You didn’t specify a ship! I’m going to assume you want Bucky cause Bucky rp blog? Let’s see if I can make this nonspecific….
In the Red Rooms, you learn certain things. The space in a man’s back it’s best to put a knife. How to move unseen. The right blank face that does not ask too many questions, nor give away any secrets.
How to carve away a small space for yourself, and let it grow in the dark.
Hands move on skin, breath tingling on his lips before the kiss: the sound of breathing, because they dare not talk. Even later. Even awakened, he has to close his eyes, because touch and taste are so much more to him now than bright, safe daylight.
Dreams vanish on waking, after all. So he’ll keep his eyes shut.