A soft, raspy moan escaped Steve as he felt Bucky press back into his touch and hands smoothing up his back along the spin. Time always seemed to be both faster and slower at the same time whenever he and Bucky started indulging themselves in this form of intimacy. Slower, because there were times it was as if he was floating in a sea of warmth and sensation and time lost all meaning. Faster, because inevitably when they did finish Steve would look up to find that more time had passed than he thought. And he couldn't help feel a flash of annoyance as well when the door chime interrupted them just when he wanted to draw out their pleasurable activity for a while longer, jolting him unpleasantly out of the warm glow of sensations.
Seeing the almost-pout on Bucky's face at being asked to get the door, Steve couldn't help but give Bucky another quick peck on the lips as if to make up for having to do it in the first place. He could feel Bucky's eyes on him as he hurriedly took out a long-sleeved t-shirt and pants, dropping the towel entirely until Bucky finally disappeared from view. He would have gotten the door himself but as discrete the hotel staff have been so far (with one exception, a bell-boy who wanted his autograph), answering the door damp with nothing but a towel on was just asking for trouble.
He stepped back out into the main area of the suite just as the last of the waitstaff cleared out with the dirty plates from last night and smelled the air appreciatively. Eggs, bacon, French Toast and coffee were laid out for them on the coffee table. "Let's eat? Then we can pack and clean up and be on our way. The hotel staff says they'll have a rental waiting for us whenever we're ready to go."
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Date: 2015-04-25 04:42 pm (UTC)Seeing the almost-pout on Bucky's face at being asked to get the door, Steve couldn't help but give Bucky another quick peck on the lips as if to make up for having to do it in the first place. He could feel Bucky's eyes on him as he hurriedly took out a long-sleeved t-shirt and pants, dropping the towel entirely until Bucky finally disappeared from view. He would have gotten the door himself but as discrete the hotel staff have been so far (with one exception, a bell-boy who wanted his autograph), answering the door damp with nothing but a towel on was just asking for trouble.
He stepped back out into the main area of the suite just as the last of the waitstaff cleared out with the dirty plates from last night and smelled the air appreciatively. Eggs, bacon, French Toast and coffee were laid out for them on the coffee table. "Let's eat? Then we can pack and clean up and be on our way. The hotel staff says they'll have a rental waiting for us whenever we're ready to go."