Of course I want you to think of me, James... what a silly question.
[He pants, jaw tightening as he listens to Bucky's words. The thought of the other man thinking of him when he's not around, remembering him -- it's selfishly satisfying. He slides his hands up the other's chest, fingers brushing the tags hanging around his neck, curling his fingers around them.
He can already feel his own release building up, pleasure lighting up his nerves, muscles tensing. He can't stop a pleased groan as he snaps his hips forward, harder, faster. Those words spilling from Bucky's lips aren't helping at all.]
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[He pants, jaw tightening as he listens to Bucky's words. The thought of the other man thinking of him when he's not around, remembering him -- it's selfishly satisfying. He slides his hands up the other's chest, fingers brushing the tags hanging around his neck, curling his fingers around them.
He can already feel his own release building up, pleasure lighting up his nerves, muscles tensing. He can't stop a pleased groan as he snaps his hips forward, harder, faster. Those words spilling from Bucky's lips aren't helping at all.]
Don't hold back. Let go.