keepcruising | OPEN POST FOR STEVE!

[That little affection, the kiss to his jaw makes Bucky inordinately happier than he thought it would or could. He’s smiling and he probably looks like a fool for how wide it is, but he’s happy. He’s so damn happy to be curled up on the couch with Steve pressed close.

And when Steve reaches for his fingers? Bucky happily lets the digits intertwine with Steve’s, raising their joined hands to his lips to brush a kiss across the backs of Steve’s fingers.]

Stop. [Gently, because he’s learned to be careful with it, his left hand squeezes Steve’s shoulder. There’s nothing of fault or blame, not for either of them.] It wasn’t the right time, for either of us. But we have time now.

[ The thing is that Steve is sort of a champion for waiting too long and running out of time. He's lost so many opportunities, so many people, and he just wants to carve out a space for this before something else happens. He wants to make Bucky smile like that for as long as he can.

In any case, Bucky kissing his hand has his attention. He's pretty familiar with Bucky's moves. It's not like he hasn't seen a lot of them used on women, but this is different. It's so different when it's him. It almost makes him fall for Bucky all over again. ]

You're right.

[ He squeezes Bucky's hand. ]

Now what?

[Bucky's honestly not thinking about things like missed opportunities or waiting too long. Maybe it's stupid, but he's not ignorant to the reality of their lives. Nothing is certain; the world could turn upside down tomorrow. But if it does, that's tomorrow's concern. Today, tonight he has Steve leaning close and smiling and all he wants to do is kids him over and over again.

They have time. A little of it at least.]

Anything you want. [He returns that squeeze with a smile.] As long as it involves a hell of a lot more kissing.

[ Steve can't help the way he lets regrets swim in his head. He's had too much time to dwell on things by himself and it's become a real habit, even if he usually keeps them to himself. Losing Bucky had been a big one, though, and having him here is a reminder to be thankful for what he can have.

Selfishly, he's a little thankful that Bucky's here at all, even though he knows that Bucky faced some horrible things to get here, but he would never tell Bucky that. It isn't even something he should think.

He shifts around, leaning up to kiss Bucky again. He could probably spend the whole night just doing this and he'd be happy. They don't need to get to know each other. They already know each other about as well as two people can. They just need to figure out this new component of what they are and he thinks they're doing an alright job of it already. ]

I wasn't planning to stop. Don't worry.

Good.

[He’s perfectly happy to accommodate Steve’s shifting, to welcome him in close and snug and to sigh quietly against his mouth. Kissing is fun, he’s always thought so, but kissing Steve is more than that. It comes with a lightness and a sense of contentment. Maybe it’s at odds with the realities of their lives, and it’s a grim thought indeed that maybe Bucky had to suffer as he did in order for them to be together. But the fact is that they are together now, and all he wants to do is explore that dynamic.

He sinks his fingers into Steve’s hair, welcoming him to stay close as lips part under his kiss. It’s an invitation for Steve to explore, to learn every nuance of how their mouths fit together.]

If you were we’d have a real problem here.

[ As Steve's fingers slip out of Bucky's, he moves his hand to Bucky's side, thumb stroking over the soft fabric of his shirt. He doesn't know what he's doing and with anyone else, that might have made him nervous, but the idea of being that kind of nervous with Bucky is laughable. Bucky's seen him do much more embarrassing things than a little bumbling. He really does just need to relax, just like with the dancing. Just like with anything where Bucky's concerned.

He follows Bucky's invitation, parting his own lips and deepening the kiss with a sigh. Bucky's fingers feel good in his hair, the warm, solid weight of Bucky's side against him, and he turns his body into Bucky more, like he isn't aware of how big he really is now. ]

[There’s absolutely nothing wrong with Steve’s bumbling; if anything it’s a little endearing. Like that hand on his side that makes him smile, he’s honestly just thrilled to be with Steve, to have the opportunity of finding it how much more they can be.

And Steve’s responding to the kiss; that little sigh actually makes a shiver run down Bucky’s spine. He chases the vibration with his tongue, chasing Steve’s taste into every corner of his mouth and damn but he thinks he could very easily get addicted to kissing this man. Though when Steve shifts against him it’s his turn to sound into the press of their mouths, a little wanting thing that’s a hair shy of a whine and is accompanied by a tug at Steve’s shoulder because Bucky wants him even closer.]

[ Oh. That little sound Bucky makes has Steve's fingers gripping just a little harder at Bucky's side, because that's for him and he's not sure he's ever pulled that sort of reaction out of anyone, but he really likes the idea of being the cause of it coming from Bucky. He wants to get Bucky to make all sorts of sounds like that for him.

Then Bucky's tugging at him a little and the only logical way to move is to wind up sort of half on top of Bucky, at least from the waist up. He pulls back just long enough to drag in a few quick breaths and then he's pressing his lips to Bucky's again, breath just a little short. ]

[Steve on top of him? Oh yes, it’s something Bucky most definitely wants. The weight of his friend’s body feels good, grounding and comforting in a way he hadn’t anticipated. Especially when it’s combined with the way Steve’s hand tightens on his side, the acceptance Bucky reads in the gesture.

And more kissing? Definitely more kissing, and Bucky’s getting a little breathless from it as well. He tries pulling Steve even closer (how much closer can they realistically get?) and kisses him a little harder, a little hotter. A hand skates down Steve’s back, finding the hem of his shirt and slipping underneath. Needless to say, he’s okay with going a little further than just necking, but he also doesn’t want to push for more than Steve’s ready to give, teasing about stripping aside.]

Do you have any idea how good you are at this?

[ Bucky's hand against his skin feels like an anchor. He's not sure what he'd expected anything to feel like, but the reality feels so intimate already, like Bucky can see into his soul with those touches and he's okay with that. He doesn't want to keep secrets from Bucky, anyway. Bucky urges him closer and his leg winds up between Bucky's as more of his weight shifts against Bucky.

He can't help chuckling, though, at Bucky's words. Kissing is about all Steve knows how to do and now he's just trying to follow Bucky's lead and do what feels right. It's good to know that his instincts aren't completely failing him. ]

Probably not nearly as good as you are.

[Oh, Bucky likes this: Steve leaning more into him, legs starting to tangle, kisses growing steadily more heated. In encourages him to continue with those soft touches, working Steve's shirt a little higher to get at more skin.

Isn't lead and follow the theme of the night though? Doesn't just have to be about dancing. Or maybe they're just that compatible.]

I am a damn good kisser, but it takes one to know one. [Take the compliment, Steve.]

[ That attitude on anyone else wouldn't be the same, but Bucky's joking and his confidence have always been some of his best qualities. He's downright charming and he knows it, but Steve can't fault him for it, because he finds Bucky charming as much as anyone else does.

One more kiss and then he ducks his head to kiss Bucky's aw, lips brushing stubble. ]

Might have to prove it to me.

Yeah?

[Bucky knows that Steve likely knows, or at least recognizes, half of his tricks by now. Maybe more than half. But the difference now is that it's not meant to be a fling, not meant to be a thing for a couple of days or weeks and then it's done. Bucky wants to explore this with Steve because he wants it to last, thinks that it really, truly could last.

He tips his head, giving Steve both room and permission to explore, a soft sigh escaping him when Steve finds a sensitive little patch of skin.]

You tell me what kind of proof you want and I'll happily oblige.

[ Steve kisses his way over Bucky's skin, not quite sure what he's doing but knowing that he wants to show Bucky every ounce of affection that he can. There's not an inch of Bucky's boy that Steve wouldn't kiss. ]

You might just have to keep kissing me. I need a lot of data.

[ The words are whispered into Bucky's ear, amused and breathless.

Bucky's hand on his back gives him all sorts of idea about how he wants to touch Bucky and slowly his hand slides down enough to get under the hem of Bucky's shirt where his palm smooths over warm skin to lat flat against his ribs. ]

[That statement is entirely ridiculous and it makes him laugh. It's the best sort of laughter, the sort that's warm and amused and happy to be shared like this, half tangled with each other on Bucky's couch, starting to explore each other but with no need to rush.]

That's a tall order, but I think I'm up to the challenge.

[Not that he's kissing Steve much at all right now, not with how Steve's distracting him with lips against his skin and Bucky kind of adores having his neck kissed like this. When it comes with the warm puff of breath that is Steve's words at his ear he can't help the tiny moan that begs Steve to continue.

And when Steve's hands start to wander, Bucky arches under him, an attempt to slide more of his body against that touch, to invite Steve in for more. His hand is warm — they both run hot now, really, thanks to the serum that runs through their veins — but having skin against Bucky's own skin is near electric.]

Feels good, Steve.

[An encouraging statement, hopefully. And Bucky adds to the encouragement with a hand that rucks Steve's shirt up a little higher, a leg that slides a little bit against Steve's own.]

[ Steve doesn't miss the little moan or the way Bucky's moving against his touch. He's beautiful and Steve wants to keep exploring everything about him, find all the touches that can make more sounds like that happen and exploit them until Bucky can't think anymore.

He rubs his hand along Bucky's side, affectionate and a little heated as he kisses his way down Bucky's throat. Making sure Bucky feels good is a high priority for him. If there's something Bucky likes, Steve is going to do it and he's going to enjoy it just as much as Bucky does.

There's a part of him that wants Bucky's shirt out of the way already, but he's not sure if they're moving too fast. It's not like Bucky's experiences are terribly recent, either, and he doesn't want to push for more than Bucky can give. ]

[Okay but we really should stop and pause for a moment of silence for two cups of coffee going cold on the coffee table. It hadn't ever been about the coffee in the first place, and that's a little unfortunate because it really is good coffee. But even good coffee doesn't hold a candle to the way Steve makes Bucky feel: like he's wanted, like he belongs, like some of the weight of a too-long life could be lifted off his shoulders, if only for an evening. It's as addictive a feeling as those kisses, as feeling Steve pressed against him.

As addictive as wanting more of Steve.

And he wants to give more to Steve, especially with the way he can't help but respond to the movement of that hand under his shirt. Combined with how Steve's mouth lingers against skin that's always been sensitive, it makes his breathing heavier, makes his hands press more against Steve's body. One sinks into soft hair, threading through the strands in a gentle bid to get Steve to linger. Usually Bucky's the instigator — and he enjoys that role — but letting Steve explore and play is doing very good things for him.]

You're making me want a hell of a lot more than just this, you know.

[More touching, more kissing, just more. And it's also his way of asking, in a roundabout sort of fashion, what Steve wants.]

[ Steve's forgotten about the coffee entirely, yet again, because as nice as a hot cup of coffee is under normal circumstances, these are anything but. These are extraordinary circumstances where Bucky is letting Steve touch him like the precious thing that Steve's always known he was.

Every touch or kiss is full of reverence and affection for one of the best things Steve's ever had in his life. Steve's never known anyone else like Bucky. He doubts there's anyone else like him in the entire world. ]

God, me too.

[ The words are whispered into Bucky's skin like a secret. ]

But you got me, Buck, for anything.

[ Because he wants everything there is to want with Bucky and he trusts him enough to write a blank check for it. ]

[Each touch, every kiss laid to too-warm skin makes Bucky shiver or sigh or clutch Steve a little closer. Steve's treating Bucky gently but not like he's fragile and that? That's something he appreciates so much.

Those words though? They all but light a fire along Bucky's nerves and he doesn't bother trying to silence his groan or the way he just wants to arch against his partner's body, wants to touch and be touched even more.] Steve...

[Hello, libido. You sure just crashed this party. Bucky licks his lips, eyes blinking closed for a moment of searching for strength. Steve's spilling secrets against his skin and it pulls Bucky's own secrets right out of his chest to gather hot and bright right behind his teeth, caught up there until the pressure of them is too much and it bursts from him in vocal form.]

Everything. I think I could want that— [And it's too much he knows, too much too soon but it's as honest and raw a confession as any Bucky has ever made.] At least half of it was teasing you about the stripping earlier, but I was dead serious when I said I wouldn't mind the end result.

[Just. Tossing that out there, seeing how it falls and where to go from there. He doesn't even realize he's holding his breath.]

[ Every little reaction he pulls out of Bucky eggs Steve on. It has him touching more and pressing closer against Bucky's body like his life depends on it.

Bucky's words leave Steve's skin feeling too hot, like his body is overwhelming itself from the inside, but he wants more of it and he chases that feeling, sliding against Bucky as he leans up to give Bucky another kiss. This one is far more heated and lingering than any that came before it and when he pulls back, it's to slide his fingers up Bucky's abs and ruck up Bucky's shirt, which he's ready to help Bucky take off if Bucky will let him. ]

There's nothing I don't want to share with you.

[ He means it, too. If there's something worth doing, Steve wants to do it with him. There's no one else in his life who compares. ]

[Oh. Oh. Oh, Steve's kisses are growing a little bolder, a little more heated and it's something that Bucky most definitely likes. He practically melts into it, a moan vibrating right into Steve's mouth and hands clutching at his skin to get even more.

And when Steve makes the first move not only to start with the undressing, but to start by undressing him? That just spikes his growing lust even higher.

It's not like Steve hasn't seen Bucky topless before. But that's the thing: it'd been before: before the war, before HYDRA, before everything that's happened to either one of them. And sure, Bucky's shape has changed in the muscle packed onto his frame, in the transition from American soldier to humanized weapon, but that's not all. It's like this that he can't hide anything of what was done to him, the extent of how much of him that HYDRA took with neither consent nor care. And if he knows anything about Steve, it's that there's probably going to be at least some guilt over it, even though there's honestly nothing he could have done.

But that's also part of being together, isn't it? Being so completely bared to each other, and in more than just the physical. It's why Bucky will sit up just enough to aid in the stripping off of his shirt, will raise his arms above his head for the garment to be pulled off. It's why when he is free of the fabric he'll cup Steve's cheeks in his hands, pulling him into a deep, wanting kiss. Steve had put it perfectly: there's nothing that he doesn't want to share; that goes for the bad as well as the good. And that includes letting Steve explore to his heart's content as soon as they break apart for air.]

You just let me know if you like what you see. [It's some of the old confidence leaking back into his voice, some of the old, flirty Sergeant Barnes in that lopsided smirk that crawls across his lips.]

[ Steve lets Bucky's shirt fall to the side, not too worried with where it lands, because Bucky's pulling him into another kiss and he's not sure how anything else could matter in this moment, save for a truly catastrophic emergency.

His hands go back to exploring Bucky skin and while he fines rough and jagged scars, they're as much a part of Bucky now as his arm is. Steve wants to know all of him, not just the parts that Bucky thinks he wants to see. Everything is important.

When he stops to take a break, he turns his head to kiss Bucky's palm. It's the metal one, but Steve doesn't notice. He just looks down at Bucky and lets their noses touch. ]

I think I might.

[ He can't think of a better sight he's seen than Bucky under him like this, inviting and beautiful as they both fight to catch their breaths.

Steve's never been great at defining what sexy is, but he's sure that whatever it is, he's looking at it. Bucky looks half-defiled already or like he really wants to be and Steve can't remember ever wanting another person this much. Sex has never been a particularly huge drive for him, but now? Oh, he wants. ]

[It's a good thing that there are no catastrophic emergencies happening, because Bucky knows that there's nothing at all that could pull him away from Steve right now. There's nothing that can possibly make him give up this closeness, the sweetness of Steve's kisses, edged as they are with heat and promises. And he can't hide the way he shivers when Steve starts to really explore his skin, when he finds those places that are the most sensitive. He just wants to cling to Steve, wants to invite him into even more and he shifts just a little, just enough to press as much as he can against his partner's hands.

That sweet little kiss to his palm makes his expression soften. It almost feels like breaking, but in the good way.]

Anything I can do to turn that might into a definite?

[Because having Steve so close, looking at him like this? It's doing a hell of a lot for him, and all of it's good.]

[ That has Steve chuckling softly, closing the distance to press a soft kiss to Bucky's lips. ]

I don't know. You might have to do some convincing.

[ His hands are still moving over Bucky's skin, warm palms dragging over skin to explore ribs and muscle. Even as his kisses are slow and soft, his hands are insistent and urging on Bucky's skin.

He slides his leg against Bucky's and even through their pants, it feels like his nerves are tingling. Every spot where they're touching feels a little more alive. ]

C'mere then.

[Murmured into their kisses, a soft vibration of sound that passes from his lips to Steve's. Bucky presses into each touch and each lingering brush against his skin, needing to feel more of Steve feeling him. Any way that he can encourage the exploration of those hands, he will — he wants to. Especially when Steve's leg presses against his own, especially when Steve keeps pressing closer.

And sure, the evening had started with Bucky teasing Steve about stripping, but it's very quickly turning over into Bucky wanting to strip Steve, wanting to run his hands all over that body much as Steve is doing to him. And what's stopping him? Nothing. Nothing at all. So he lets his hands find the top button of Steve's shirt, slowly slipping it through its loop and trusting that Steve will stop him if it's too much.

Bucky doesn't think there's such a thing as too much though, not when it comes to Steve. There's only never enough.]

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