"Happy birthday, punk." *wakes you up with a blow job and red and blue pancakes except they've turned sorta purple*
Oh.
Ohhh..
It’s been a long time since Steve had dreams pleasant enough to be called dreams though they had quieted considerably when Bucky became a staple in his life again.
Waking up to the sound of busy lips and coming to the realization of what those lips were busy doing, Steve flushed a deep crimson. Blood rushed to the surface of his entire upper body--though not entirely-- as he looked down to see the man between his legs.
“If you’re doing this to get my attention, Buck, you definitely got it.”
He somehow managed a sheepish grin after wet- ting his lips. Reaching a hand to tangle into the mess of brunet hair, he brushed the strays out of Bucky’s face to be able to see him clearly as his own body gently rocked to the rhythm of his best man’s tongue and lips on him. A soft moan escaped him and the pancakes forgotten for the moment.
