"Talk to me," T'Challa says, voice quiet, the question unspoken between them: what do you need from me? What do you need me to do?
Barnes breathes out slowly, and kneels.
"Please," he says. "I need you to make it hurt."
Make it hurt can mean a lot of things, depending on the day, depending on Barnes' mood. Looking at him now, T'Challa knows it to mean: take me out of my head. Make me forget. Even if just for a while.
Played pretty loose with the prompt this week; this kind of spawned from the image in my head of Bucky bathed in moonlight, sitting at the window. This pairing has got me good.
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Date: 2016-03-19 10:20 am (UTC)Fandoms: Captain America (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe
Characters: T'Challa/Bucky Barnes
Tags: Dom/sub Undertones, Sparring, Bathing/Washing, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Kink Negotiation, Beefy Bucky
Summary:
"Talk to me," T'Challa says, voice quiet, the question unspoken between them: what do you need from me? What do you need me to do?
Barnes breathes out slowly, and kneels.
"Please," he says. "I need you to make it hurt."
Make it hurt can mean a lot of things, depending on the day, depending on Barnes' mood. Looking at him now, T'Challa knows it to mean: take me out of my head. Make me forget. Even if just for a while.
Read the rest on ao3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/6282832
Played pretty loose with the prompt this week; this kind of spawned from the image in my head of Bucky bathed in moonlight, sitting at the window. This pairing has got me good.