@quiethaunts sent 💋 to kiss my muse : scars ( bucky for geralt
It is not the first time they’ve been together this way. They’d grown up together and feelings had blossomed when they were teenagers and well into early adulthood. They’d been together in that way for quite some time before The Path took them separate ways. As much as he’d love to go through life on the Path with Bucky, a Witcher always goes his seperate way, eventually.
Vesimer had said that they needed too. That being on their own would be good for them. That they have to learn to depend on themselves and only themselves.
Geralt still thinks its horseshit and it hurts more than it helps but that’s not important right now. What’s important is the feeling of Bucky’s lips on his own. Oh, how he’d missed this, how he’d longed for this - dreamed about it even.
The kiss is short lived because Geralt is placing his forehead against Bucky’s, golden eyes closing shut and he sighs, thumbs on his lover’s cheeks now running soothing circles over his flehs.
Then, Bucky leans in, presses a kiss to the scar above his eye, and then underneath. Most scar that litter his body are new. Some old but most new since they’d been together like this and Bucky’s lips are moving to his neck, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to the scar on his neck where the striga had bitten him.
His head lolls to the side, a hum of content rumbling in his throat as hands drop down to the other’s side, sliding underneath his shirt, feeling over his hips, his back, to his chest - craving each and every touch he can get. Their armor is already off, having decided to settle down for the night.
“I’ve missed this....I’ve missed you...the feel of you. Your hands, your mouth, everything.” Geralt mutters softly in a quiet admission. Not an easy thing to get out of him but right now? He has no reason to be prideful and every reason to enjoy the moment.