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. ]
[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.]
[ 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. ]
[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. ]
[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. ]
[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.]
[ Bucky's lips feel amazing on his skin. It definitely doesn't slow down that growing need inside of him to touch and be touched. It's the little bites, though, that have him making breathy little sounds. He can't help huffing out a quiet little laugh and pulling Bucky closer. God, it feels so good just being this close to Bucky.
That thumb on his nipple pulls an honest whimper out of him and wow that's almost embarrassing. Almost, because this is Bucky and there's nothing he really needs to hide or be embarrassed by.
He slides a hand up to tangle it in Bucky's hair, tugging lightly. His other hand finds its way to Bucky's hip to squeeze it, not quite bruising. ]
[Those little noises that he pulls out of Steve are so encouraging; he nips a little firmer against the ridge of his collarbone, nibbling a line along it to the hollow just under his throat. Steve tastes good even like this: the barest hints of soap from a shower, the slight saltiness of sweat. And Bucky’s always been a tactile person so exploring like this, with hands and mouth, is definitely a treat.
The fact that Steve doesn’t jump at the touch of his metal hand helps more than he can say.
And that little whimper? That does so much for him — including making his hips rock a little harder against Steve’s. So the teasing of his thumb becomes a more substantial touch: rolling the pads of his fingers over that sensitive bit of skin, pinching lightly with thumb and forefinger. Experimenting, pulling back enough to watch Steve’s face, see what he likes the most, what kind of touch he prefers.
Bucky promised everything, and he means to deliver.
But Steve’s hands aren’t idle either, much to his delight. Bucky sighs at the fingers playing in his hair, the light little tugs. He hopes Steve will take it as an invitation for more, to do more. To touch him more. Likewise the hand at his hip, the squeeze that Bucky presses into. More is definitely welcomed and encouraged both; he enjoys having an edge to this sort of play.]
This still okay? [Checking in is a thing, it absolutely is a thing because even though Steve’s body is responding to every advance, he wants to make absolutely certain that this is what Steve wants, what he needs. And — perhaps a bit selfishly — he really likes hearing how their growing lust threads through his partner’s voice.]
[ The added attention to his nipple is unexpected and it does things to him that he really hadn't expected. He can feel his dick twitching where he's rocking it against Bucky and his mouth falls open with a moan. This is already too much and not enough and he wants Bucky to feel like this, too. He wants the both of them to get lost together.
That hand on Bucky's hip slides back to his ass with a surprisingly firm grip to pull him flush against Steve. He's losing some of the gentleness from earlier, getting a little more desperate. ]
Beyond okay.
[ His grip tightens in Bucky's hair and he pulls him in for another kiss. ]
Please don't stop.
[ There's so much want that he can't keep out of his voice, but it's still soft. It's still a request and not a command, even he's pressing another kiss to Bucky's lips. The kisses are getting sloppier, a little needier and more desperate because Steve can't focus on anything but how good this feels. He could probably just do this and it would be enough to get off. ]
[Half the fun of this is learning what Steve likes, what gets him going. And apparently nipples are an erogenous zone for him, judging from how reacts to the touch. It’s tempting to let his mouth join in the fun, to let lips and tongue and teeth tease. Next time perhaps; he doesn’t want to do anything that takes him too far from Steve’s mouth right now, because Steve’s kisses are something he needs just as much as he needs to breathe,
The way Steve pulls him in makes him gasp though, a noise he presses right against skin as his hips rock against Steve’s, hard. More of that is most certainly welcome, and surely Bucky can’t be blamed for how he just wants to rock together like this, to feel Steve’s cock against his own.]
No stopping Steve, promise. Not unless you tell me to.
[It’s murmured into the next kiss, sloppy thing that it is but he even likes that, likes how Steve’s losing some of his composure already. Bucky kind of wants to take him apart piece by piece but that’s not something they should try before talking about it first. Even so he really, really likes how they’re driving each other higher, likes how their bodies just fit so well together. Likes how Steve’s body responds to his own.]
So many things I want to do with you, you have no idea.
[ Steve is well beyond his actual skill set for these kinds of things and settling firmly into the territory of doing what feels good and what Bucky seems to like, but he doesn't have a hard time reading Bucky's body. The way Bucky shifts and sighs against him is a pretty good indicator that Steve isn't doing too bad.
His hand slides over the swell of Bucky's ass, down his muscular thigh and back up. His touches aren't unsure or teasing now. They're warm and insistent, pressing into flesh like he wants to learn every inch of it. ]
I probably want to do them all, too.
[ Even as he can't stop kissing Bucky long enough to do more than mumble against his lips, Steve is laughing because he is just so damn happy to be here with Bucky. His other hand slides from Bucky's hair to slide over his shoulder and down his chest, blunt nails dragging lightly over his skin. ]
[As if there's any actual danger of that, really. They haven't been able to stop touching since they started, and Bucky's pretty sure they're not going to stop any time soon. He's just that drawn to Steve and what they could do together — what they are doing together.
What's suggested that they could do together, as Steve's hand wanders over his ass. Bucky's eyes fall half-closed and a shaky moan escapes him. He's obviously quite interested in a hell of a lot more of that, and in figuring out exactly how to go about things.
Does he even have lube? Should he even be thinking about taking things that far? Admittedly, when Steve's hips rock against his, when their erections grind together, it's hard (haha) to not think about it.
And Bucky can't help the delighted laugh that joins Steve's, when Steve's hand starts to wander over his chest. More of that yes please; he tries to press against that hand, to encourage Steve to explore. Even the idea of Steve exploring him is hot, never mind how it actually feels to have those hands against his skin. He wants to feel them all over, wants to feel Steve everywhere.
He should probably actually say that, shouldn't he?]
Just keep touching me—
[Well, close enough.]
Edited (Spelling. "You feel so goo." SORRY STEVE, YOU'RE MADE OF JELLO NOW.) 2018-05-18 19:54 (UTC)
[ That moan almost wrecks Steve. He just wants to make Bucky sound like that again. It hadn't escaped his notice what he'd been doing at the time, either, and he keeps moving his hand over Bucky's ass and thighs.
The hand on Bucky's chest moves back and forth, but it's moving decidedly lower as it goes. He's trying to explore ever inch of skin, paying special attention any time Bucky's body seems to respond to him. The touch gets more bold as he goes, dragging over abs and stopping just short of his erection. ]
That was my plan.
[ His kisses are growing more insistent, moving down Bucky's jaw again. ]
God, Bucky, I want to make you feel so good. Will you let me?
[Bucky definitely likes it when Steve gets bold. It's so good to be explored like this, to feel Steve's touch growing more sure. To share desperate kisses, the slick slide of lips and tongues against each other. To want more, and more desperately than he's felt about a partner in a long time.
Maybe they should've been doing this from the very start.
It doesn't matter now though; what matters is that they're touching, kissing, getting closer and closer. That Steve's working him higher even as Bucky's trying to do the same. That they're probably going to get each other off like this and Bucky dearly hopes that's not the only thing they'll get up to tonight.]
Yes. Yes please.
[He lets his head fall back, opening up the line of his jaw and throat for Steve's attentions. Hands press against skin, one mirroring Steve's actions in snaking down his best while the other sinks into Steve's hair. Subtle pressure at the back of Steve's skull is meant to encourage him for more every time he lingers somewhere Bucky particularly likes.]
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[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.]
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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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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?
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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. ]
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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.]
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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. ]
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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!]
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[ 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.
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[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?
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[ 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.
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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.]
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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. ]
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[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.]
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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. ]
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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.
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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. ]
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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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That thumb on his nipple pulls an honest whimper out of him and wow that's almost embarrassing. Almost, because this is Bucky and there's nothing he really needs to hide or be embarrassed by.
He slides a hand up to tangle it in Bucky's hair, tugging lightly. His other hand finds its way to Bucky's hip to squeeze it, not quite bruising. ]
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The fact that Steve doesn’t jump at the touch of his metal hand helps more than he can say.
And that little whimper? That does so much for him — including making his hips rock a little harder against Steve’s. So the teasing of his thumb becomes a more substantial touch: rolling the pads of his fingers over that sensitive bit of skin, pinching lightly with thumb and forefinger. Experimenting, pulling back enough to watch Steve’s face, see what he likes the most, what kind of touch he prefers.
Bucky promised everything, and he means to deliver.
But Steve’s hands aren’t idle either, much to his delight. Bucky sighs at the fingers playing in his hair, the light little tugs. He hopes Steve will take it as an invitation for more, to do more. To touch him more. Likewise the hand at his hip, the squeeze that Bucky presses into. More is definitely welcomed and encouraged both; he enjoys having an edge to this sort of play.]
This still okay? [Checking in is a thing, it absolutely is a thing because even though Steve’s body is responding to every advance, he wants to make absolutely certain that this is what Steve wants, what he needs. And — perhaps a bit selfishly — he really likes hearing how their growing lust threads through his partner’s voice.]
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That hand on Bucky's hip slides back to his ass with a surprisingly firm grip to pull him flush against Steve. He's losing some of the gentleness from earlier, getting a little more desperate. ]
Beyond okay.
[ His grip tightens in Bucky's hair and he pulls him in for another kiss. ]
Please don't stop.
[ There's so much want that he can't keep out of his voice, but it's still soft. It's still a request and not a command, even he's pressing another kiss to Bucky's lips. The kisses are getting sloppier, a little needier and more desperate because Steve can't focus on anything but how good this feels. He could probably just do this and it would be enough to get off. ]
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The way Steve pulls him in makes him gasp though, a noise he presses right against skin as his hips rock against Steve’s, hard. More of that is most certainly welcome, and surely Bucky can’t be blamed for how he just wants to rock together like this, to feel Steve’s cock against his own.]
No stopping Steve, promise. Not unless you tell me to.
[It’s murmured into the next kiss, sloppy thing that it is but he even likes that, likes how Steve’s losing some of his composure already. Bucky kind of wants to take him apart piece by piece but that’s not something they should try before talking about it first. Even so he really, really likes how they’re driving each other higher, likes how their bodies just fit so well together. Likes how Steve’s body responds to his own.]
So many things I want to do with you, you have no idea.
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His hand slides over the swell of Bucky's ass, down his muscular thigh and back up. His touches aren't unsure or teasing now. They're warm and insistent, pressing into flesh like he wants to learn every inch of it. ]
I probably want to do them all, too.
[ Even as he can't stop kissing Bucky long enough to do more than mumble against his lips, Steve is laughing because he is just so damn happy to be here with Bucky. His other hand slides from Bucky's hair to slide over his shoulder and down his chest, blunt nails dragging lightly over his skin. ]
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[As if there's any actual danger of that, really. They haven't been able to stop touching since they started, and Bucky's pretty sure they're not going to stop any time soon. He's just that drawn to Steve and what they could do together — what they are doing together.
What's suggested that they could do together, as Steve's hand wanders over his ass. Bucky's eyes fall half-closed and a shaky moan escapes him. He's obviously quite interested in a hell of a lot more of that, and in figuring out exactly how to go about things.
Does he even have lube? Should he even be thinking about taking things that far? Admittedly, when Steve's hips rock against his, when their erections grind together, it's hard (haha) to not think about it.
And Bucky can't help the delighted laugh that joins Steve's, when Steve's hand starts to wander over his chest. More of that yes please; he tries to press against that hand, to encourage Steve to explore. Even the idea of Steve exploring him is hot, never mind how it actually feels to have those hands against his skin. He wants to feel them all over, wants to feel Steve everywhere.
He should probably actually say that, shouldn't he?]
Just keep touching me—
[Well, close enough.]
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The hand on Bucky's chest moves back and forth, but it's moving decidedly lower as it goes. He's trying to explore ever inch of skin, paying special attention any time Bucky's body seems to respond to him. The touch gets more bold as he goes, dragging over abs and stopping just short of his erection. ]
That was my plan.
[ His kisses are growing more insistent, moving down Bucky's jaw again. ]
God, Bucky, I want to make you feel so good. Will you let me?
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Maybe they should've been doing this from the very start.
It doesn't matter now though; what matters is that they're touching, kissing, getting closer and closer. That Steve's working him higher even as Bucky's trying to do the same. That they're probably going to get each other off like this and Bucky dearly hopes that's not the only thing they'll get up to tonight.]
Yes. Yes please.
[He lets his head fall back, opening up the line of his jaw and throat for Steve's attentions. Hands press against skin, one mirroring Steve's actions in snaking down his best while the other sinks into Steve's hair. Subtle pressure at the back of Steve's skull is meant to encourage him for more every time he lingers somewhere Bucky particularly likes.]
I need you, need to feel you.
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