"This isn't about lust," Bucky promises. Does he love the Prince? Is he capable of loving anyone? A question for the ages. Not for the Prince however, not a this moment.
He doesn't want to drag the young man into his own miasma of despair in regards to whom he might live the rest of his life alongside.
Even if he wasn't the Prince.
This is a dangerous idea.
He's rarely not turned on by a dangerous idea: see, being the occasional bedmate of the witch, Natasha.
A deep breath. The Prince is standing very close. He smells so sweet. "How fast?" He reaches out and touches the side of Sam's face.
Tipping off the edge of that precipice. Falling into the unknown of the dark.
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Date: 2022-12-25 01:02 am (UTC)He doesn't want to drag the young man into his own miasma of despair in regards to whom he might live the rest of his life alongside.
Even if he wasn't the Prince.
This is a dangerous idea.
He's rarely not turned on by a dangerous idea: see, being the occasional bedmate of the witch, Natasha.
A deep breath. The Prince is standing very close. He smells so sweet. "How fast?" He reaches out and touches the side of Sam's face.
Tipping off the edge of that precipice. Falling into the unknown of the dark.