little pause.
that said, it's hard to deny that he's currently turned on by the idea of getting to be a (bossy) pillow queen and get railed to sleep after his escape from connecticut and meltdown that wouldn't end. ]
Well, seemed better than letting you wonder if I never do the laundry.
( bucky senses the hesitance and understands immediately. alex has never been to the apartment before, so it's normal to also feel unfamiliar, even without being a guest. reaching for alex's hand, bucky takes his own full step back, giving alex a reassuring smile as he tugs gently to lead on.
it's okay, he wants to say but refrains, expecting it'd take them both out of the moment too much. )
[ handholding seems like such a small intimacy comparatively, especially when it's just to lead him around the apartment, but that's what makes the warm feeling blossom in alex's chest. the feeling that just sort of settles in around bucky and doesn't stop, something softly frenetic. like glitter and pop rocks, maybe.
not saying it's okay is the right move — he'd probably cry again and he's trying to stop sounding sniffly, damn. ]
Dude, I would never wonder that. In my head you've got like three outfits that you instantly wash after wearing. Not in a bad way, just... y'know, you're kinda tidy and minimalist and shit.
I have more than three. ( it sounds a little defensive, especially with bucky's step faltering a fraction, but probably because it's close to the truth. ) It's just practical. I'm not exactly swimming in wealth. I gotta save up for the expensive gear somehow.
( excuses, excuses. with how empty the place is, one might wonder where all that supposed expensive gear is. )
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Oh shit, have you ever turned socks with patterns on them inside out? Those shits are crazy. They've got nightmare fuel back there. You've got Hello Kitty on one side and fuckin'... Cthulhu underneath it.
[ which isn't necessarily him agreeing that he himself is a beautiful pattern, but it's progress. just like the tension draining out of his back as bucky continues massaging it. (every time he does, it reminds him of how tense and knotted it had been before. almost like a microcosm of the events that just unfolded.) ]
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You tellin' me you went for the Hello Kitty hiding Cthulhu instead of the Cthulhu hiding Hello Kitty?
( he chuckles faintly, leaning in to nudge at the reddened skin with his nose. )
Cute. You're cute, Alexander. I adore you.
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[ he snorts a laugh. this man is such a nerd and so charming and giving him a hickey and it makes his heart so full 😭 ]
I love you, dude. James. [ and because some of us have a unique and incredible talent to stay horny through the pain — especially when the other half of "us" is dedicated to necking him — ]
Hey, did you still want...
[ finish the sentence? no, why would he. ]
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luckily, alex chooses to prod further, regardless of his lack of finishing sentences. )
Yes. Yes. I do. I want you. I missed you.
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Your bed, right?
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Yeah. The one I don't usually use. I changed the sheets. ( that somehow feels like an important detail. )
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[ alex starts to step towards the bed, but it's really more of a half-step... and that's it. it's still a kind of upside down feeling to question if he should be leading. even though his instinct is to walk in and go "hi, i'm here, this is now my home and my world and you're just living in it," a combo of being in a new place and overwhelming soft feelings make him take a little pause.
that said, it's hard to deny that he's currently turned on by the idea of getting to be a (bossy) pillow queen and get railed to sleep after his escape from connecticut and meltdown that wouldn't end. ]
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( bucky senses the hesitance and understands immediately. alex has never been to the apartment before, so it's normal to also feel unfamiliar, even without being a guest. reaching for alex's hand, bucky takes his own full step back, giving alex a reassuring smile as he tugs gently to lead on.
it's okay, he wants to say but refrains, expecting it'd take them both out of the moment too much. )
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not saying it's okay is the right move — he'd probably cry again and he's trying to stop sounding sniffly, damn. ]
Dude, I would never wonder that. In my head you've got like three outfits that you instantly wash after wearing. Not in a bad way, just... y'know, you're kinda tidy and minimalist and shit.
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( excuses, excuses. with how empty the place is, one might wonder where all that supposed expensive gear is. )