keepcruising | OPEN POST FOR STEVE!

[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.

[Steve follows hm down and Bucky can’t help the arching sort of motion, the one that presses his body more against his friend’s. It’s almost like a magnet, the way he’s pulled toward Steve, the way he just wants to be pressed together. And maybe it’s a little awkward and silly with hanging legs and dangling feet but it’s also kind of perfect.

Besides, it’s not like they can’t wiggle around a little, right?

But then Steve’s hand is moving over his skin, a gentle touch that makes him moan more than anything thus far. It’s so tender, so sweet; for someone who can endure, has endured what Bucky has, it’s this sort of gentility that makes him break. The fact that it comes from Steve, comes with Steve’s eyes full of such affection that it seems to spill right out of him, makes Bucky want to pull him closer. He thinks he could stay wrapped up in this man for a long, long time.]

Just keep saying my name like that.

[A little breathless, on the heels of that delicious little whine? He can’t help the way he wants it so much, wants everything that Steve is willing to give. He shivers when Steve’s leg slides against his own; even through their pants it’s hot and he can’t help the immediate wonder at what it would feel like with bare skin against his own.

Hands slip lower on Steve’s torso, teasing against his abs, tracing the curve of his waist. It’s certainly not anything that could be considered too risqué, not yet at least, but even this simple exploration is making those feelings of desire spark hotter and hotter.]

I want— Can I see more of you? All of you?

[ Bucky's fingers trace his skin and Steve can feel his muscles twitching under the touch. No one's ever really touched him like this and Steve's already past the point of how far he's been with anyone ever, so he's entirely out of his depth. It would be terrifying, but he trusts Bucky to tell him if he's doing something wrong and even if he'd probably laugh a little, he'd never do it to humiliate Steve. ]

Yeah. Yeah, let me see you, too, Buck.

[ That same gentle hand moves down Bucky's chest, over his ribs and abs with the sort of reverence one might have for a delicate sculpture. Bucky's always been beautiful to him, inside and out. Steve's been drawn to it for a long time, even back when he hadn't really been sure what Bucky was doing being friends at all with a little guy like him. Of course, that's what had always made Bucky shine a little brighter. He'd always been so good to Steve in ways no one else really had been.

His fingers settle on Bucky's waistband, pausing on the button of his jeans so he can pull back enough to make eye contact and make sure he has permission to do this. Bucky's been through too much for Steve to think it's okay to take anything that isn't explicitly offered. ]

[There’s no hesitatance in Bucky’s touch, for as gentle as he’s keeping it. Flesh and metal trace Steve’s body, lingering in any place that Steve seems to like. And he’s encouraged by how Steve touches him in return, by the care he can read in the action. By how special it makes him feel. Steve isn’t shying away from how his body’s been altered, the fusion of metal into flesh. Bucky hadn’t realized how much that acceptance would mean to him.

His hands only leave Steve’s body when he feels those fingers at his waistband. With a smile he meets Steve’s gaze, puts his hands over Steve’s to guide him to pop open the button on his jeans.]

I want that too. And I want you to help me.

[Acceptance, eagerness, desire. Bucky knows he’s probably a little more experienced than Steve, for all that it’s been quite some time. But above all else he wants his partner to be comfortable with this, to want this as much as Bucky himself does. So he’ll let Steve set the pace for pulling off jeans, for if he wants the simple boxer briefs gone as well. And Bucky’s watching him the entire time; as layers come off there’s no hiding that he’s half hard already and he wants to make sure that above anything else, Steve is comfortable with this. With him.]

[ The metal arm and the scars on Bucky's body are reminders of what he's been through for Steve. He doesn't take that lightly, but it doesn't change who Bucky is. Everything Bucky's been through is a part of him now, but Steve still sees his best friend shining through all of that. It's in the gentleness he shows with that metal hand and the quiet encouragements he throws at Steve, the look in his eyes and the way he'd pulled Steve close to dance. Nothing can change those things about Bucky that make him who he is and that undeniable fact makes Steve's heart swell.

Bucky's hand guiding his probably shouldn't be as hot as it is, but it hits him like a stack of bricks that Bucky is here showing Steve how to undress him and Steve can't help pressing another kiss to Bucky's lips. It's all eager and a little too hard as he lowers Bucky's zipper.

He pulls back just enough to watch as he pushes at Bucky's waistband and he sees that Bucky's getting hard because of him. Subconsciously, he licks his lips as he reluctantly pulls back so that he can pull Bucky's pants down. ]

You're beautiful.

[ He doesn't mean to say it out loud, but he doesn't regret the words once they're out and he looks up to meet Bucky's eyes again. He means it in every way. ]

[The eagerness that Steve shows is kind of hot, actually. Much hotter than it is funny, that’s for sure, even though an amused noise does rumble through their kiss at the way Steve yanks down his zipper. But it’s somethng he wants, something he wants to share with Steve. And above all else, sex is supposed to be fun. Mixing a little laughter in with it is certainly not a problem.

Even so, he can’t help being a little nervous as Steve pulls away to pull his pants off. Isn’t that silly?

He does wriggle his hips and move his legs as needed to help though, until denim can be discarded to the floor and he’s laying there under Steve’s gaze. It’s a little more nerve wracking than he’d anticipated, the look in those clear blue eyes. And those two words? They make a faint blush rise in Bucky’s cheeks — which is saying a lot, because Bucky’s pretty sure that he’d never really known how to blush.

He can’t help a little laugh then, when he meets Steve’s gaze.]

Flatterer.

[It’s warm though, colored by the affection he feels for this man. And it’s tinted with want as well, because he most certainly can’t lay here naked and deny that he wants, that he’s attracted to Steve. That familiar smirk settles onto his lips, the one that says a tease is imminent because yes, even laid out like this Bucky can find it in himself to tease his best friend.]

I promise, it’s even better up close. C’mere. [He’s propping himself up on one elbow, reaching out for Steve with the other hand. They haven’t kissed in about ninety seconds. That’s ninety seconds too long!]

[ Steve laughs as he crawls back over Bucky, feeling a little more sure of himself. He's absolutely sure that Bucky looks great from every angle, but closer is better and he doesn't stop until they're kissing again. ]

Maybe, but you know I don't lie.

[ He kisses Bucky then, taking his time with it as he runs his hand over Bucky's bare thigh. He wants to learn every inch of his new body. All the things that have changed since they were just two kids in Brooklyn. ]

You feel so good like this.

I know you don't.

[It's still pretty damn flattering regardless, especially with how Steve crawls over him again. Bucky welcomes him in close, hands eagerly caressing as much skin as they can reach. Steve just feels that good against him and there's no shyness to be found, only desire to explore together.

He whines against that kiss, a wanting little sound as lips part to invite Steve to taste him. To learn him, to learn more of what Bucky likes. And he slides that bare leg against Steve, a precursor to the rocking of his hips against his friend's body.]

So do you. Want to know everything you want, everything you like.

[A hand moves to tug at Steve's waistband, suggestive.] Will you let me?

[ He feels Bucky moving against him and he can't help moaning at the promise of it all. He wants this so much and not just what they're doing now or what they're about to do, but everything that they are and everything that they can be. He wants to promise Bucky the world, even the impossible parts. ]

Please.

[ At this point, he'll be upset if Bucky doesn't want all of those things, because he's letting his imagination run a little wild. He's never been someone for small dreams and easy goals and he's not afraid to fight for it as long as Bucky wants it, too. ]

There's nothing I'll say no to you on. I mean it.

[The way Steve moans is something magical, no lie. It's a beautiful sound that lights along Bucky's nerves, makes him want to pull Steve closer to explore more of the sounds he'll make, the sounds they can make together. It's all traded back and forth in their kisses, little needy sounds of desire and the pleasure of discovering it together.

In a way it reminds Bucky of a first time, but this is so much better, so much more vibrant.]

Anything you want. Everything.

[It's an easy promise to make to Steve, one he means with all sincerity. He really does want to share everything of himself, to give to Steve everything that he can. Maybe it's just the natural next step for two friends closer than blood. Maybe it's something unique to them. He doesn't care; all that matters is that he wants to share everything he can with Steve.

Though at that statement he just shakes his head, laughing a little.]

Remind me to have the consent talk with you in the morning.

[Now though? Now is for sitting up enough to pop the button and zip on Steve's pants, to take care in pushing the fabric down his legs. Steve's not fragile, there's nothing about either of them that even resembles fragile anymore, but Bucky still wants to touch him like he's something precious. Treasured. Wanted. Like he's the most valuable thing in the world because right now he is the center of Bucky's world.]

[ The truth is that Steve can't imagine Bucky would ask him for anything he wouldn't want to give. Bucky knows Steve better than anyone, even after all this time. He knows where Steve's boundaries go and he's familiar with all of Steve's sore spots and sensitive topics. He knows who Steve is on such a fundamental level that he might as well be a part of Steve and in some ways, he is. ]

Don't be a jerk.

[ He laughs and does his best to help Bucky get his pants off, though how helpful he manages to be is up for debate. ]

You know what I meant.

[ He would never push at Bucky, never do anything to jeopardize all the progress he's made and the autonomy he's fought hard to figure out. That's part of why he wants to let Bucky call at least some of the shots. Steve might be inexperienced, but he's never been through anything like what Bucky has. ]

You like it when I'm a jerk.

[Though it's said with fond laughter and another kiss. He probably shouldn't marvel at how easy this is, because it's always been easy to be with Steve. But then Bucky's turning his attention to Steve's pants, to pulling the fabric from those long legs and he doesn't do anything at all to hide the appreciation in his eyes, the way his hands want to linger against warm skin.

He really, really wants to feel those legs wrapped around him.]

You look— [a quiet inhale, a searching of the right word to describe everything that Steve is to him] —amazing.

[Because Steve bare like this, all miles and miles of warm, smooth skin, arousal showing and knowing it's all for Bucky? That's a high like nothing else and the way Bucky touches his partner now is filled with a quiet reverence. It's hardly a cliché to call this a gift, to be with each other like this and he's so, so thankful that they have the chance for it.

He moves to slide closer, to press his body against Steve's and it's electric. Bucky swears that he can feel a shock run its way down his spine and it's with another whine that he seeks out Steve's kiss. He just wants to touch Steve all over, to move and slide their bodies together, and he's trying to force himself to take it at least somewhat slow.]

[ And yeah, Steve does like it when Bucky's a jerk, especially now. After everything, he's just happy to see how much Bucky's come out of his shell again. This is still the same Bucky he's always known and if he hadn't enjoyed the teasing, he never would have put up with it. He's always loved who Bucky is.

He can't help blushing at Bucky's words, though. It's not that he's unaware of what he looks like now. He's had years to get used to it, but he doesn't think he'll ever get used to getting that sort of attention for it. That it's coming from Bucky of all people only amplifies that. Bucky, with those little touches and warm kisses that seem to be all for Steve, so attentive and personal. It's almost too much, but then Steve also can't get enough of it.

They fit together so perfectly now and Steve moans as his erection brushes Bucky's thigh. He can't help seeking out more friction as they kiss, hands running over Bucky's hip and up his back as Steve pulls him closer. ]

Bucky.

[ There's an edge of desperation to his voice as he presses in for another kiss. ]

[That blush is so endearing, even all these decades later. It helps that it’s all for hm, that it comes with Steve wanting to be closer. The fact that Steve moves into each soft touch, responds in these small ways? Bucky can’t help how it makes him want more, how he just wants to discover all the small things that get Steve going.

And he is getting Steve going, that much is pretty damn obvious. Steve’s beautifully naked and it just makes Bucky want to slide closer to him, to pull him into kisses that grow hotter, hungrier. All he wants is to press Steve to the bed and climb all over him, to find out what kinds of moans and cries he can pull from his partner and do everything in his power to make sure that Steve knows exactly how much Bucky desires him — all of him, in all ways.

Like they always should have been. Like, in many ways, they always have been.]

It’s okay Steve, I’ve got you. [Another kiss with Bucky’s hands framing Steve’s face, a shifting of Bucky’s leg to hook over Steve’s hip to bring them even closer still. Wanting. Willing. Offering all of himself.] I’ll give you everything you need. Promise.

[ Steve can't stop touching Bucky, running his hands all over whatever skin he can get to and holding him close. He's always been in good shape, but now he's so broad and muscular and Steve loves the way his hard muscles feel under soft, warm skin.

Then Bucky's got his leg wrapping around Steve and he's practically seeing stars just from the idea of it. It feels so intimate, so inviting that he only presses closer, rocking his hips a little before he can even think not to. It's like Bucky's body is speaking directly to his and his own can't help but answer.

He doesn't trust his words, so he just looks into Bucky's eyes and nods minutely. Bucky has him and he's never felt safer or more taken care of in his life. In some ways, he trusts Bucky more than he even trusts himself. ]

[Steve responds so beautifully to every touch, every caress. Every tiny little brush of their bodies feels magnified, electrified. It's not like Bucky’s new to sex, for all that it’s been some time. And he doubts this is new for Steve either. But it feels new, and that’s probably because it is Steve.

Damn, but he wants this man so much.

He presses eagerly into each touch, lets Steve know what he likes through soft little moans and encouraging noises. He kisses Steve harder when he feels hips rocking against his own, responds to start a rhythm of movement. It’s good, it’s so damn good and he wants Steve to know how much he likes it, wants more of it.

Lips trail from Steve’s mouth along his jaw, tracing a trail over to his ear and then down his throat. He nips here and there, playful little presses of his teeth to see what Steve likes, what he might want more of. How rough he might want to play. And a hand starts worming its way between them, tracing down Steve’s chest slowly. He lingers over the curve of pectoral muscle, firm underneath soft, warm skin; his thumb flicks against Steve’s nipple, experimental. Curious.

He could spend the entire night exploring Steve’s body. And why not? They have the time.]

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