[strange, to be this pressed and pawed and still need to be closer, but here they are. loki's cool fingers leave off their clinging to start tugging at clothing--bucky's, his own, it doesn't matter. what matters, between fevered presses of lips, is to find the certainty of skin on skin.
will they tilt over at some point in all the fumbling? perhaps. that doesn't matter either. this matters. showing matters.]
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will they tilt over at some point in all the fumbling? perhaps. that doesn't matter either. this matters. showing matters.]