"I've never kissed anybody," George confesses.
Dream doesn't understand how that's possible. Like this, basked in the comfort of the moonlight, George is beautiful.
"Really? Who wouldn't want to kiss you?" There's too much honesty in Dream's voice. It's raw—a confession practically begging to be brought to light.
"Dream," George is careful, as if his next words could lead to Dream's downfall.
And they do.
"Can you teach me how to kiss?"
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07 Oct 2016
Of course it’s not the first thought that crosses his mind when he loses the arm, but. Well.
He really did like those smooth hard metal fingers a lot, is all.
The new arm looks similar but feels different. Lighter. Its nerve sensors and pressure pads are more sensitive, and the surface adapts to his body temperature, which takes some getting used to. The first time he runs one of its fingers down his crack and over his hole, his entire body jerks.
“Oh,” he gasps, surprised, and does it again.
06 Jul 2016
“Hey, by the way,” Bucky says, “what’s the most times you’ve ever made Steve come in a row?”
So it's not like Sam is charting this moon shit. At least, not at first. See it goes like this - full moon Steve's horny as shit, new moon he's a ragey little bitch, the waning cycles are emotional, and the waxing he is just his normal sassy self. Without even looking back at records, Sam knows now that he met Steve during a waxing crescent and the Winter Soldier reared his messy head during waning gibbous.
Sam's practically an astronomer now, for fuck's sake.
Captain Hornball pops up again, right on schedule, and Sam decides to do something about it.
In which Sam Wilson discovers the effects of the moon on enhanced super-soldiers and has a lot of sex thanks to it.
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24 Jan 2018
“I’m not sharing my room,” Sam mutters, knowing as he says it that it sounds exactly like he’s a fucking ten year old facing a new sibling. Steve hastily makes what Sam thinks is supposed to be an understanding face.
“Of course not,” he says soothingly. “He can bunk in with me, it’s not like we haven’t done it before. It's a twin room, anyway, there's already a spare bed.”
Sam guesses a bigger house is out of the question. Whatever; the three of them have spent eight hours crammed in a Mini, it can’t be that bad.
It’s not that bad. It’s worse.