[ What she should be impressed by is his ability to not be constantly hard whenever he's around her. There's a lot of pent-up arousal and building frustration in him, and she's pretty much the sole cause for it at this point. ]
God, yes. Are you kidding? Absolutely.
[ He stops just shy of touching her between her legs, though, already feeling some of the heat and wetness gathered there. ]
[ Well, that's awfully flattering. She will probably never be particularly helpful with the whole controlling his urges thing because she happens to really like that he is pretty much always on the verge of being hard for her. ]
Oh, I want to.
[ She rolls up on top of him again, catching his wrists to pin them down to the mattress above his head as she slides her wet pussy along his shaft, rubbing her clit against it with a moan. ]
[ For what it's worth, she'll never hear him complain about it. He's perfectly happy to live with this particular kind of torture, as it is definitely the sweetest torture that's been visited upon him.
He's pretty easy to push around for a man his size, and when she pushes him onto his back and straddles him again he goes without any resistance, letting out a huffed laugh that turns into a gasp when she pins his wrists to the bed and grinds herself along his hard cock. His head rolls back, his eyes close, and his hips move, shifting on the bed so he slides his erection along her parted folds. ]
[ Oh, it would be only too easy to come like this, really, because the feeling of him sliding against her clit over and over is heavenly.
But she only takes herself close to the edge, gasping and shivering as she reaches down to line his cock up with her opening and eagerly shifting so that he slides into her. ]
[ The moment she lets go of his wrist so she can reach down between them, he lets his arm drop down so his hand clings to her hip, urging her down as she takes his cock into her. She might not let his arm stay free for long but honestly he doesn't mind that either, and right now he's focused on steadying himself most of all, when she feels so wonderfully tight, the pressure around him enough to nearly drive him mad with pleasure. ]
[ His heels dig into the bed, toes curling, and he lets out a soft whine. Her words only get a faint nod from him, while he tries his best to not let his control tumble down a cliff. He waits instead, lets her take the lead on this, so she can start moving whenever she feels ready.
It's not as if he'll ever feel truly ready himself, so... best to hand over the reins to her. She's the one sitting on top of him anyway. ]
[ She lets go of his other wrist to give him a bit more freedom to do whatever he needs to do to stay in control, putting her hands on his shoulders instead as she carefully starts to move. ]
Yeah, sounds about right. [ Unspoken subtext included. You don't spend years obsessed with the mythos of Howard Stark without hearing a thing or two. ] Probably hard to believe, but I think he forgot how to have fun at some point.
[ The picture she paints - one he's heard about more than once, read about, seen the occasional film reel of - is so far-removed from anything he remembers of his father that he almost wants to laugh. But it's not really funny. ]
[ Kobra hums into the kiss and lets his hand slide over Bucky's wet skin. The scars aren't anything surprising to him. He's got plenty of his own and anyway back in the Zones it's strange to not have a few marks on you. If anything, it's more familiar than the lack of scars that so many people on the Moira seem to have. ]
Tell me what you want me to do.
[ His breath is hot against Bucky's skin as he kisses Bucky's jaw. ]
[ Uhhhhh what does he want? Honestly, he didn't expect to get this far really. Even with the steaming water Bucky keeps shivering when Kobra gets close to his neck. A big part of him is screaming to shove the man off him before he gets a chance to snap his spine, but that would definitely defeat the purpose of doing it, right? Right. Hopefully.
There's a lot to remember and a lot to keep calm inside him, so faced with a question about his wants? Bucky's only got a lot of sputtering and unfinished sentences to give. ]
I dunno... [ Bucky grabs the back of his friend's thighs and pulls him closer, or tries to anyway. That slick skin brings his fingers up to the crease of his ass. ] This works. Just keep touchin' me or somethin'.
[ If Nihlus notices the blatant contradiction of Wash's words and his current rate of alcohol intake, the Turian has the tact not to comment on it. There's a quiet sympathy in his eyes though and the smile he offers the man is small and tentative. ]
You can't be prepared if you don't take a break and rest now and again either.
[ And now it's his turn to be blatantly hypocritical. If there was one thing Nihlus was good at though, it was hypocrisy for someone else's sake. Besides, Wash didn't know enough about his workaholic tendencies to say otherwise and he's going to take advantage of that for the occasion.
His expression turns pensive outwardly, watching his current companion down the rest of his drink. ]
What you say we grab ourselves a bottle each and go for a bit of a walk? Scout the place out in case trouble does come up.
[ His hips shift minutely to meet the motions of her body, though he works towards keeping the pace slow for now, while the burning pleasure he feels with each thrust makes him nearly go blind. His hands cling to her sides, fingers curling a little too hard, digging into the flesh before he catches himself and eases up a little. ]
Good... That's good. [ Just to let her know (and himself too) that this is fine, that this rhythm is working, that he hasn't lost himself yet. ]
[ She nods, keeping that slow, steady pace up as she feels sweat starting to break out on her skin from the tension in having to keep herself so tightly controlled. ]
[ He'd love to tell her to go faster, in fact it's driving him mad that they're keeping a pace this slow, but he's still too scared of what might happen, too scared of watching it all slip from his grasp in a very catastrophic way. It's not as if she's not getting him there anyway, just... a whole lot slower. ]
So do you. [ One of his hands slides up her front, cupping a breast and squeezing it, fingers playing with her nipple while his hips lift off the bed a little more and he pushes himself deeper into her with each thrust. ]
[ Maybe he shouldn't sound that eager for her to speed things up, but he's driving himself mad here. He wants her to ride him hard, wants to drown in the pleasure only she can give him, wants to relinquish control and hand over the reins to her wholly.
He doesn't even want to think about being in control. ]
[Howard Stark, forgetting to have fun? Yeah, that's pretty unbelievable. Sometimes fun was all he ever seemed to have.]
I know he wasn't the same after the war, but none of us were. [Losing Steve was one of the hardest parts, but there was plenty more traumatic events in those days. She's seen Howard hardened and at his lowest, and while it would have to be a lot to make him lose his sense of fun, the more she thinks about it, the more it may not be so unbelievable after all.] I won't pretend to know what happened, because he's still very flamboyant as I know him, but I can see how he might have hardened over the years.
[Which is a shame. She hates to think of Howard changing that significantly.]
[ That plea is all she really needs to hear to let go of her restraint, her pace changing to a relentlessly pounding rhythm as she grinds her clit hard against his pelvis on every downstroke, pushing him as deep inside herself as she possibly can. ]
[ Well, he wasn't exactly expecting her to pick up pace that fast, so when she does, he lets out a loud moan, his whole body tensing and arching upwards so he's thrusting into her too. A hand clings to her hip, while the other fists the sheets, fingers digging hard enough into the fabric that his knuckles nearly turn white. ]
[ Bucky's touch has Kobra's breath hitching. He doesn't care how many times he's done this with different people, because it never gets old. It's the most human thing to connect to people, to fucking care for them, even if it's only for a little while. ]
I can do that.
[ He bites Bucky's ear and lets his own hand wander over Bucky's hipbone. ]
[ It's not said out of bitterness, exactly, because he doesn't think he could muster a single bitter feeling towards Peggy Carter if he tried. It's just a cold, hard, nasty fact. Peggy knew Howard Stark as a person the way his own son never really did.
He'd really rather not dwell too long on that. ]
Y'know, you used to come around every now and then, when I was younger. Whenever you were in the country, I guess. My mother had me calling you 'Aunt Peggy.'
[ Talking to someone about their future probably isn't good form, but he figures he ought to assuage any concerns she might have about where she would eventually stand in her best friend's life. Especially following a 'by the way, he turned into a giant hardass' reveal. ]
"Your comedy, o'course." Sans explains, not missing a beat. "Or whatever else you've got packed away in there. I think you've got real star quality, kid."
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