keepcruising | OPEN POST FOR 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.]

[ Steve has no plans of stopping Bucky. If Bucky actually tried to do something Steve didn't want, he'd have no problem saying so, but this isn't it and he very much doubts Bucky will ask him for anything he doesn't want.

The idea of Bucky undressing him is intoxicating and he hums quietly, hands exploring a little more excitedly. ]

Wherever you want to lead me, Buck, I'm there.

[ The words are hushed and breathless. He can't stop kissing Bucky and he doesn't want to. His body is crying for more, skin so warm that he's a little dizzy with need. ]

[He takes care to slip each button carefully free, only because it's too easy for either of them to forget their strength and rip cloth. And the reward? Totally worth it. Steve, bared to the waist and framed by the drape of the shirt and the appreciation is clear in Bucky's eyes. It's mingled with want, with a growing lust, and hands eagerly find skin to start exploring in earnest.

Steve's so warm, and the texture of skin is so smooth. Bucky knows it's because of the serum, because of what they've both been made, but even so he can't help the small thread of wonder at being welcomed to do this, to explore and touch and—

And then Steve lays out that little offer and it makes him groan into their next kiss, makes him pull Steve even closer because he just can't get enough of him.]

Including my bed?

[Not right this moment, because he's having entirely too much fun right as they are, cuddled up on the couch and starting to explore each other. But if things continue as they are? Bucky thinks he could definitely want Steve in his bed, against his sheets, exploring all the shades of what they could potentially be.]

[ Bucky's opening his shirt so slowly and he can't help the little feeling of anticipation that settles in his stomach. The way Bucky looks at him leaves him dizzy and breathless all over again. He feels like Bucky might devour him and he can't say he'd protest.

It's a bit of a struggle, but he manages to shrug out of his shirt, slip it from one arm and then the other without any great injury to either of them.

The way Bucky keeps pulling him closer has Steve losing what few inches had been left and by the time Bucky's got that question out, Steve finds himself half hard and can't help rocking into the side of Bucky's hip just once at the thought. The action leave him flushed and a little embarrassed, but he wants what Bucky is offering so damn bad. ]

Anywhere.

[ His voice is choked and airy as he presses another kiss to Bucky's lips and then down his jaw again. ]

[Removing Steve's shirt comes with a little bit of laughter, but it's only for the silliness of how they shift, of how they're careful that no one gets crushed. As if they can't handle it; as if they're fragile. It's silly, but it's also so them that Bucky can't help the happiness he knows is shining in his eyes.

And when Steve rocks against his hip, when he can feel the growing arousal in his friend? Bucky groans, eyes falling shut for a moment as his brain processes it. Processes the fact that they're half naked on his couch, processes that Steve's getting hard for him, because of him. Processes the fact that he's in much the same state.

Processes the fact that Steve wants this as much as he does.

His head tips back as Steve's kisses wander, and hands tighten against skin, a grip that's firm for sure but not enough to bruise, not for people like them. He's barely started to explore Steve's shape, his skin, and already he wants so much more of it. More of Steve. More of this. More of them, together.]

Bedroom, Steve. Now. Or I'm not going to want to move.

[It's a little breathless and the words definitely sound more silly than sexy but Bucky doesn't even care because that fits them so well too.]

[ Steve huffs a little laugh against Bucky's skin, all warm and intimate. It's really no different than the rest of these gestures between them and Steve can't help but marvel at how comfortable all of this intimacy feels, so he leans back up for one more kiss. He can't get enough of kissing Bucky right now and he can't see that changing any time soon.

Pulling away is hard and Steve knows that Bucky's right. They should move to Bucky's bed while they're still both able to think of it, because Steve doesn't think he's got much self control left in him where it comes to Bucky right now.

He gets himself up on his knees and then moves back until he can get his feet on the floor next to the couch. His leg taps the table and two forgotten mugs clink together, but Steve's attention is all on Bucky as he reaches a hand down to pull him up. He wants to do this right and that means in Bucky's bed were they can be comfortable and take their time together. ]

[For all that things are heating up between them — or starting to anyway — there's still laughter and affection and fond looks shared between them, and Bucky kind of adores it. That's probably a good part of why he can't get enough of this, really: because it's so easy, because it's so natural. Because it's Steve. Because there's nothing else he'd rather be doing, nowhere else he'd rather be than right here in the moment. Not even the weight of their past can interfere, not when he just wants to enjoy what's here and now and present.

Fortunately, Steve seems to be on a similar wavelength about their present, namely in that the kisses have to stop for at least a few moments, at least long enough to relocate themselves. There's a momentary thought spared for clothing — how Steve's shoes ended up by the entry, how his shirt is lost to the couch, how his pants will probably be decorating Bucky's bedroom floor — but he doesn't even have time to laugh at the idea before Steve is kissing him again, kissing him and pulling away and okay yes, they need to move and it needs to be now else they're definitely going to be christening Bucky's couch (and actually, that's not a bad a idea for next time).

Focus, Barnes. Focus.

The way Steve holds out his hand is sweet, endearing, and a little bit sexy too. Bucky lets himself be pulled up, bright laughter spilling out of him at the action, at the way it pulls him close to Steve, close enough to loop arms around him and lean in for another kiss — or two. Or three.

Move, Barnes. You have to move, else falling right back onto the couch is going to be a thing.

With a laugh he tugs Steve with him, walking backwards with the familiarity born of living in a space and knowing its layout. Which is good, because he doesn't want to stop looking at Steve, doesn't want to focus on anything except keeping their hands twined together and pulling him into the bedroom. It's as simply furnished as the rest of the apartment but the bed is comfortable and more accommodating of two large men than the couch could ever be.

And, Bucky really wants Steve in his bed.

He lets himself fall to a seated position on the edge of the bed, looking up at Steve with a grin. It's more silly than sexy in the moment but that doesn't much matter right now because it also fits this thing they're exploring.]

Join me?

[Out in the living room, two coffee cups sit nudged right up against each other, growing cold together and all but forgotten and that's kind of perfect too.]

[ Steve just keeps getting distracted every step of the way and he's pretty sure Bucky's having the same problem, if they can even call it that. It's just that every time they pause, he wants to kiss more, touch more, know more of Bucky. He can't get enough and there's nothing he doesn't want to know about Bucky right now, from the way his skin tastes to the sounds he might make the longer they do this.

Bucky keeps touching him and kissing him like he doesn't want to be anywhere else and it helps Steve let go of some of his worries about being too late or not enough. The smiles and laughs mix with the affection and want and this feels too good to be true, but Steve doesn't have it in him to really question it because whatever it is, it's perfect.

Then Bucky's leading him to the bedroom by the hand and he doesn't even question whether he should follow. He squeezes Bucky's hand, smiling like an idiot and chasing after the promise of all the kisses and touches he still wants.

He feels practically mesmerized by Bucky and he barely notices that they've moved before Bucky's sitting on his bed, looking up at Steve like nothing's changed, but the thing is that a lot has changed here. Now, neither of them has to hold back. Now, they can be honest and unguarded to a greater degree. He couldn't ask for anything better than that.

Bending over, he tips Bucky's chin up and kisses him again. And then once more. ]

Don't think I've ever gotten a better offer.

[ With his own matching grin, he sits on the bed next to Bucky, leg pressed against Bucky's like breathing room isn't a concept with knowing. He leans in for another kiss, because it's just not getting old. ]

[It’s probably some kind of miracle that they make it to the bedroom without a tripping incident, and maybe that speaks something to a well of natural grace that Steve simply doesn’t tap when he’s trying to dance. Or maybe it’s something simpler, something in the way they’ve always worked together, always moved together so well.

And when he’s sitting with Steve’s touch against his face, when he looks up into eyes that blue and that sincere? There’s no doubt at all that this is exactly what he wants and who he wants it with.]

If you do, let me know?

[It’s a little silly but he doesn’t care because Steve’s sitting with him, sitting shirtless with their legs pressed close and he can feel the heat of the other man like this, the sheer warmth of his skin and Bucky thinks he wants to burrow right into it, pull Steve against him and explore all the ways they could fit. But that can wait for at least a moment; right now he’s thoroughly occupied with kissing Steve, with curving a hand to kiss cheek to hold him close while their lips and tongues play. And it is playing; it’s playful and inviting and yes it’s getting a little hotter with each kiss they trade but underneath everything is still that warm current of affection for the man who knows him better than Bucky might know himself.

Eventually he’ll break away enough to tug Steve back with him, to recline together because they’re on his bed and isn’t that half the point? But that can wait until after another kiss. Or two. Or five.]

[ Sitting like this, Steve can't touch as much as he had been, but he can let his hand settle on Bucky's knee and that feels pretty intimate to him. Maybe that's showing how inexperienced Steve really is, because it's through his pants, but there's something that feels so familiar and a little possessive about it and he likes the idea that Bucky is his, even if it's just for a little while and even if it's just because Bucky's letting him. He wouldn't want it any other way, because he feels like he's Bucky's, too. They belong to each other in a lot of ways. This is just a new one.

He presses closer to Bucky's side to give into more kisses, turning a little to angle into him. ]

Can't think of how anyone could top it.

[ Steve's hand moves from Bucky's knee then to push gently at his shoulder. He wants to press against Bucky again, like they'd been doing on the couch.

He wants that and more, because there's no end to what he wants from Bucky and even after they're done, he knows he'll want to do everything again and again. That much had been clear just from their first kiss, because Bucky is perfect in every way to Steve. Even the cracks and welts are important parts of who he is and Steve can't help wanting to know every inch of him. ]

Good. I don't want to have to compete against someone for this.

[Steve's pushing at his shoulder and Bucky lets the pressure push him back, push him onto his back so that he can pull Steve on top of him. The idea of rolling around in his bed together most certainly has appeal, and for everything from the silly to the sexy. Really all he wants is more contact with Steve, more of these soft touches and brushes that are making him smile.

He wants those touches to become a lot more substantial.

And why not start with what he's got right here? Steve, bared to the waist and in his bed; it's an excellent opportunity to run his hands down that sculpted chest, to explore a shape he doesn't truly know all that well, at least not this up close. But he wants to, wants so much to explore how Steve fits against him. And maybe he should take things more slowly but with all the time they've lost already, slow isn't even something he wants to consider, despite his earlier reassurance of having time.

He just can't help wanting more of this. It's almost like an addiction, but Bucky thinks that he wouldn't mind being addicted to Steve.

He hauls Steve in for another round of kissing, a wanting little noise slipping from his mouth. Interest is definitely blooming below the belt, and he's very much inclined to explore it with Steve.]

[ Steve follows after Bucky easily enough, settling his weight against Bucky again in an attempt to get as close as they'd been on the couch.

The warmth of Bucky's skin pulls his attention and he barely notices how awkward it feels to have his legs hanging off the edge a little. His hand slides over Bucky's shoulder to rub circles against his neck and then he's cupping Bucky's jaw like he's something precious and delicate. He knows they're both incredibly strong, but that doesn't mean Bucky doesn't deserve the soft touches and the care with which Steve shows his affection. If anyone deserves to be shown this kind of affection, it's Bucky.

His breath hitches as Bucky's hands moves over his skin with purpose. He thinks he could lie here and let Bucky touch him like that for hours, even as he feels his body reacting further. His skin is hot, cheeks flushed with pleasure and desire. ]

I don't think you have to worry about that.

[ His words are breathless, whispered against Bucky's lips as they kiss again, and Steve is having a hard time taking this as slow as he'd like when he hears the little sound he pulls out of Bucky. He can't help following it with his own soft whine and he shifts to hook his knee over Bucky's. ]

God, Bucky.

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