i want more barnes x elias but i want more of MY barnes x elias which unfortunately means i gotta write it if i wanna read it but i don't wanna write today i just wanna READ
yes barnes is very tiger-coded we can all agree on that and i am aware of the deer-coded elias take that the script pushes however i believe that elias is heron-coded
yes barnes is very tiger-coded we can all agree on that and i am aware of the deer-coded elias take that the script pushes however i believe that elias is heron-coded
Dimly, Barnes is aware that he should at least try to stay in control of his faculties, but he's too far gone now to be alert, to be able to move away in an instant. His back is to the entrance of the bunker in a display of carelessness that he would normally never show.
But—but.
Elias is in front of him, painted in gold relief against the dark wall and saying his name in the reverent litany of a confession and Barnes doesn't give a fuck about the danger of an open doorway right now.
He thinks, slow like molasses through the haze of fever-pleasure, that he wouldn't be able to tear himself away from Elias anyway if someone were to come across them. He thinks, between the waves of white-hot static, that he would fight like an animal possessed to keep this vision under his hands, in his grasp.
Elias digs his fingers into Barnes' scalp and he growls at the feeling of it. His hips stutter and jerk as he leans in and presses the flats of his teeth against the column of Elias's throat because god. He wants to bite.
He wants to sink his teeth into the tempting golden flesh and taste blood, then kiss it away afterward until it fades into bruises and scars. But he can't. He can't he can't he can't.
He can't show the world that he is the one who worships at the shrine of this pleasure, this holiest of sins. So instead he presses his lips against the shell of Elias's ear and beseeches, low and rumbling, "Come on, 'Lias."
And Elias, who knows damn well exactly why Barnes presses his teeth to his pulse, knows why Barnes surges forward so insistently like a man possessed, laughs breathily.
"You'd like that wouldn't you, Barnes?" His words do little to disguise the hitch in his breath, the tremble in his voice as he moves against Barnes.
"You know 'xactly what I'd like." Barnes murmurs and presses his wicked grin into the side of Elias's neck.
the hubris i possess when i think no one is paying attention to me versus the humility i am burdened by when someone does acknowledge my existence should be studied
torn because i want to post a snippet of the barnes x elias smut that possessed me briefly but also i wish to covet it like gollum until it's actually finished
also i gotta decide if i'm going to include it in xin loi or if it's gonna be a standalone oneshot like my hallnere fic
i am leaning toward just including it in xin loi in a later chapter idk
if you see me liking contradicting headcanons for the same character just know it's because I do not give a fuck and I have an active imagination #hewouldsaythat