[ 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.]
[ Steve kisses and nips Bucky's jaw, getting a little more enthusiastic as he feels Bucky's fingers in his hair urging him on. His whole body feels so sensitive and he loves the feeling against his scalp. Bucky's insistent fingers have him stopping to pay extra attention to the most sensitive spots he can find, especially as he moves down to Bucky's throat. ]
'M right here, Buck.
[ That hand on Bucky's stomach moves lower, knuckles brushing Bucky's dick, almost teasing. ]
Let me take care of you.
[ He wraps his fingers around Bucky carefully and keeps pressing kisses into Bucky's throat. While he's definitely never done this before, he knows enough about what he likes to figure it out.
Desperate and wanting as he feels, more and more of his focus is shifting towards Bucky and making sure Bucky feels good. ]
Right there. [A quiet little plea, moaned out when Steve lingers at a spot against the side of his neck. Can he feel the pounding of Bucky’s pulse under his lips? Bucky’s not sure; all he knows is that he likes it.] Harder. Mark me.
[Not that bruises last long with his metabolism but that doesn’t matter. What matters is feeling Steve through every inch of skin, permeating every pore. What matters is letting Steve explore, a breathless little laugh escaping him when he feels knuckles tease against him.]
I want— yes.
[Wants Steve’s hand curled around him, wants Steve touching him. Wants Steve to jack him off, wants to do the same for Steve. Wants to do so much more, but they have to start somewhere, right? And if somewhere is Steve’s hand wrapped around his dick, his own hand trailing down Steve’s torso to do the same, that’s certainly not a bad start.]
[ How could Steve pass up a request like that? There's a possessive urge in him that loves the idea of leaving something on Bucky's body that makes it clear that he's spoken for. The kisses on Bucky's throat turn a little rougher until he's sucking a mark into the skin, teeth grazing over the mark that he knows can't last, but he wants it there for now. ]
Then touch me.
[ There's humor in his voice, even half-wrecked, as he works his hand on Bucky, steady and just a little too slow. He doesn't want to tease, but he doesn't want this to be over too quickly, either. His mind can't help wandering to all the things he wants to try with Bucky later. God, the idea of getting his mouth on Bucky is intoxicating. There's nothing he doesn't want to try just to see what Bucky likes. ]
[The rougher Steve gets, the louder Bucky gets; it's a feedback loop of sorts, pleasure expressed for pleasure given. And it's probably clear that Bucky definitely doesn't mind a little bit of roughness in this kind of play.
Possessiveness is a very good look for Steve.
But he can't help the smile at hearing the humor in Steve's voice, the simplicity of those three words that are anything but simple. Bucky hesitates for just a moment before brushing his left hand along Steve's length. It's exploratory, a testing of the waters, seeing if Steve wants to feel this — or if he'd prefer flesh and blood, the warmth unique to skin.]
[ The metal hand feels different, but it's not a bad thing and Steve's too into this to think about anything other than the fact that he trusts Bucky. He's seen Bucky do terrible things with that hand, but he's also seen how gentle Bucky can be with it.
He presses his face into Bucky's throat, right where the mark he'd just left is, and moans, teeth playing at Bucky's skin again like he can't get enough of his taste. ]
I don't want to stop, either.
[ He rubs his thumb over the head of Bucky's dick, trying it out, and pulls back just enough to see Bucky's face again. He can't help wondering if Bucky looks as wrecked as he's sure he must. ]
[Steve's not shying away or discouraging him in any way so Bucky lets his touch become more substantial, fingers curling around Steve, learning his shape, his weight. Paying attention to his sounds, to the movements of his body to learn what he likes, what feels the best. And he does want to give Steve what feels best, wants to know what it would be like to have Steve come completely undone for him. Because of him.
To know what it would be like to fall apart for Steve.
And he doesn't have to bother with fantasies; it's here, they're both here and jerking each other off and a part of him would laugh if he had enough attention to spare for it.]
Nngh—
[A soft noise, something between a sigh and a moan escapes him at the teasing of Steve's thumb. His lips part around the sound and stay parted enough for his tongue to flick out over them, an action that's probably a little more teasing than he means for it to be. It's clear from his expression how much Steve's touch is affecting him; for all of Bucky's earlier confidence, for all of his current desire, there's something of wonder that he even gets to have this at all. That he might, just maybe, get to hold Steve even closer.]
[ The sight of Bucky like this only makes Steve more aware of everything. His skin is hot and flushed against the cool air in the room and Bucky's hand has a slow, steady pressure building low in his gut. His free hand is still moving over Bucky's back, urging and caressing his skin, exploring the strong muscles in his back and then down again to the curve of his ass and Steve can't get enough of what Bucky's body feels like under his hands.
Meanwhile, his teasing has moved onto a more earnest attempt to get Bucky off as he moves his hand over Bucky's dick. He tips his head forward until their foreheads are touching and meets Bucky's eyes for a moment before he switches his focus to looking down at what their hands look like on each other and his breath hitches. ]
Do you have any idea what you look like right now?
[ His eyes meet Bucky's again and he presses in for a hungry kiss. ]
[It's like the world is speeding up and slowing down all at once, like he's hyperaware of the tiny little things, the drag of calluses against skin, the ridge here and there of a scar not yet completely healed, the catch of metal against skin versus what he can feel of Steve's body with his other hand. All of these things, all of his awareness is centered down on Steve and on how it feels to touch and be touched. How beautiful the sound of their breaths growing heavier. How the grasp and slide of hands becomes more substantial, more wanting, more possessive. How the bruise Steve left on his skin still throbs.
How Steve leans close and Bucky huffs an amused noise into the space between them. His own gaze is caught up in the look on Steve's face, the pleasure painted there and knowing he's the reason for it. That he can have not only this, but maybe more. They have the whole night, after all.]
Know what you look like. You're all I need—
[The smirk isn't long to stay though, just because he'd rather meet Steve in that kiss. It's hungry and wanting and more than a little inelegant but that doesn't matter because it feels so damn good. And better all of it, between their kisses and the way Steve'd body presses against his own, the way Steve works him higher and higher? It doesn't take much for Bucky to fall, hips rocking against Steve's fist, a cry on his lips that twists and tangles around Steve's name.]
[ Steve works him through it, staying close and feeling Bucky's release more than seeing it, because he doesn't want to lose the closeness. They're breathing the same air, faces so close that Steve's eyes couldn't focus on Bucky's even if he wanted to.
He's so close himself. He just needs a little more of a push and he can feel it as he presses his lips to Bucky's jaw with clumsy affection, gasping Bucky's name halfway through the effort.
Everything about this is perfect. Bucky is perfect and always has been to Steve. Nothing will ever change that, he thinks, and he can't believe it took them so long to get here, but as much as he wants this to last, it can't and before he's ready, the pleasure hits him and he's moaning into his throat with a shaky sigh. ]
[It's not just the high of orgasm. That's certainly a part of it, the lightning that races along his nerves and fuels the arch of his body against Steve's. It's the fact that it's because of Steve that he found that high, because of Steve that he feels so good.
It's the fact that his hand is still curled around Steve's dick, that Steve is still pressing close and chasing his own pleasure.
He tightens his grip just a little, just enough. His other hand roams over hot skin, pressing Steve closer, encouraging him for more. And then he's feeling Steve's moan against his throat, feeling the throb and pulse of his orgasm as it hits. Bucky shivers a little, a reaction to Steve falling apart for him. And he tries to work his partner through it, tries to read those shudders that run through Steve's frame so that he can give his partner everything he needs. Everything he wants.
It's still kind of mind blowing that Steve even wants him like this.
It's going to take a little bit for his breathing to come back under control, for him to even want to move. And movement, when it comes, isn't going to be far at all; it's going to be to find Steve's lips with his own, to share kisses filled with affection and happiness at what they've shared. At what he still wants to share.
Words, when they come, are soft and filled with wonder.]
[ Steve lets some of his weight sag against Bucky. His whole body feels loose and lazy in a way he can't remember ever feeling before. That's not just about a shared orgasm, either. He's just so happy.
For a few long moments, he lets himself just breath in the smell of sex and Bucky. Bucky's hair is tickling his cheek and his breath is all Steve can hear other than his own heavy breaths and he thinks that he could just lie here forever and he'd be content. He's got everything he needs.
Once he's regained some motor skills, he wipes his hand off on the bedding and finds Bucky's skin again, fingers teasing over his hip and thigh as he meets Bucky in that kiss.
His voice is warm, almost dreamy. ]
Just so we're clear, I'm going to want to do that again.
[ That and so much more. He's not done with Bucky, not by a long shot. Done might not be in the Bucky-related vocabulary.
Then he pulls back enough to get a good look at Bucky again. His face is nothing but content and fond, but he almost laughs when he catches sight of Bucky's neck and brings his hand up to touch the bruise. ]
[Coming down together like this is just perfect. He's wrapped up in Steve, they're the center of each other's world right now and Bucky doesn't even care about cleaning up their mess. It's enough to wipe hands on the bedding, enough to pull Steve closer again so that they can just snuggle right in with each other. And Bucky thinks he could very much be a snuggler like this, with this man.
If part of that snuggling is just staring at Steve, memorizing again all the details of his face, his expression? Well, surely he can't be blamed.
The words make Bucky laugh though, an amused little chuckle that he presses right to Steve's lips in another kiss.]
Me too. And a hell of a lot more.
[Though right now he's content to drift in this lassitude, the laziness of the post-orgasmic high washing through him. His hands still wander over Steve's body but without the urgency of earlier. It's a quieter exploration now, something that's soft and wants to linger. And why not? They have the time.
A soft hiss escapes him as Steve fingers that bruise though. It's absolutely not a sound of pain though, not by a long shot.]
I hope that's your way of saying you're gonna be doing a lot more of that.
[ This is perfect. There's no other way to put it. Steve just wants to lie here and memorize everything about Bucky, from the way he's breathing to the way his skin feels under Steve's fingers. The reality of touching Bucky like this far outweighs any fantasy he ever could have possibly had and now they're warm and laughing together in a way that feels like coming home to Steve.
His fingers linger on that bruise, touching it gently and marveling at Bucky's reaction. ]
You really like that, don't you?
[ He's caught somewhere between being impressed and teasing Bucky just a little, but he'd be lying if he said he hadn't been just as into it. There's a part of him that likes the idea of marking Bucky up, giving Bucky reminders of Steve on his body. In some ways, they've belonged to each other for a long time. ]
What else do you like, Buck? I want to do all of it.
[ His voice is soft as he leans in for another lazy kiss. Coming home is definitely the right way to describe how he feels right now. ]
[There's something amazingly warm about just lingering like this, about the quiet lassitude that follows orgasm, and about sharing it together. Bucky's walls are down — not that they've been up particularly high around Steve anyway, but still — and his smile is full of fond affection as they exchange soft touches and quiet looks. He thinks he could get very used to this and that's quite the thought to have, period.
His eyes flicker down and a little color rises in his cheeks as Steve's fingertips linger against the bruise he'd left, the mark that Bucky knows will have mostly faded by morning. His own hand raises, covering Steve's, pressing his touch more against skin.]
You have no idea.
[It's probably going to be something he'll have to explain, or try to at least. But not right now; right now is for trading lazy kisses back and forth, for pressing even closer to Steve so they can tangle together even more than they already are. It's for running his hand through Steve's hair, down to the nape of his neck, down his back to trace the bumps of his spine. He's so damn comfortable that it wouldn't matter if the entire world blew up; nothing is going to tear him away from Steve's side.]
I like a lot of things. [He smirks a little bit, leans in for another kiss, this one a quick peck on Steve's lips.] Probably more than we can fit in one night... we're just going to have to keep doing this again and again.
[ Steve would like to think he has at least some idea how much Bucky had liked it if the noises he'd made had been anything to go on. His plan is to find more ways to draw those sounds out of Bucky, too, because he'd loved hearing them. He wonders how long he could spend just doing that; finding all the little places on Bucky's body that drive his crazy and make him fall apart. How long could Steve touch him and tease him before one of them has to give in?
He licks his lips at the thought. ]
Is that a challenge?
[ With languid post-orgasm movements, Steve rolls them a little so that he's leaning over Bucky, but still pressed just as close. When he kisses Bucky now, it's longer, lingering but still sweet. He hasn't been able to stop touching Bucky since the moment they started dancing and he can't believe that they've gone this long without touching each other like this because it just feel so right. ]
Because I don't know if you've noticed, but I don't back down from most of those.
[If discovering all the ways they can touch, all the sounds they can pull out of each other is to be a theme of the night? Well, Bucky certainly isn't objecting. He's more than willing to the exercise, eager to touch Steve, eager to be touched. And eager to share this quiet warmth, the laziness between rounds because he's pretty sure that neither of them is done for the night — and that's a nice thought too, exploring their limits with each other.
He winks at his partner; it's probably pretty cheesy but he doesn't care because that fits them just as well as everything else.]
Might be.
[Steve puts him on his back and Bucky doesn't resist it, doesn't mind it. Welcomes it in fact, welcomes Steve's weight pressing down on him and that's trust indeed that he can be so vulnerable around someone. That he wants to be. That Steve is safe; that he's warm and solid and so very real and Bucky can slide his arms around to Steve's back, fingers splayed against smooth skin as they indulge in another round of kissing.]
I'm kind of counting on that you know.
[There's mischief in his smile as fingertips trace patterns to either side of Steve's spine, mischief and a fair bit of curiosity to see where Steve will take this.]
[ If anyone is going to mind cheesiness, it's not Steve. Bucky indulging in it like that makes Steve's heart race in the most impossible ways. He's such a dork. They both are and Steve loves it.
He presses Bucky into the mattress, not ready to do anything sexual again so quickly, but still wanting to touch as much of Bucky as he can. They fit together so well as they kiss, like piece of a puzzle that had been separated for too long. ]
Well I don't want to let you down.
[ Bucky's skin is too inviting and Steve starts to kiss over his jaw again, gentle and affectionate little kisses and the occasional drag of lips or even his nose on Bucky's throat. He kisses the mark he's left there and that's something he can't stop staring at every time he catches sight of it again because not only did he do that, but Bucky really liked it. ]
Did you like that I was paying attention to your neck?
[ Another kiss over the mark, this one a little more lingering. ]
[It feels so good to be together like this: in Bucky's bed, tangled together, the warmth of Steve's weight atop him. There's something special about it, something that goes back decades and reminds him of couch cushions on the floor and shenanigans aplenty. It's not quite what they were then but there are definite shades of that closeness, that friendship, that trust in each other.
His hands explore the shape of Steve's back, how muscle has given more definition to his form. It's something he wants to learn: the boundaries of Steve's shape, how and where he likes to be touched. What feels good, and what feels better than just good.]
You never have. I don't think you could.
[It might be a flattering statement but it's an honest one, wrapped up with affection and friendship and this warm thing between them that's just growing warmer with every shared look, every careful touch. Bucky tips his head to the side, giving Steve all the room he wants to explore, sighing softly as lips play against his skin.]
Mm? Both.
[A quiet chuckle bubbles through him as Steve lingers over the bruise; it still stings a little and that's perfect.]
I like having my neck kissed. And sometimes I like to play a little rough. Not something I need all the time, but it feels damn good.
[He tugs Steve up, enough to be able to drop a kiss on his lips.]
Feels even better because it's you. You've left so many marks on me Steve, from when we were kids to now. This one's just visible. [His smile turns a little sly.] And I kind of like seeing you get a little possessive.
[ It probably says a lot for how emotionally fulfilling his relationship with Bucky had always been that Steve really hadn't felt much of a pull to seek out romance when they'd been younger, even when there hadn't been much of a pull for in between the two of them. Sure, Steve had had his feelings, buttoned up tight where he'd hoped no one else could find them, but they hadn't been returns as far as he'd known and he hadn't cared. Bucky had been enough. He's always been enough.
The hands mapping out his skin are like being welcomed home, the simple touch so intimate and welcome that Steve's not sure how he went so long without it. He shows Bucky equal affection as he kisses Bucky's skin and presses their bodies together like he thinks if they stayed like this long enough they could become one person.
He lets Bucky tug him into another kiss again, though. There's not much he wouldn't indulge Bucky in, especially right now with their bodies pressed so close and Bucky so soft and relaxed beneath him.
All the things that Bucky's saying he likes, Steve is filing away for later use. Kiss Bucky's neck, be a little rough sometimes. ]
You do, huh?
[ That Bucky likes Steve being possessive, he can definitely work with. He can't really imagine being like that towards someone who wasn't expressly asking for it. That's just not who Steve is, but knowing Bucky likes it sets a little fire in him and he presses in for another kiss with a smirk. This kiss is a little demanding, a little more heated and pushy than the soft kisses they've been exchanging. This is something Steve is taking. ]
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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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[ Steve kisses and nips Bucky's jaw, getting a little more enthusiastic as he feels Bucky's fingers in his hair urging him on. His whole body feels so sensitive and he loves the feeling against his scalp. Bucky's insistent fingers have him stopping to pay extra attention to the most sensitive spots he can find, especially as he moves down to Bucky's throat. ]
'M right here, Buck.
[ That hand on Bucky's stomach moves lower, knuckles brushing Bucky's dick, almost teasing. ]
Let me take care of you.
[ He wraps his fingers around Bucky carefully and keeps pressing kisses into Bucky's throat. While he's definitely never done this before, he knows enough about what he likes to figure it out.
Desperate and wanting as he feels, more and more of his focus is shifting towards Bucky and making sure Bucky feels good. ]
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[Not that bruises last long with his metabolism but that doesn’t matter. What matters is feeling Steve through every inch of skin, permeating every pore. What matters is letting Steve explore, a breathless little laugh escaping him when he feels knuckles tease against him.]
I want— yes.
[Wants Steve’s hand curled around him, wants Steve touching him. Wants Steve to jack him off, wants to do the same for Steve. Wants to do so much more, but they have to start somewhere, right? And if somewhere is Steve’s hand wrapped around his dick, his own hand trailing down Steve’s torso to do the same, that’s certainly not a bad start.]
Want to touch you too.
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Then touch me.
[ There's humor in his voice, even half-wrecked, as he works his hand on Bucky, steady and just a little too slow. He doesn't want to tease, but he doesn't want this to be over too quickly, either. His mind can't help wandering to all the things he wants to try with Bucky later. God, the idea of getting his mouth on Bucky is intoxicating. There's nothing he doesn't want to try just to see what Bucky likes. ]
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Possessiveness is a very good look for Steve.
But he can't help the smile at hearing the humor in Steve's voice, the simplicity of those three words that are anything but simple. Bucky hesitates for just a moment before brushing his left hand along Steve's length. It's exploratory, a testing of the waters, seeing if Steve wants to feel this — or if he'd prefer flesh and blood, the warmth unique to skin.]
I don't want to stop touching you.
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He presses his face into Bucky's throat, right where the mark he'd just left is, and moans, teeth playing at Bucky's skin again like he can't get enough of his taste. ]
I don't want to stop, either.
[ He rubs his thumb over the head of Bucky's dick, trying it out, and pulls back just enough to see Bucky's face again. He can't help wondering if Bucky looks as wrecked as he's sure he must. ]
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To know what it would be like to fall apart for Steve.
And he doesn't have to bother with fantasies; it's here, they're both here and jerking each other off and a part of him would laugh if he had enough attention to spare for it.]
Nngh—
[A soft noise, something between a sigh and a moan escapes him at the teasing of Steve's thumb. His lips part around the sound and stay parted enough for his tongue to flick out over them, an action that's probably a little more teasing than he means for it to be. It's clear from his expression how much Steve's touch is affecting him; for all of Bucky's earlier confidence, for all of his current desire, there's something of wonder that he even gets to have this at all. That he might, just maybe, get to hold Steve even closer.]
You feel so good.
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Meanwhile, his teasing has moved onto a more earnest attempt to get Bucky off as he moves his hand over Bucky's dick. He tips his head forward until their foreheads are touching and meets Bucky's eyes for a moment before he switches his focus to looking down at what their hands look like on each other and his breath hitches. ]
Do you have any idea what you look like right now?
[ His eyes meet Bucky's again and he presses in for a hungry kiss. ]
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How Steve leans close and Bucky huffs an amused noise into the space between them. His own gaze is caught up in the look on Steve's face, the pleasure painted there and knowing he's the reason for it. That he can have not only this, but maybe more. They have the whole night, after all.]
Know what you look like. You're all I need—
[The smirk isn't long to stay though, just because he'd rather meet Steve in that kiss. It's hungry and wanting and more than a little inelegant but that doesn't matter because it feels so damn good. And better all of it, between their kisses and the way Steve'd body presses against his own, the way Steve works him higher and higher? It doesn't take much for Bucky to fall, hips rocking against Steve's fist, a cry on his lips that twists and tangles around Steve's name.]
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He's so close himself. He just needs a little more of a push and he can feel it as he presses his lips to Bucky's jaw with clumsy affection, gasping Bucky's name halfway through the effort.
Everything about this is perfect. Bucky is perfect and always has been to Steve. Nothing will ever change that, he thinks, and he can't believe it took them so long to get here, but as much as he wants this to last, it can't and before he's ready, the pleasure hits him and he's moaning into his throat with a shaky sigh. ]
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It's the fact that his hand is still curled around Steve's dick, that Steve is still pressing close and chasing his own pleasure.
He tightens his grip just a little, just enough. His other hand roams over hot skin, pressing Steve closer, encouraging him for more. And then he's feeling Steve's moan against his throat, feeling the throb and pulse of his orgasm as it hits. Bucky shivers a little, a reaction to Steve falling apart for him. And he tries to work his partner through it, tries to read those shudders that run through Steve's frame so that he can give his partner everything he needs. Everything he wants.
It's still kind of mind blowing that Steve even wants him like this.
It's going to take a little bit for his breathing to come back under control, for him to even want to move. And movement, when it comes, isn't going to be far at all; it's going to be to find Steve's lips with his own, to share kisses filled with affection and happiness at what they've shared. At what he still wants to share.
Words, when they come, are soft and filled with wonder.]
You're amazing.
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For a few long moments, he lets himself just breath in the smell of sex and Bucky. Bucky's hair is tickling his cheek and his breath is all Steve can hear other than his own heavy breaths and he thinks that he could just lie here forever and he'd be content. He's got everything he needs.
Once he's regained some motor skills, he wipes his hand off on the bedding and finds Bucky's skin again, fingers teasing over his hip and thigh as he meets Bucky in that kiss.
His voice is warm, almost dreamy. ]
Just so we're clear, I'm going to want to do that again.
[ That and so much more. He's not done with Bucky, not by a long shot. Done might not be in the Bucky-related vocabulary.
Then he pulls back enough to get a good look at Bucky again. His face is nothing but content and fond, but he almost laughs when he catches sight of Bucky's neck and brings his hand up to touch the bruise. ]
And I hope you like scarves.
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If part of that snuggling is just staring at Steve, memorizing again all the details of his face, his expression? Well, surely he can't be blamed.
The words make Bucky laugh though, an amused little chuckle that he presses right to Steve's lips in another kiss.]
Me too. And a hell of a lot more.
[Though right now he's content to drift in this lassitude, the laziness of the post-orgasmic high washing through him. His hands still wander over Steve's body but without the urgency of earlier. It's a quieter exploration now, something that's soft and wants to linger. And why not? They have the time.
A soft hiss escapes him as Steve fingers that bruise though. It's absolutely not a sound of pain though, not by a long shot.]
I hope that's your way of saying you're gonna be doing a lot more of that.
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His fingers linger on that bruise, touching it gently and marveling at Bucky's reaction. ]
You really like that, don't you?
[ He's caught somewhere between being impressed and teasing Bucky just a little, but he'd be lying if he said he hadn't been just as into it. There's a part of him that likes the idea of marking Bucky up, giving Bucky reminders of Steve on his body. In some ways, they've belonged to each other for a long time. ]
What else do you like, Buck? I want to do all of it.
[ His voice is soft as he leans in for another lazy kiss. Coming home is definitely the right way to describe how he feels right now. ]
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His eyes flicker down and a little color rises in his cheeks as Steve's fingertips linger against the bruise he'd left, the mark that Bucky knows will have mostly faded by morning. His own hand raises, covering Steve's, pressing his touch more against skin.]
You have no idea.
[It's probably going to be something he'll have to explain, or try to at least. But not right now; right now is for trading lazy kisses back and forth, for pressing even closer to Steve so they can tangle together even more than they already are. It's for running his hand through Steve's hair, down to the nape of his neck, down his back to trace the bumps of his spine. He's so damn comfortable that it wouldn't matter if the entire world blew up; nothing is going to tear him away from Steve's side.]
I like a lot of things. [He smirks a little bit, leans in for another kiss, this one a quick peck on Steve's lips.] Probably more than we can fit in one night... we're just going to have to keep doing this again and again.
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He licks his lips at the thought. ]
Is that a challenge?
[ With languid post-orgasm movements, Steve rolls them a little so that he's leaning over Bucky, but still pressed just as close. When he kisses Bucky now, it's longer, lingering but still sweet. He hasn't been able to stop touching Bucky since the moment they started dancing and he can't believe that they've gone this long without touching each other like this because it just feel so right. ]
Because I don't know if you've noticed, but I don't back down from most of those.
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He winks at his partner; it's probably pretty cheesy but he doesn't care because that fits them just as well as everything else.]
Might be.
[Steve puts him on his back and Bucky doesn't resist it, doesn't mind it. Welcomes it in fact, welcomes Steve's weight pressing down on him and that's trust indeed that he can be so vulnerable around someone. That he wants to be. That Steve is safe; that he's warm and solid and so very real and Bucky can slide his arms around to Steve's back, fingers splayed against smooth skin as they indulge in another round of kissing.]
I'm kind of counting on that you know.
[There's mischief in his smile as fingertips trace patterns to either side of Steve's spine, mischief and a fair bit of curiosity to see where Steve will take this.]
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He presses Bucky into the mattress, not ready to do anything sexual again so quickly, but still wanting to touch as much of Bucky as he can. They fit together so well as they kiss, like piece of a puzzle that had been separated for too long. ]
Well I don't want to let you down.
[ Bucky's skin is too inviting and Steve starts to kiss over his jaw again, gentle and affectionate little kisses and the occasional drag of lips or even his nose on Bucky's throat. He kisses the mark he's left there and that's something he can't stop staring at every time he catches sight of it again because not only did he do that, but Bucky really liked it. ]
Did you like that I was paying attention to your neck?
[ Another kiss over the mark, this one a little more lingering. ]
Or was it that I left a mark on you?
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His hands explore the shape of Steve's back, how muscle has given more definition to his form. It's something he wants to learn: the boundaries of Steve's shape, how and where he likes to be touched. What feels good, and what feels better than just good.]
You never have. I don't think you could.
[It might be a flattering statement but it's an honest one, wrapped up with affection and friendship and this warm thing between them that's just growing warmer with every shared look, every careful touch. Bucky tips his head to the side, giving Steve all the room he wants to explore, sighing softly as lips play against his skin.]
Mm? Both.
[A quiet chuckle bubbles through him as Steve lingers over the bruise; it still stings a little and that's perfect.]
I like having my neck kissed. And sometimes I like to play a little rough. Not something I need all the time, but it feels damn good.
[He tugs Steve up, enough to be able to drop a kiss on his lips.]
Feels even better because it's you. You've left so many marks on me Steve, from when we were kids to now. This one's just visible. [His smile turns a little sly.] And I kind of like seeing you get a little possessive.
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The hands mapping out his skin are like being welcomed home, the simple touch so intimate and welcome that Steve's not sure how he went so long without it. He shows Bucky equal affection as he kisses Bucky's skin and presses their bodies together like he thinks if they stayed like this long enough they could become one person.
He lets Bucky tug him into another kiss again, though. There's not much he wouldn't indulge Bucky in, especially right now with their bodies pressed so close and Bucky so soft and relaxed beneath him.
All the things that Bucky's saying he likes, Steve is filing away for later use. Kiss Bucky's neck, be a little rough sometimes. ]
You do, huh?
[ That Bucky likes Steve being possessive, he can definitely work with. He can't really imagine being like that towards someone who wasn't expressly asking for it. That's just not who Steve is, but knowing Bucky likes it sets a little fire in him and he presses in for another kiss with a smirk. This kiss is a little demanding, a little more heated and pushy than the soft kisses they've been exchanging. This is something Steve is taking. ]
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