[the air feels cool and prickling as bucky shifts upright. it will be worth the temporary absence to be pressed properly together. in a small way, it's worth it to have a moment of dazedly watching the man strip, shedding fabric to unveil the fascinating reality beneath--flesh and metal, muscled and soft, smooth and scarred.
beautiful, loki's mind seems to whisper to itself. beautiful in so many ways to the standards of society (and he's fairly certain bucky would more than meet many of the aesthetic conceits of asgard as well as midgard), but so much more beautiful for the fractures.
they survive. they endure. here, now, they'll do all of that together.
the words that bubble through the soft pants and moans are garbled--and, perhaps, too ancient for the allspeak to translate properly. loki's spine arches, trembling fingers pawing at the man's legs for purchase to drag bucky down again.]
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beautiful, loki's mind seems to whisper to itself. beautiful in so many ways to the standards of society (and he's fairly certain bucky would more than meet many of the aesthetic conceits of asgard as well as midgard), but so much more beautiful for the fractures.
they survive. they endure. here, now, they'll do all of that together.
the words that bubble through the soft pants and moans are garbled--and, perhaps, too ancient for the allspeak to translate properly. loki's spine arches, trembling fingers pawing at the man's legs for purchase to drag bucky down again.]