seven minutes in heaven, by lanyon

He leans in close to you and his hand is on the side of your throat and it’s firm enough to bruise. He presses you against the doorframe and he kisses you. You wonder, later, in Cuzco, in Vancouver, in Nairobi, if it will always be like this; if kissing any man is like kissing Bucky Barnes.

Mature, not-compliant with Winter Soldier. Steve gets Bucky home – with the healing power of his cock. And it’s not ridiculous at all.

seven minutes in heaven, by lanyon

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