Something To Tide You Over

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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.

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Steve was considerate enough to not intentionally buck his hips up into the other man's mouth. What he did do was shift downwards in a manner that allowed him more contact with Bucky's hand. As Bucky continued, Steve bit his own lip hard enough to draw blood, hands still occupied with Bucky's neck and hair.

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Oh that was a bad move Steve. The smell of blood flooded his senses and he was tempted, so very tempted, to bite. Bucky pulled his head back, tracing his tongue over the tip briefly before nuzzling at Steve's thigh, fangs sinking into the skin there with a low growl. He sucked at the warm blood flowing into his mouth, his hand moving in slow strokes where his mouth left off.

[neverdanced]

It might've been a bad mood, but considering the outcome, Steve didn't mind. Although breathing wasn't necessary, he inhaled sharply as Bucky bit his thigh. The brief moment of pain was worth it; honestly he had as much of a thing for Bucky biting him as the other way around, so there really weren't any complaints from him.

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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Bucky drank deep, savoring the taste of Steve's blood and slowing the movement of his hand. Long, slow drags up and down the length of his dick, his thumb dragging skin up and down with his movements.

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?

[neverdanced]

Movie, what movie?

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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Bucky growled against Steve's lips when his hand slipped into Bucky's pants. He rolled his hips forward, slipping his tongue past the younger vampire's lips and taking more of the kiss, his tongue brushing against Steve's and his hips rolling into his hand.

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.