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His skin was creaking, stomach groaning loudly from discomfort. He presses a chubby hand into the swell to relieve some pressure.
‘Fuck,’ Bucky groaned, stifling a wet belch behind his fist. ‘T-too hot.’ His skin was burning in agony yet ice to the touch. He sloshes loudly as he shuffles in place, hunching deeper. He glances up at Steve; a used funnel in one hand, a pitcher of near-frozen milkshake in the other.
‘I know baby,’ he holds the hose to his lips, presses a hand to his stomach and leans down to kiss his cheek. ‘Hopefully this’ll help Bubba.’