[ 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. ]
[Being with Steve like this is kind of like being home. Oh, it’s not the location, it’s more the comfort of being in his presence, of sharing these intimate bits with each other. It’s their nakedness, skin against skin and how they’re both shaped so differently than they used to be. It’s Bucky not hiding his arm, the damaged and scarred skin where metal joins to flesh. It’s quiet kisses and the press of hands exploring. It’s the shades of blue in Steve’s eyes, the curve of his lips, how his cheek pulls tight when he smiles. Bucky likes it all, wants it all, wants to exist inside of this moment for as long as they can.]
You are staying tonight, right?
[Because he doesn’t think he extended it as an actual offer and he kind of wants to hear it. Wants to curl up around Steve, wants to know what it’d be like to wake up to his smile in the morning. Not that he’s at all sleepy right now! No, he’s much too awake, much too interested in their exploration of each other, especially with how Steve looms over him now, how Steve kisses him. It’s got an edge to it, something a little more demanding than their previous kiss. And Bucky welcomes it, parting his lips with a groan, giving Steve everything he wants to take.]
Do you have any idea how good you are at that?
[That inclination to want, to take? It’s doing good things for Bucky. It’s doing very good things for Bucky.]
[ The more Bucky lets Steve in, the more he pushes and takes, only pulling back for air and to let Bucky speak. ]
I'm not going anywhere.
[ Presumptuous, maybe, but it's not like he's ever felt the need to ask about being here before. He'd already assumed he'd be staying the night because he can't imagine walking away from this, even when they are sated and tired. He wants to touch as much of Bucky for as long as he can.
He shifts against Bucky, skin sliding against skin, still a little slick and messy between them. God, he wants more of that and more of those little sounds Bucky made when Steve left that bruise and more of everything else he can possibly wring out of Bucky.
With a breathy hum, he ducks his head again to kiss that bruise and then he kisses his way to Bucky's shoulder. He kisses the angry scars that collect near the metal joint, because that's Bucky, too, and he loves it just as much as the rest of him. ]
There's a lot more thing I want to do for you.
[ For, not to. It's important to Steve that Bucky understands the difference. He wants this to be about making sure Bucky's pleasure is taken care of. ]
[He reaches up to run his hand through Steve’s hair, the gesture full of fondness for being able to touch like this. For being able to linger. For Steve wanting to touch him. For Steve confirming the stay, for the knowledge that they’ll really be sharing Bucky’s bed in a way that’s more intimate than any night over they’ve ever had.
For simply knowing that Steve is here. That Stevewantsto be here.
He sounds out when Steve shifts, something that's almost but not quite a moan and entirely stepped in contentment. It feels good to move against each other and it has nothing at all to do with arousal. Oh, there’s certainly physical attraction aplenty but this is more about the boundaries where Bucky ends and Steve begins — and how small, how nonexistent they can make those borders. And the way Steve’s kisses trail along his skin? It’s certainly a great start to that endeavor.]
Tell me?
[Because he hadn’t missed that little distinction. Steve has always been precise with his words; he says what he means and means what he says. And it’s a small thing, just one word, but it means so very much.]
[ Steve hadn't realized how simple things could feel so good. Bucky's fingers in his hair, Bucky's skin under his lips. It's all so simple, but it's part of a whole that Steve's letting himself drown in. Being here with Bucky is like a dream he'd never really expected to come true.
That little noise he gets out of Bucky, though, goes straight to his heart and he hums in reply as he shifts against Bucky again, feeling the heat of Bucky's skin and the motions of his breath rise and fall. He could probably get lost in just this--no sex, just the intimacy of the moment. ]
Still figuring it out.
[ Because he can be honest with Bucky that he's really working with theoretical knowledge here and while he's not naive, his experience is pretty limited to say the least. ]
I have some ideas of what I'd like to try, though.
[ He shifts down just a little to kiss Bucky's chest, hoping it's not too obvious that he's blushing. ]
I want to put my mouth on you. If that's something you'd want.
[ The wording feels so clunky and he almost laughs at himself, but everything seems so clinical or so vulgar and neither feels right for what's happening between him and Bucky right now. Maybe another time he'll try more vulgar words, but right now, he likes the slow, sweet air that's developed around them and he doesn't want to break that. ]
[There's so much to complicate their lives outside of this space, this room, this encounter. So much they both feel they need to do, so much responsibility they put on their own shoulders. But little by little Bucky is feeling some of that weight lift. It's like every kiss, every touch moves a little more of the pressure off of him; he hasn't felt this light in decades.
It's a good feeling.
And exploring like this is more than a little fun, watching Steve as he touches and kisses, watching what catches his attention the most. And touching him through it, hands against skin and hair and legs against legs. It's almost like Bucky's relearning his own body, rediscovering things about himself as Steve discovers them for the first time and it's an intoxicating feeling, more than he anticipated anything could be.]
I'd like to be the one who helps you with that figuring it out.
[His smile is a little lopsided and Bucky continues to play with Steve's hair as the other man trails kisses a little lower on his body. He thinks he has an idea of what Steve's meaning to do, and it's confirmed a moment later when he speaks — and he's not going to mention the blushing. It's actually a pretty good look for Steve!]
If you're asking if it's something I like, the answer's yes. There's a lot of places I'd like your mouth. [A beat.] Let me help you learn me?
[ With anyone else, Steve might have been more flustered or embarrassed about some of this, but this is Bucky, the man who sat with him when he was sick, helped keep a roof over his head and stood by him in countless fights. There had been very little he could imagine wanting to hide from Bucky in the first place and now that everything's out in the open, there's virtually nothing he wouldn't let Bucky see in him.
That he gets to figure out some of these things with Bucky is a gift. There's such comfort and intimacy and Steve just wants to find new ways to feel close in that.
He ducks his head to kiss Bucky's nipple. He'd definitely likely when Bucky had touched his. ]
Yeah, Buck, help me.
[ Then he glances up with a wicked little smile and licks Bucky's nipple. ]
[Bucky gets an elbow under himself, leverage to prop himself up just a bit — just enough to keep eyes on Steve, just enough to watch. And while he's never really been a voyeur, Bucky thinks he could very much like to watch Steve, in all things, in all ways. And most especially like this, when those eyes reflect eagerness and desire both.
And affection. Through everything they've done since the moment Steve had walked through the door, it's all been with no small amount of affection.
Bucky shivers at the touch of Steve's lips to sensitive skin, meeting his gaze when he looks up. And oh, he knows that smile. That smile has been the instigator of many a prank, many a fight, many of their shenanigans. Seeing it now when they're like this?
Bucky definitely approves.]
You're off to a pretty good start.
[A pleased noise gets pulled out of him with the hot drags of Steve's tongue and Bucky lets his shoulders shifts a little bit, enough to bring a slight arch to his back so he can press himself against Steve's mouth.]
Kissing, licking, nibbling, sucking — go wild Steve, have a little fun.
[ Steve can't help laughing and it's nice that they can do that, because this is fun and he's having a good time. He's glad to see obvious sighs that Bucky is, too, because this should be fun. There's no reason for them to be nervous or uncomfortable.
Maybe earlier when they'd been dancing, he might have been a little nervous, but once the kissing had really started, it had been hard to hold onto the nerve and the stiffness, because Bucky feels good and he looks good and he sounds good.
One of his free hands slides up Bucky's chest and shoulder to touch his jaw. But maybe Steve should go a little wild. He grazes his teeth over Bucky's nipple experimentally. ]
[Steve's laughter pulls a laugh out of Bucky and it's—
This is perfect. It's them as they always have been, laughter and smiles and all the warmth of their friendship but it's got this exciting new dimension now, this territory that they're just starting to explore and Bucky thinks he could want, need a hell of a lot more of this. They have all night, they have the morning after. They have until they decide they need to part and even then, Bucky knows this isn't a once and done. Steve's back in his life now. He's not going to let that go.
He turns into the touch at his jaw, pressing his lips against Steve's fingertips. A moment later he flicks his tongue against them, teasing and playful.]
Nngh— [Another one of those strangled noises, those half moans and Bucky's fingers tighten in Steve's hair. The verdict on teeth: very, very good.] I like your brand of fun.
[He shifts a leg, bending and half curling it around Steve and oh that feels good too, even better than he'd anticipated. It's intimate, it's a little sexy, and it's a whole lot more skin touching. All of those things are things that Bucky wants so very much.]
[ As far as Steve is concerned, they have the rest of their lives for this unless Bucky tells him to stop, because he knows he won't want to. He's never going to be done, never going to be satisfied in his need to be close to Bucky, especially not now that he's gotten a taste of what he looks and sounds and smells like in Steve's arms.
He can't help his own soft whine when Bucky starts licking his fingers and then Bucky's tugging at his hair and it turns into a groan. That has no right to feel as good as it does and maybe that's on Bucky and the little noises he makes and the way Steve's utterly surrounded by everything that Bucky is right now, but the little tug at his scalp has his skin tingling pleasantly. ]
Keep your hand there.
[ For the briefest moment, Steve presses back into that hand in his hair, but then he's ducking his head again, this time to tug at Bucky's nipple with his teeth. Bucky had said he likes a little roughness, but Steve is still being gentle with the sensitive flesh, still teasing and experimenting as that leg wraps around him and hell if that doesn't feel amazing. It feels like Bucky's inviting him in even more, exposed and open for Steve and that just has that warm, melty feeling back in Steve's chest.
Bucky makes Steve feel like he's won some sort of prize and Steve can't imagine ever deserving something this perfect, but Bucky deserves everything in the world and Steve wants desperately to be the one to give it to him. ]
[If Bucky sounds delighted by the discovery, it's because he is. Discovering things with Steve, learning him, learning what he likes promises to be a fun adventure. And like this, when they're naked and Bucky's starting to want a little? He can't think of anything he'd rather be doing, especially not when Steve's so responsive. That hand in his hair combs through the strands a little bit before tugging again — a little harder this time, though he's still trying to be careful not to hurt.
At the graze of teeth though he might have tugged a little harder than planned. Oops?]
Feels good. Feels really good.
[Above all he wants Steve to know that this is something he very much wants. He's never really kept anything from Steve — not counting that time when his mind wasn't his own — and while Bucky normally isn't an overly vocal lover, he doesn't mind at all telling Steve exactly what works and what feels the best. And he most certainly doesn't mind welcoming Steve against his body, opening himself up in whatever way his partner wants to explore.
He lets his tongue get a little bit more involved with Steve's fingers, tracing the shape of each one, licking between them. Eventually he draws two of the digits into his mouth to suck at them, experimental. Seeing if it's something Steve likes, something he could want. Seeing if it feels good. Seeing if he'll take it as a hint for what Bucky would like to do to another part of his anatomy later.]
[ The question has Steve humming in agreement, because his mouth is a little busy, but he really does like it and not just the sensation of having his hair tugged a little, but also the feeling of it being Bucky's reaction to what Steve is doing to him. He loves the idea of making Bucky feel so good he loses control a little, tugs a little too hard or moans a little too loud, because Steve can take it and he likes it and that's something new he's learning about himself, but it's certainly not unpleasant.
He pauses to sooth Bucky's nipple with his tongue and then he kisses it, but then Bucky starts sucking on his fingers and he really had been expecting something like that to be so hot, but here he is with heat growing in his stomach again as he lets out a shaky breath against Bucky's skin that almost turns into another whine. ]
Mmm. God, that is--[ He breaks off in a laugh, kissing Bucky's skin. ]
Do you have any idea what you're doing to me?
[ But then turnabout is fair play, right? Steve kisses his way to Bucky's other nipple before taking it in his lips and sucking gently. ]
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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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You are staying tonight, right?
[Because he doesn’t think he extended it as an actual offer and he kind of wants to hear it. Wants to curl up around Steve, wants to know what it’d be like to wake up to his smile in the morning. Not that he’s at all sleepy right now! No, he’s much too awake, much too interested in their exploration of each other, especially with how Steve looms over him now, how Steve kisses him. It’s got an edge to it, something a little more demanding than their previous kiss. And Bucky welcomes it, parting his lips with a groan, giving Steve everything he wants to take.]
Do you have any idea how good you are at that?
[That inclination to want, to take? It’s doing good things for Bucky. It’s doing very good things for Bucky.]
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I'm not going anywhere.
[ Presumptuous, maybe, but it's not like he's ever felt the need to ask about being here before. He'd already assumed he'd be staying the night because he can't imagine walking away from this, even when they are sated and tired. He wants to touch as much of Bucky for as long as he can.
He shifts against Bucky, skin sliding against skin, still a little slick and messy between them. God, he wants more of that and more of those little sounds Bucky made when Steve left that bruise and more of everything else he can possibly wring out of Bucky.
With a breathy hum, he ducks his head again to kiss that bruise and then he kisses his way to Bucky's shoulder. He kisses the angry scars that collect near the metal joint, because that's Bucky, too, and he loves it just as much as the rest of him. ]
There's a lot more thing I want to do for you.
[ For, not to. It's important to Steve that Bucky understands the difference. He wants this to be about making sure Bucky's pleasure is taken care of. ]
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[He reaches up to run his hand through Steve’s hair, the gesture full of fondness for being able to touch like this. For being able to linger. For Steve wanting to touch him. For Steve confirming the stay, for the knowledge that they’ll really be sharing Bucky’s bed in a way that’s more intimate than any night over they’ve ever had.
For simply knowing that Steve is here. That Stevewantsto be here.
He sounds out when Steve shifts, something that's almost but not quite a moan and entirely stepped in contentment. It feels good to move against each other and it has nothing at all to do with arousal. Oh, there’s certainly physical attraction aplenty but this is more about the boundaries where Bucky ends and Steve begins — and how small, how nonexistent they can make those borders. And the way Steve’s kisses trail along his skin? It’s certainly a great start to that endeavor.]
Tell me?
[Because he hadn’t missed that little distinction. Steve has always been precise with his words; he says what he means and means what he says. And it’s a small thing, just one word, but it means so very much.]
I want to know what you want too. What you like.
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That little noise he gets out of Bucky, though, goes straight to his heart and he hums in reply as he shifts against Bucky again, feeling the heat of Bucky's skin and the motions of his breath rise and fall. He could probably get lost in just this--no sex, just the intimacy of the moment. ]
Still figuring it out.
[ Because he can be honest with Bucky that he's really working with theoretical knowledge here and while he's not naive, his experience is pretty limited to say the least. ]
I have some ideas of what I'd like to try, though.
[ He shifts down just a little to kiss Bucky's chest, hoping it's not too obvious that he's blushing. ]
I want to put my mouth on you. If that's something you'd want.
[ The wording feels so clunky and he almost laughs at himself, but everything seems so clinical or so vulgar and neither feels right for what's happening between him and Bucky right now. Maybe another time he'll try more vulgar words, but right now, he likes the slow, sweet air that's developed around them and he doesn't want to break that. ]
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It's a good feeling.
And exploring like this is more than a little fun, watching Steve as he touches and kisses, watching what catches his attention the most. And touching him through it, hands against skin and hair and legs against legs. It's almost like Bucky's relearning his own body, rediscovering things about himself as Steve discovers them for the first time and it's an intoxicating feeling, more than he anticipated anything could be.]
I'd like to be the one who helps you with that figuring it out.
[His smile is a little lopsided and Bucky continues to play with Steve's hair as the other man trails kisses a little lower on his body. He thinks he has an idea of what Steve's meaning to do, and it's confirmed a moment later when he speaks — and he's not going to mention the blushing. It's actually a pretty good look for Steve!]
If you're asking if it's something I like, the answer's yes. There's a lot of places I'd like your mouth. [A beat.] Let me help you learn me?
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That he gets to figure out some of these things with Bucky is a gift. There's such comfort and intimacy and Steve just wants to find new ways to feel close in that.
He ducks his head to kiss Bucky's nipple. He'd definitely likely when Bucky had touched his. ]
Yeah, Buck, help me.
[ Then he glances up with a wicked little smile and licks Bucky's nipple. ]
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And affection. Through everything they've done since the moment Steve had walked through the door, it's all been with no small amount of affection.
Bucky shivers at the touch of Steve's lips to sensitive skin, meeting his gaze when he looks up. And oh, he knows that smile. That smile has been the instigator of many a prank, many a fight, many of their shenanigans. Seeing it now when they're like this?
Bucky definitely approves.]
You're off to a pretty good start.
[A pleased noise gets pulled out of him with the hot drags of Steve's tongue and Bucky lets his shoulders shifts a little bit, enough to bring a slight arch to his back so he can press himself against Steve's mouth.]
Kissing, licking, nibbling, sucking — go wild Steve, have a little fun.
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[ Steve can't help laughing and it's nice that they can do that, because this is fun and he's having a good time. He's glad to see obvious sighs that Bucky is, too, because this should be fun. There's no reason for them to be nervous or uncomfortable.
Maybe earlier when they'd been dancing, he might have been a little nervous, but once the kissing had really started, it had been hard to hold onto the nerve and the stiffness, because Bucky feels good and he looks good and he sounds good.
One of his free hands slides up Bucky's chest and shoulder to touch his jaw. But maybe Steve should go a little wild. He grazes his teeth over Bucky's nipple experimentally. ]
Look at me having all this fun.
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This is perfect. It's them as they always have been, laughter and smiles and all the warmth of their friendship but it's got this exciting new dimension now, this territory that they're just starting to explore and Bucky thinks he could want, need a hell of a lot more of this. They have all night, they have the morning after. They have until they decide they need to part and even then, Bucky knows this isn't a once and done. Steve's back in his life now. He's not going to let that go.
He turns into the touch at his jaw, pressing his lips against Steve's fingertips. A moment later he flicks his tongue against them, teasing and playful.]
Nngh— [Another one of those strangled noises, those half moans and Bucky's fingers tighten in Steve's hair. The verdict on teeth: very, very good.] I like your brand of fun.
[He shifts a leg, bending and half curling it around Steve and oh that feels good too, even better than he'd anticipated. It's intimate, it's a little sexy, and it's a whole lot more skin touching. All of those things are things that Bucky wants so very much.]
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He can't help his own soft whine when Bucky starts licking his fingers and then Bucky's tugging at his hair and it turns into a groan. That has no right to feel as good as it does and maybe that's on Bucky and the little noises he makes and the way Steve's utterly surrounded by everything that Bucky is right now, but the little tug at his scalp has his skin tingling pleasantly. ]
Keep your hand there.
[ For the briefest moment, Steve presses back into that hand in his hair, but then he's ducking his head again, this time to tug at Bucky's nipple with his teeth. Bucky had said he likes a little roughness, but Steve is still being gentle with the sensitive flesh, still teasing and experimenting as that leg wraps around him and hell if that doesn't feel amazing. It feels like Bucky's inviting him in even more, exposed and open for Steve and that just has that warm, melty feeling back in Steve's chest.
Bucky makes Steve feel like he's won some sort of prize and Steve can't imagine ever deserving something this perfect, but Bucky deserves everything in the world and Steve wants desperately to be the one to give it to him. ]
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[If Bucky sounds delighted by the discovery, it's because he is. Discovering things with Steve, learning him, learning what he likes promises to be a fun adventure. And like this, when they're naked and Bucky's starting to want a little? He can't think of anything he'd rather be doing, especially not when Steve's so responsive. That hand in his hair combs through the strands a little bit before tugging again — a little harder this time, though he's still trying to be careful not to hurt.
At the graze of teeth though he might have tugged a little harder than planned. Oops?]
Feels good. Feels really good.
[Above all he wants Steve to know that this is something he very much wants. He's never really kept anything from Steve — not counting that time when his mind wasn't his own — and while Bucky normally isn't an overly vocal lover, he doesn't mind at all telling Steve exactly what works and what feels the best. And he most certainly doesn't mind welcoming Steve against his body, opening himself up in whatever way his partner wants to explore.
He lets his tongue get a little bit more involved with Steve's fingers, tracing the shape of each one, licking between them. Eventually he draws two of the digits into his mouth to suck at them, experimental. Seeing if it's something Steve likes, something he could want. Seeing if it feels good. Seeing if he'll take it as a hint for what Bucky would like to do to another part of his anatomy later.]
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He pauses to sooth Bucky's nipple with his tongue and then he kisses it, but then Bucky starts sucking on his fingers and he really had been expecting something like that to be so hot, but here he is with heat growing in his stomach again as he lets out a shaky breath against Bucky's skin that almost turns into another whine. ]
Mmm. God, that is--[ He breaks off in a laugh, kissing Bucky's skin. ]
Do you have any idea what you're doing to me?
[ But then turnabout is fair play, right? Steve kisses his way to Bucky's other nipple before taking it in his lips and sucking gently. ]
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