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Bucky is aware that he’s attractive. He’s known since he was young and he started getting sideways glances from girls and women, and even a few men, though they would both always try to ignore it. He knows it, but it’s not something he thinks about too often, at least not in recent decades.

But Sylvie looks at him like he’s something spectacular and Bucky likes how it feels to have her eyes on him like that, practically alight with approval.

She gets up on her knees to kiss him and Bucky cups her face in his hands, thumbing at her jaw and gasping softly against her mouth when her fingers wrap around him unexpectedly. His cock twitches in her loose grasp and he touches his forehead to hers, glancing down to watch, though he has to squeeze his eyes shut at the flare of arousal her words send through him.

“Yeah?” He asks against her mouth, resting his metal hand on her hip as the other reaches down between her legs, fingertips rubbing softly at her clit as she strokes him. Somehow it’s hot enough to nearly drive him mad, these exploratory touches while they share the air between their mouths, lips brushing, and he groans again at the thought of spilling inside of her, cheeks flushing at the thoughts that come to mind. “I like the thought of that, my come inside you even when I’m not around.”