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ohnofeelings2013-06-15 02:58 am
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Something To Tide You Over
Creepshow was still playing in the background. Bucky didn't have to look to know what was going on. He had seen it enough times on late night television. He had slipped off the couch when he caught Steve giving him looks. Quick fingers worked the other man's pants open and glanced up just long enough to see if he was looking at him, or the tv.
"Eyes on the show, Steve."
His tongue brushed the tip as soon as he stopped talking.
"Eyes on the show, Steve."
His tongue brushed the tip as soon as he stopped talking.

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He didn't want to watch the movie, not when something a lot more interesting was going on right in front of him. He did as Bucky told him to, though, letting out a breathy sigh as he returned his gaze to the television. He'd say this was the weirdest thing to be watching while things were happening, but really. That wasn't true.
After a moment, he reached down, running his fingers through Bucky's hair.
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He trailed his tongue up along the underside of Steve's cock, slow and teasing, flicking the tip when he reached the head. He had never had much practice with blowjobs, but the concepts seemed easy enough. It tended to be too tempting most of the time. Wouldn't be good for him to accidentally decide to bite.
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Not that he ever minded.
And he definitely didn't mind this. He swallowed thickly and spread his legs more to allow Bucky more access. He tugged a little on his Bucky's hair, eyes closing so he could focus entirely on the sensations.
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He slumped back against the couch and he really needed to do more with his hands, but he was too distracted focused on feeling to do more than drop his hand to cup the side of his cheek.
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By the time he pulled his mouth away from Steve's thigh he wasn't even thinking about the movie in the background anymore. It had lost importance a while ago. He moved up to kiss Steve, one knee on the couch and his free hand on the back of it. His other hand was still a bit busy. Distractedly, Bucky ran his tongue over Steve's lips with a low, pleased groan, half drunk on the other vampire's blood.
Why did he ever resist?
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Steve leaned into the kiss immediately, lips parting and tongue brushing against the other vampire's. It really didn't matter that this was blood his- honestly that was a loose definition at best, all things considered- what mattered was that it was blood, and even with the taste being faint, it was delectable.
He shifted his hips into Bucky's hand while working on undoing his pants as well. As soon as they're unzipped, he slipped his hand beneath the fabric.
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Steve was intoxicating, and the blood from his veins was still just as much so as it had been to Bucky before Steve had been turned. He couldn't get enough of him.