[ With no preamble, Bucky starts tugging Steve's jeans open, shucking them down and off his hips as quickly as he can. He taps Steve on the inside of his knee, prompting him to step out of the pants, briefs, and any footwear still on. He removes the clothing with an odd sort of delicacy, despite his urgency, caring for Steve even with calloused fingers.
It's a weird impulse, to be so firm and frantic, and yet solid and reassuring. But there's something about the way Steve seems to be half a step behind things mentally, instead of miles ahead of everyone. Bucky can't recall having seen him look like this...but then again, his memory's shot half to hell. He looks up, leans back in the chair. ]
Step in, spread your legs.
[ Bucky gestures Steve to straddle the chair much like he did earlier, and starts fishing for the lubricant. Steve's shirt isn't coming off unless he tears it off, but that's not a concern at the moment. ]
[Steve lets out a sigh of relief as the jeans and underwear finally come off and free his erection. Straddling Bucky's lap, he licks his lips nervously, jarred out of his near fugue for a moment. This is new for him, and he's not precisely sure how to do it. He understands the mechanics, but- what if he does something wrong? It's not like he'd been able to watch Bucky earlier, after all.
But, then again, he's willing to bet it had been pretty damn new for Bucky earlier, too. So maybe he won't mind if he's clumsy and inexperienced, but Steve just wants to give him the best that he can.]
[ Bucky applies some lube to his metal fingers and begins circling Steve's hole with it, gently probing. His cock is right there, at eye level, so Bucky wraps his flesh fingers around it and lightly pulls. ]
Don't clench. Relax.
[ Then he's pressing in one finger, two, the metal cool and slick as he slides past the tight ring of muscle. Bucky leans slightly in, giving his wrist a better angle, and continues gentle strokes. ]
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boxers? briefs? boxerbriefs?
It's a weird impulse, to be so firm and frantic, and yet solid and reassuring. But there's something about the way Steve seems to be half a step behind things mentally, instead of miles ahead of everyone. Bucky can't recall having seen him look like this...but then again, his memory's shot half to hell. He looks up, leans back in the chair. ]
Step in, spread your legs.
[ Bucky gestures Steve to straddle the chair much like he did earlier, and starts fishing for the lubricant. Steve's shirt isn't coming off unless he tears it off, but that's not a concern at the moment. ]
YES
But, then again, he's willing to bet it had been pretty damn new for Bucky earlier, too. So maybe he won't mind if he's clumsy and inexperienced, but Steve just wants to give him the best that he can.]
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Don't clench. Relax.
[ Then he's pressing in one finger, two, the metal cool and slick as he slides past the tight ring of muscle. Bucky leans slightly in, giving his wrist a better angle, and continues gentle strokes. ]