[The last two years, Bucky's pretty much assumed that he'd never get to feel this kind of normalcy again. Sweet kisses, stolen moments, the warmth of another body up against his own. Even the thrill of meeting someone for the first time and then letting them kiss him breathless in the next. It was all something he'd thought was a thing of the past, something from a time when he'd been normal. Maybe he's not so far gone as he thought.
Bucky knows he'll end this too soon, but out of the threat of danger that's lurking about rather than truly wanting Mettaton to stop. He wonders if he'll want to see Bucky again, stop by sometime and pick up where they'd left off. Soon, but not yet.
His tongue traces the seam of Mettaton's lips before pressing in, licking softly into his mouth. Bucky shifts his feet, angling their bodies and moving until Mettaton's back hits the wall behind him. He brackets him in, his hand pressed to the wall beside Mettaton's head.]
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Bucky knows he'll end this too soon, but out of the threat of danger that's lurking about rather than truly wanting Mettaton to stop. He wonders if he'll want to see Bucky again, stop by sometime and pick up where they'd left off. Soon, but not yet.
His tongue traces the seam of Mettaton's lips before pressing in, licking softly into his mouth. Bucky shifts his feet, angling their bodies and moving until Mettaton's back hits the wall behind him. He brackets him in, his hand pressed to the wall beside Mettaton's head.]