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Bucky grabbed Steve by the hips, pressing him into the small cot.
“Bucky, what are you doing??”
Bucky didn’t answer him, just shoved Steve’s shirt up. There it was.
Smooth hairs from his belly button and disappearing into his waistband. Golden blonde. Ranging from soft pale yellow to a light brown.
Bucky ran his fingertips down it slowly before nuzzling his face in, darting his tongue out.
They kept waxing Steve for some ungodly reason, and now here he was au naturel.
He felt like he was in Oz or Wonderland or Middle-Earth. Somewhere fantastical. Too good to be true.