[Steve is incredibly aware of every slight movement either of them makes, how their lips catch at each other, the way Bucky leans into him. The hand he had on Bucky's waist has somehow just slid around to enclose him, and the one that was on his shoulder likewise, and then Bucky's hand is on the back of his neck and any thought of stopping or breaking off is ended before it's formed.
One brush of their mouths, then another, another, each slow and deliberate. They aren't even pretending to dance now, just standing entwined, Bucky's leg forward a little between Steve's, their chests expanding against each other every time either breathes in. Another. Another.
--and then the music changes to some godforsaken thing Steve's never heard the likes of, and he has to break off and give the device still on the table an incredulous, annoyed look, as if it's ruined the moment on purpose. Which for all he knows, it might have. It'd be just like Shuri.
And then the hilarity of it all catches up to him and he bursts out laughing, looks at Bucky, laughs some more, still clinging to the other man and laughing until he almost can't breathe.]
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One brush of their mouths, then another, another, each slow and deliberate. They aren't even pretending to dance now, just standing entwined, Bucky's leg forward a little between Steve's, their chests expanding against each other every time either breathes in. Another. Another.
--and then the music changes to some godforsaken thing Steve's never heard the likes of, and he has to break off and give the device still on the table an incredulous, annoyed look, as if it's ruined the moment on purpose. Which for all he knows, it might have. It'd be just like Shuri.
And then the hilarity of it all catches up to him and he bursts out laughing, looks at Bucky, laughs some more, still clinging to the other man and laughing until he almost can't breathe.]