Bucky tastes a little like blood, metallic, with a singe of heat and a bit of warmth. One hand is firm and quick and seeking; the other is hard and cold and purposeful. The metal hand is the one that lifts Loki up as he stands, while the other holds him to Bucky, against him, unwilling to let him go.
It'd be a wonder how well he multitasks to get down the hall while still having his run of his god's mouth, except that he's the best goddamn assassin in the world and it's a fucking hallway. The bedroom door opens easily enough to a measured kick.
Then there's a bed and both hands are now free to join forces to divest them both of clothing.
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Date: 2014-06-05 04:33 am (UTC)It'd be a wonder how well he multitasks to get down the hall while still having his run of his god's mouth, except that he's the best goddamn assassin in the world and it's a fucking hallway. The bedroom door opens easily enough to a measured kick.
Then there's a bed and both hands are now free to join forces to divest them both of clothing.