[To the end of the line, it’s special to them in so many ways, spoken and unspoken. And this is an exciting new dimension of that promise, something that Bucky knows he’s going to want to explore over and over again because it’s always going to be exciting and new — like the way Steve moves down his body now, like the way he has to give up his attentions to those fingers. But he can’t even mind because this is Steve exploring him and that? That’s the most arousing thing he’s ever experienced.
The little flicker of tongue against his navel makes him laugh; it’s not quite ticklish but it’s close and it’s fun and he likes it. He really likes the way Steve tugs at his leg too, the firmness of his touch, what he feels in his hands. He’s always admired Steve’s hands: the hands of an artist wrapped around pencils and charcoals, the hands of a soldier giving strength to those in need. Now he has both that strength and that artistry focused on him and it’s almost too much to bear.
He only wants more and more of it.
He shifts his other leg so that Steve’s firmly between them, bracketed by Bucky’s thighs and that alone makes him shiver again, desire for Steve spiking higher. It’s a clear invitation, an implication of what more they can eventually do and what Bucky is pretty sure he wants to do with Steve.]
Steve, please—
[He’s not even entirely sure what he’s asking for, save that he wants more of Steve. However, whatever Steve wants to give of himself, Bucky is both eager and greedy for it.]
[ Steve's taken his hand back, but it's finding its way along Bucky's skin now, down over ribs and he's maybe a little too distracted to think about the fact that some of his fingers are a little wet now. He's much too focused on the sound of Bucky's laughter and that little plea that spills out of his mouth.
He pushes himself up a little at Bucky's words, though, to look him right in the eye. ]
Then you're going to be stuck with me for a long time.
[ With a little grin, he shimmies backwards a little so that he can kiss the inside of Bucky's knee and then another on his inner thigh. Being in between Bucky's legs like this makes his feel powerful and he doesn't plan to use that power for anything other than making sure Bucky makes a lot more beautiful noises. He trails kisses up the soft skin of Bucky's thigh. ]
Please what?
[ That wicked grin is back, because Steve knows that he's teasing. He knows full well where his mouth is going and nips a little at the delicate flesh under his mouth. ]
[He wouldn’t want it any other way, honestly. Wouldn’t want this with anyone else. Couldn’t. No one else has ever meant as much to him as Steve, no one else has ever made him feel so much.
No one else has ever driven him this high.
He should feel exposed like this — and he does, arousal fully on display for his partner but it’s not a vulnerable feeling, not with Steve. While Bucky feels on edge it’s only in the good ways, anticipation and lust and that overarching thread of fondness mingling in him. Muscles in his legs quiver with each kiss and nip and faintly he wonders where Steve learned to be such a wicked tease even as he lets his legs spread further, opens himself more for Steve. And he opens his mouth too, words spilling out of him, eager and faintly filthy and Bucky clearly has no problem with talking dirty or with telling Steve what he wants.]
Please suck me off Steve, I want you, want your mouth all over me. Mark me again, suck me off, lick me open, make me yours.
[ Well, Steve's not sure what he'd been expecting, but Bucky's words still surprise him a little. They're filthy and enticing and Steve loves it. Bucky's always had a bit of a filthy mouth, but having it turned on him like this is something else.
He bites Bucky's thigh, careful not to break skin that he knows is sensitive, and then he sucks at the spot in earnest. If Bucky wants another mark, Steve will give it to him. Steve will cover him in marks, claim every inch of him with kisses and bites until there's no question of how much they belong together. ]
So beautiful, Buck.
[ His hand teases at the bump of Bucky's hipbone, fingers teasing his stomach and brushing the side of his erection. There's a note of awe in his voice now, like he can't believe he's allowed to have this. ]
[An earnest agreement, something Bucky means down to the very heart of who he is. He’s obviously not inexperienced and surely Steve has picked up on it. But he’s never had a lover who’s made him feel anything near what Steve gives to him. His breathing gets heavier, eyes darker the more Steve teases and he can’t tear his gaze away from the sight of his best friend between his legs.
Damn, he just wants this man so much.
A little cry escapes him at that soft bite, the way Steve sucks in a bruise a moment later. Bucky remembers that he has a hand in Steve’s hair and tugs again, a whine accompanying the motion; his other hand flings itself across the bed, searching for a pillow and hauling it close to prop himself up. He wants to see this, needs to see more of Steve.
It takes his breath away when he does. Steve has always had a quiet intensity about him, a focus that he can narrow down so sharply onto an idea he gets in his head. To be the center of that focus, to have all of it turned completely on him is a feeling like no other. It’s arousing yes, but it’s also comfortable, like a heavy blanket on a cold day.
The sentiment in his friend’s voice makes the words Bucky wants to say catch in his throat. The only thing that comes out—
—is all that he really needs to say anyway:] Steve...
[ There's a breathless little laugh as he feels that tug in his hair. He's probably teased Bucky enough for now, even if it is fun.
He kisses over that newly-forming mark on Bucky's thigh and wraps his fingers around the base of Bucky's cock. This isn't something he's done before, but he's got an idea of it and everyone's got to start somewhere, right? He thinks Bucky is the best person to start with, maybe the only person he really wants to do something like this with, because he can't remember ever noticing another man the way he notices Bucky and there's something about this thing between them that isn't about that, anyway. It's about the two of them and the decades between them, even the ones that were ripped away. ]
I've got you.
[ There's nothing but fondness in the look he gives Bucky now. Well, there's also a healthy dose of want, but he's not teasing anymore.
He wraps his lips around Bucky's dick experimentally, tongue pressing at the tip. ]
[Which is probably one of the most important things they can say to each other. It’s something that’s always been there between them, something they don’t need to say, but the verbal affirmation is honestly just something Bucky enjoys. It says that no matter what, they have each other. They have this.
Maybe this is all they ever really needed anyway.
And things like inexperience? Doesn’t bother Bucky one bit. If anything he’s actually secretly kind of thrilled that he’s the one Steve is learning some of this with, that he gets to be Steve’s first — and hopefully his only, but that’s a serious discussion for when the clothes are on and lust isn’t riding both of them hard. It’s not for right now, not for Steve’s hand curling around him, for the look in Steve’s eyes. His own gaze softens a little, the hand tugging at hair shifting to more gently comb through the soft strands.]
Always. You’ve got me however you want me.
[He shudders when Steve’s lips close around him, can’t help his moan. Logically Bucky knows how hot Steve’s mouth is; they’d spent quite some time kissing, after all. But it feels ten times hotter now, like this. And while Steve might not have much in experience, his instincts serve him well.]
[ Steve makes a song noise in response. The sentiments here are so very mutual. He trusts Bucky in every way, couldn't say no to much with him and he thinks that Bucky must know that after everything he's done to keep Bucky safe and alive and with him, but he likes saying it, too.
Their friendship isn't the kind of thing everyone gets in life. Steve thinks maybe that's what people mean when they talk about soulmates. It's not about sex or romance, but finding the person who fits inside of all the holes you have and makes you feel whole in a way no one else can.
He takes more of Bucky into his mouth and everything he does is sloppy but careful. He has to remember to breath through his nose and watch out for his teeth, but there's something incredibly arousing about his mouth feeling so full and knowing that it's Bucky he's doing this for and Bucky he's smelling as he moves his tongue against the flesh in his mouth.
His free hand is rubbing Bucky's skin, hip to thigh. Even now, he can't stop touching Bucky. ]
[Bucky’s brain definitely isn’t firing on all cylinders right now, because having Steve like this is very distracting. Rational thought has definitely become optional; Bucky’s entire world has shrunk down to this room, to his bed, to having Steve with him, touching him, driving him crazy. It’s a little sloppy and he kind of adores that too, because it’s not perfect but it is perfectly them.
The hand in Steve’s hair continues to play while his other hand curves to Steve’s cheek, a gentle touch because he wants another point of contact, wants to touch even more than they already are. His breathing has gotten heavier and Bucky lets his moans fall free, interspersed with soft words of praise when Steve finds something he particularly likes.]
Like that, Stevie. [The stroke of his tongue, the barest hint of teeth against sensitive flesh. It all combines with the way Steve hasn’t stopped touching him, hasn’t stopped caressing skin that feels too hot, too small almost.] You feel so damn good—
[ Following whatever clues he can get from Bucky, Steve moves his mouth on him, paying careful attention to the noises Bucky makes and the way his muscles clench and move. Bucky's words of encouragement have Steve making his own pleased little noises around Bucky's dick.
There's something about getting Bucky to make those noises that makes Steve feel powerful in a very new way that muscles and a shield certainly never have, because he's doing this for Bucky and all he wants is to push Bucky over the edge and take care of him like this again and again, because there's no end point where Steve will be done showing Bucky exactly how he feels.
His hand is still rubbing encouragements against Bucky's skin, exploring with more and more confidence, and he hopes that Bucky will just keep touching him, too. Those fingers on his cheek feel so intimate and maybe that's ironic given what he's doing with his mouth, but that sweetness is nice. Steve's always been a little romantic. He can't help it. He wants love and affection and that doesn't have to be mutually exclusive from the dirty and sometimes a little rough. In fact, Steve can't imagine those things being enjoyable without the love and affection to make them a little lighter and a little more fun. ]
[Bucky can’t keep still under Steve. He’s doing his best not to rock his hips against Steve’s face, not wanting to overwhelm him with too much too soon, but the energy of those movements constrained still has to go somewhere and it expresses itself in the twitching in his limbs, the fingers that tighten in Steve’s hair. Bucky lets his head fall back, lips parted around a moan, and gives himself over to just feeling.
It’s the best blowjob he’s ever had, and that’s entirely because it’s Steve.
Those fingers at Steve’s cheek tremble, because it’s absolutely overwhelming to feel like this, to share this with the one person who means more to him than anything else in this world. He’s flying already and it’s all because of Steve, all for Steve. And he wants Steve to see him this way, wants to allow the intimacy that is coming undone, walls down and defenses lowered, pleasure written through every line of tension in him.
He gasps at a certain curl of Steve’s tongue, grasping at hair a little too harshly.]
Close— [A shudder ripples through him, expresses itself with a strong tug at Steve’s hair.] Steve, I’m close, I’m almost— Don’t stop, please, I need you—
[ Steve can already tell how close Bucky is from the trembling before Bucky tells him and he's high on the fact that he's doing this to Bucky, making him shake and moan and fall apart so beautifully and Steve wants to put in the extra effort to get Bucky there.
Bucky's pleading with him and Steve can't help moaning around Bucky's cock in response. He sucks a little harder, takes Bucky in a little deeper and works his tongue against him, all the while his own dick is hard and twitching with its own need.
Without the ability to verbally encourage Bucky, he does the next best thing he can think of and takes Bucky's hand in his, lacing his own fingers around Bucky's trembling ones and squeezing gently. He's here and he has no intention of stopping when Bucky's loud and desperate like this. He wants to give Bucky everything he needs. Bucky is worth every ounce of effort he has. ]
[It doesn't take him long at all to fall, not with how Steve works him so thoroughly. His hands, his mouth, the way he touches Bucky, the way he looks at him. All the little things Bucky notices in that moment: blond hair and blue eyes, fair skin stretched over strong cheekbones and slightly hollowed from sucking, the bulk of him settled between Bucky's legs like he belongs there.
As far as Bucky's concerned, he does.
It's when those fingers lace with his own, flesh against metal, that he stops holding back. There's such promise in the touch, such depth of feeling and Bucky shudders violently, hips rocking up as he surrenders to the feeling. It rips through him like a storm, fast and powerful and violent, and it leaves him shaking in its wake.]
Steve—
[It's about all he can manage to say right now, the name riding the heels of a moan; he's clearly going to need a minute.]
[ Steve works him through it the best he can. He chokes a little, but ignores it, winds up swallowing a little and having to wipe at his chin with the back of his hand and this is definitely not a moment of practice or finesse, but somehow it's still perfect and fun and completely hot and his other hand is still holding Bucky's metal one through the whole thing.
He can't help chuckling a little as he kisses Bucky's thigh and moves up his body carefully. ]
Still with me?
[ His weight is pressed against Bucky as he leans in to kiss Bucky's cheek and he's still hard, because how could he not be after that display? But he's not in a rush to take care of himself just yet, because Bucky's here warm and panting under Steve and Steve did that to him. He felt the way Bucky had been shaking, the way he'd said Steve's name.
Bucky's metal hand, he notes, does have its own unique weight to it, but it still feels so much like it's Bucky. It doesn't warrant more than a passing thought as he strokes his thumb over Bucky's hand. ]
[Bucky's not sure what he'd been expecting: for Steve to pull off and finish him with his hand, for Steve to swallow him down. It doesn't matter because the reality far surpasses anything of expectation with how hot it is, how good it feels to share this with Steve. How it's both filthy and intimate, how he just wants even more.
Maybe they're moving too fast, but Bucky doesn't care.
That little kiss to his thigh sees his hand tightening in Steve's hair again, another lazy shiver working its way through him. Afterglow is a very, very good thing.]
Wouldn't wanna be anywhere else.
[He turns his head at that kiss, trying to capture Steve's lips. It's a messy attempt considering how heavy his breathing still is but Bucky doesn't care because it's Steve and because he just wants more of this man. And honestly it's a high feeling Steve's erection pressed against him, knowing the kind of effect he has on Steve and knowing (hoping) that Steve wants to explore even more.
He's able to feel a little bit of that thumb stroking his hand and he squeezes the hand, gently.]
[ Steve might be a little in awe of what he just did to Bucky. The messy kiss and the panting and the way Bucky's body is still shifting and shuddering beneath him are just a lot to take in and it's all incredibly sexy, but it's also got that warm feeling settling in his chest, because he loves Bucky in ways he's never loved anyone else and he wants to share everything with him. He wants to explore every inch of Bucky's body and find all the ways he can make Bucky fall apart again like this. ]
So do you.
[ Maybe it's silly, but Steve hadn't realized anything could be like this. He hadn't realized that it was possible to feel this close to someone, but then Bucky's always been sort of the marker for that. Maybe he just hadn't realized that something like sex could bring him and Bucky even closer. Now that he knows, he can't imagine being without this.
He rests his head on Bucky's shoulder and kisses the skin he can reach with lazy affection. He's still hard, but he's not in a rush to take care of that yet. His focus is still on Bucky. ]
[Steve curls in against him, around him and it’s warm in ways Bucky hadn’t anticipated: the press of skin to skin, the blurring of the boundaries where one ends and the other begins. Bucky sighs, tugging their joined hands to his chest to rest over his heart, pulse gradually slowing as he remembers how to breathe.
He’s certainly not promiscuous, but Bucky’s no stranger to sex. Even so, it’s never felt like this before and he attributes that entirely to Steve.
A quiet noise rolls through him at Steve’s words, something that’s half a chuckle and full of affection.]
How do you want to be with me, Steve? What can I make come true for you?
[Because he can feel how hard his partner still is, and Bucky wants to give him the world.]
[ Feeling Bucky's heartbeat is amazing. After spending years thinking he'd lost Bucky and a few more knowing that Bucky was out there somewhere alone, being able to feel the proof of Bucky's vitality so close is amazing. Steve isn't going to get tired of little things like that, either.
Bucky's question sort of pulls his focus, though, because what a question. He doesn't know what he wants other than Bucky and he rocks his hips down in response. He has to think about it and if he needs to kiss Bucky's skin while he does that, that should be okay, right? ]
I think--I liked what you were doing to my fingers before.
[ He's flushed again, like he didn't just do that for Bucky. Asking for something feels a little different, but it doesn't feel wrong. He trusts Bucky to tell him if there's something he doesn't want to do. ]
[Kisses laid against Bucky's skin are more than okay. In Bucky's opinion it's the best way to think, and something that Steve should indulge in more often. Especially when it's accompanied by that roll of his hips, an action that sees Bucky shifting a little, rolling his own hips up to give Steve something more in friction and pressure.
He smiles though, when Steve answers. Not the wicked, teasing smile but something more gentle, more earnest — more welcoming of Steve's explorations, of his hesitance. He wants Steve to feel comfortable here, with him; he wants Steve to learn that it's okay to ask for what he wants, to not be afraid of discovering those wants with Bucky.
He tugs their joined hands to his lips, pressing kisses to each finger. He's not going to suck on them just yet though, and only because he can't do that and talk at the same time (and sometimes practicality needs to win out!).]
I can do that again. I can put my mouth on a lot more of you, if you'd like it.
[He rocks his hips again, leg shifting a little higher against Steve, opening himself a little more.]
Or we could— It's been a while, but I could show you how to open me up, how to fuck me. If you think you'd want that.
[He's not sure; it might be too much, or too fast. But there's nothing that Bucky wouldn't give to Steve, nothing that he doesn't want to try.]
[ Steve moans at the thought. He can't think in terms of too fast when it feels like they've been slowly circling this for so much of their lives. They've missed out on a lot, entire decades lost and the fact that they're awake and together again at the same time is some kind of miracle. Steve's let too much slip through his fingers. He's not going to lose Bucky again and he's not going to pass on things that he knows they both want. ]
I want that. I definitely want that.
[ He leans up to kiss Bucky and it's a little hot and needy, because Steve is hard and getting a hair desperate and he feels like Bucky's offering him the world. The idea of Bucky's body giving way beneath him and shuddering under him is more than he can really handle. ]
Show me. I don't want to hurt you.
[ His breaths are coming a little heavier now and he can't quite keep his hips still when there's such promise in Bucky's words and after the way he'd just watched Bucky come apart for him. He honestly feels a little out of control in a way he normally would run from, but he's here with Bucky and they both want this so much and after chasing after Bucky for so long, he's not going to make Bucky chase him. ]
[They should’ve been doing this years, decades ago; they shouldn’t have wasted all this time. And time is an uncertain thing for them both; tomorrow isn’t a guarantee. But they have today, tonight and Bucky means to make the most of it.
They can do it all again tomorrow. And the night after that, and the one after that as well. As much as Steve wants him, as many days and nights as he can give Bucky will do so and gladly.
And damn but he does want to know what it would feel like to feel Steve moving in him.
He returns each kiss breathlessly, lips parting for Steve, offering him everything. And Bucky’s mind is spinning off to the logistics; he’s pretty sure he has lube and if not, there’s lotion and that should work just as well. They’ll make it work. He wants it to work, because he wants this so very badly.]
You gonna be able to hold out?
[Steve’s hard against him, his kisses desperate and sloppy. Bucky’s free hand worms its way between them, lingering against his arousal, as he takes two fingers into his mouth to suck, hard and fast and with an edge of need.]
Or should I get you off and we’ll have a nice, slow fuck for round three?
[ He wants to tell Bucky that he can hold out, but Bucky's making a pretty hard case for why he shouldn't and making it harder to even try. His hips rock against Bucky's touch because Bucky's got his fingers in his mouth again and God, Steve feels like this alone could have him falling apart if he gets enough time with it.
There's a desperate, breathless little laugh that escapes him. If Bucky's playing with him, he can't really say that he even minds too much. ]
I think I like that option.
[ And if Bucky's mouth is a little busy, Steve can find other places to kiss. That bruise is still bright on Bucky's neck and that's really not making this any less hot as he kisses his way over Bucky's skin. ]
[Bucky is maybe teasing a little bit, but it’s playful and only because he wants Steve to enjoy this as much as possible, wants to make Steve feel just as good as he had. He wants to see Steve in orgasm again, shuddering and clinging, and he very much wants to be the reason for it.
Drawing off Steve’s fingers with a slick, obscene pop, he presses close enough to capture those lips again.]
I want everything with you, Steve. I want to show you everything I like, want to have you over and over again.
[Starting with shifting his grip on Steve’s hand so that he can better get to those fingers, kissing and licking and sucking, letting his mouth play all over the digits and even down the hand to kiss Steve’s palm, to nip the heel of his hand. His other hand curls properly around Steve’s length, playing with speed and pressure, seeing what draws the sweetest sounds out of his lover. He’s not sure yet if he should stroke Steve off or treat him to the heat of his mouth, let Steve feel what he did to Bucky. Mostly he’s just trying to read Steve’s reactions and follow what he seems to want the most.
And if that’s sucking on his fingers the way he’d suck a cock, then Bucky is more than happy to oblige.]
I want that too, want to feel you everywhere.
[Words quietly murmured whenever he needs a break to breathe, or to sigh happily when Steve’s lips find a new place to linger.]
[ Steve is most definitely reacting to that mouth on his fingers and he's doing it vocally. Whining as Bucky sucks on them and sighing at the gentler attention as he kisses Bucky's skin. ]
Mmm--Bucky.
[ He rocks his hips, fingers trembling a little against Bucky's lips, and he can't believe how good Bucky is at this. At least some of it is due to the fact that it's Bucky and Steve knows that he's gone for Bucky in a lot of ways, but it's more than that.
Bucky can be so intense and to have that focused on him like this is more than anything he could have imagined. Bucky knows what he's doing more than Steve does, but it's not really about that nearly as much as it's about Bucky's confidence and his smile and how focused he is on figuring Steve out. ]
[Steve's reactions only encourage Bucky for more, encourage him to want to put his mouth over more of his friend. Sucking his fingers, nipping at his palm, his wrist; he could easily spend hours mapping this one part of Steve's body and not be done, never mind the rest of him. Steve really is gorgeous in his eyes, and it's only in part his physical shape. Most of it is just Steve, how his eyes shine with affection and want, how he presses close and trembles and it's all for Bucky.
He pulls away from Steve's hand, finally, but only to push at his shoulder playfully.]
Lay back. Let me take care of you.
[If Steve wants to; it's by no means something Bucky's going to force on him. But he'd like to shift their positions just so that he can get at more of Steve's body, can touch and caress and kiss and lick in more ways to make Steve feel good.]
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[To the end of the line, it’s special to them in so many ways, spoken and unspoken. And this is an exciting new dimension of that promise, something that Bucky knows he’s going to want to explore over and over again because it’s always going to be exciting and new — like the way Steve moves down his body now, like the way he has to give up his attentions to those fingers. But he can’t even mind because this is Steve exploring him and that? That’s the most arousing thing he’s ever experienced.
The little flicker of tongue against his navel makes him laugh; it’s not quite ticklish but it’s close and it’s fun and he likes it. He really likes the way Steve tugs at his leg too, the firmness of his touch, what he feels in his hands. He’s always admired Steve’s hands: the hands of an artist wrapped around pencils and charcoals, the hands of a soldier giving strength to those in need. Now he has both that strength and that artistry focused on him and it’s almost too much to bear.
He only wants more and more of it.
He shifts his other leg so that Steve’s firmly between them, bracketed by Bucky’s thighs and that alone makes him shiver again, desire for Steve spiking higher. It’s a clear invitation, an implication of what more they can eventually do and what Bucky is pretty sure he wants to do with Steve.]
Steve, please—
[He’s not even entirely sure what he’s asking for, save that he wants more of Steve. However, whatever Steve wants to give of himself, Bucky is both eager and greedy for it.]
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He pushes himself up a little at Bucky's words, though, to look him right in the eye. ]
Then you're going to be stuck with me for a long time.
[ With a little grin, he shimmies backwards a little so that he can kiss the inside of Bucky's knee and then another on his inner thigh. Being in between Bucky's legs like this makes his feel powerful and he doesn't plan to use that power for anything other than making sure Bucky makes a lot more beautiful noises. He trails kisses up the soft skin of Bucky's thigh. ]
Please what?
[ That wicked grin is back, because Steve knows that he's teasing. He knows full well where his mouth is going and nips a little at the delicate flesh under his mouth. ]
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[He wouldn’t want it any other way, honestly. Wouldn’t want this with anyone else. Couldn’t. No one else has ever meant as much to him as Steve, no one else has ever made him feel so much.
No one else has ever driven him this high.
He should feel exposed like this — and he does, arousal fully on display for his partner but it’s not a vulnerable feeling, not with Steve. While Bucky feels on edge it’s only in the good ways, anticipation and lust and that overarching thread of fondness mingling in him. Muscles in his legs quiver with each kiss and nip and faintly he wonders where Steve learned to be such a wicked tease even as he lets his legs spread further, opens himself more for Steve. And he opens his mouth too, words spilling out of him, eager and faintly filthy and Bucky clearly has no problem with talking dirty or with telling Steve what he wants.]
Please suck me off Steve, I want you, want your mouth all over me. Mark me again, suck me off, lick me open, make me yours.
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He bites Bucky's thigh, careful not to break skin that he knows is sensitive, and then he sucks at the spot in earnest. If Bucky wants another mark, Steve will give it to him. Steve will cover him in marks, claim every inch of him with kisses and bites until there's no question of how much they belong together. ]
So beautiful, Buck.
[ His hand teases at the bump of Bucky's hipbone, fingers teasing his stomach and brushing the side of his erection. There's a note of awe in his voice now, like he can't believe he's allowed to have this. ]
You're so beautiful and it's all for me.
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[An earnest agreement, something Bucky means down to the very heart of who he is. He’s obviously not inexperienced and surely Steve has picked up on it. But he’s never had a lover who’s made him feel anything near what Steve gives to him. His breathing gets heavier, eyes darker the more Steve teases and he can’t tear his gaze away from the sight of his best friend between his legs.
Damn, he just wants this man so much.
A little cry escapes him at that soft bite, the way Steve sucks in a bruise a moment later. Bucky remembers that he has a hand in Steve’s hair and tugs again, a whine accompanying the motion; his other hand flings itself across the bed, searching for a pillow and hauling it close to prop himself up. He wants to see this, needs to see more of Steve.
It takes his breath away when he does. Steve has always had a quiet intensity about him, a focus that he can narrow down so sharply onto an idea he gets in his head. To be the center of that focus, to have all of it turned completely on him is a feeling like no other. It’s arousing yes, but it’s also comfortable, like a heavy blanket on a cold day.
The sentiment in his friend’s voice makes the words Bucky wants to say catch in his throat. The only thing that comes out—
—is all that he really needs to say anyway:] Steve...
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[ There's a breathless little laugh as he feels that tug in his hair. He's probably teased Bucky enough for now, even if it is fun.
He kisses over that newly-forming mark on Bucky's thigh and wraps his fingers around the base of Bucky's cock. This isn't something he's done before, but he's got an idea of it and everyone's got to start somewhere, right? He thinks Bucky is the best person to start with, maybe the only person he really wants to do something like this with, because he can't remember ever noticing another man the way he notices Bucky and there's something about this thing between them that isn't about that, anyway. It's about the two of them and the decades between them, even the ones that were ripped away. ]
I've got you.
[ There's nothing but fondness in the look he gives Bucky now. Well, there's also a healthy dose of want, but he's not teasing anymore.
He wraps his lips around Bucky's dick experimentally, tongue pressing at the tip. ]
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[Which is probably one of the most important things they can say to each other. It’s something that’s always been there between them, something they don’t need to say, but the verbal affirmation is honestly just something Bucky enjoys. It says that no matter what, they have each other. They have this.
Maybe this is all they ever really needed anyway.
And things like inexperience? Doesn’t bother Bucky one bit. If anything he’s actually secretly kind of thrilled that he’s the one Steve is learning some of this with, that he gets to be Steve’s first — and hopefully his only, but that’s a serious discussion for when the clothes are on and lust isn’t riding both of them hard. It’s not for right now, not for Steve’s hand curling around him, for the look in Steve’s eyes. His own gaze softens a little, the hand tugging at hair shifting to more gently comb through the soft strands.]
Always. You’ve got me however you want me.
[He shudders when Steve’s lips close around him, can’t help his moan. Logically Bucky knows how hot Steve’s mouth is; they’d spent quite some time kissing, after all. But it feels ten times hotter now, like this. And while Steve might not have much in experience, his instincts serve him well.]
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Their friendship isn't the kind of thing everyone gets in life. Steve thinks maybe that's what people mean when they talk about soulmates. It's not about sex or romance, but finding the person who fits inside of all the holes you have and makes you feel whole in a way no one else can.
He takes more of Bucky into his mouth and everything he does is sloppy but careful. He has to remember to breath through his nose and watch out for his teeth, but there's something incredibly arousing about his mouth feeling so full and knowing that it's Bucky he's doing this for and Bucky he's smelling as he moves his tongue against the flesh in his mouth.
His free hand is rubbing Bucky's skin, hip to thigh. Even now, he can't stop touching Bucky. ]
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The hand in Steve’s hair continues to play while his other hand curves to Steve’s cheek, a gentle touch because he wants another point of contact, wants to touch even more than they already are. His breathing has gotten heavier and Bucky lets his moans fall free, interspersed with soft words of praise when Steve finds something he particularly likes.]
Like that, Stevie. [The stroke of his tongue, the barest hint of teeth against sensitive flesh. It all combines with the way Steve hasn’t stopped touching him, hasn’t stopped caressing skin that feels too hot, too small almost.] You feel so damn good—
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There's something about getting Bucky to make those noises that makes Steve feel powerful in a very new way that muscles and a shield certainly never have, because he's doing this for Bucky and all he wants is to push Bucky over the edge and take care of him like this again and again, because there's no end point where Steve will be done showing Bucky exactly how he feels.
His hand is still rubbing encouragements against Bucky's skin, exploring with more and more confidence, and he hopes that Bucky will just keep touching him, too. Those fingers on his cheek feel so intimate and maybe that's ironic given what he's doing with his mouth, but that sweetness is nice. Steve's always been a little romantic. He can't help it. He wants love and affection and that doesn't have to be mutually exclusive from the dirty and sometimes a little rough. In fact, Steve can't imagine those things being enjoyable without the love and affection to make them a little lighter and a little more fun. ]
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It’s the best blowjob he’s ever had, and that’s entirely because it’s Steve.
Those fingers at Steve’s cheek tremble, because it’s absolutely overwhelming to feel like this, to share this with the one person who means more to him than anything else in this world. He’s flying already and it’s all because of Steve, all for Steve. And he wants Steve to see him this way, wants to allow the intimacy that is coming undone, walls down and defenses lowered, pleasure written through every line of tension in him.
He gasps at a certain curl of Steve’s tongue, grasping at hair a little too harshly.]
Close— [A shudder ripples through him, expresses itself with a strong tug at Steve’s hair.] Steve, I’m close, I’m almost— Don’t stop, please, I need you—
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Bucky's pleading with him and Steve can't help moaning around Bucky's cock in response. He sucks a little harder, takes Bucky in a little deeper and works his tongue against him, all the while his own dick is hard and twitching with its own need.
Without the ability to verbally encourage Bucky, he does the next best thing he can think of and takes Bucky's hand in his, lacing his own fingers around Bucky's trembling ones and squeezing gently. He's here and he has no intention of stopping when Bucky's loud and desperate like this. He wants to give Bucky everything he needs. Bucky is worth every ounce of effort he has. ]
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As far as Bucky's concerned, he does.
It's when those fingers lace with his own, flesh against metal, that he stops holding back. There's such promise in the touch, such depth of feeling and Bucky shudders violently, hips rocking up as he surrenders to the feeling. It rips through him like a storm, fast and powerful and violent, and it leaves him shaking in its wake.]
Steve—
[It's about all he can manage to say right now, the name riding the heels of a moan; he's clearly going to need a minute.]
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He can't help chuckling a little as he kisses Bucky's thigh and moves up his body carefully. ]
Still with me?
[ His weight is pressed against Bucky as he leans in to kiss Bucky's cheek and he's still hard, because how could he not be after that display? But he's not in a rush to take care of himself just yet, because Bucky's here warm and panting under Steve and Steve did that to him. He felt the way Bucky had been shaking, the way he'd said Steve's name.
Bucky's metal hand, he notes, does have its own unique weight to it, but it still feels so much like it's Bucky. It doesn't warrant more than a passing thought as he strokes his thumb over Bucky's hand. ]
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Maybe they're moving too fast, but Bucky doesn't care.
That little kiss to his thigh sees his hand tightening in Steve's hair again, another lazy shiver working its way through him. Afterglow is a very, very good thing.]
Wouldn't wanna be anywhere else.
[He turns his head at that kiss, trying to capture Steve's lips. It's a messy attempt considering how heavy his breathing still is but Bucky doesn't care because it's Steve and because he just wants more of this man. And honestly it's a high feeling Steve's erection pressed against him, knowing the kind of effect he has on Steve and knowing (hoping) that Steve wants to explore even more.
He's able to feel a little bit of that thumb stroking his hand and he squeezes the hand, gently.]
You feel amazing.
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So do you.
[ Maybe it's silly, but Steve hadn't realized anything could be like this. He hadn't realized that it was possible to feel this close to someone, but then Bucky's always been sort of the marker for that. Maybe he just hadn't realized that something like sex could bring him and Bucky even closer. Now that he knows, he can't imagine being without this.
He rests his head on Bucky's shoulder and kisses the skin he can reach with lazy affection. He's still hard, but he's not in a rush to take care of that yet. His focus is still on Bucky. ]
There's no one else I'd rather be with.
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He’s certainly not promiscuous, but Bucky’s no stranger to sex. Even so, it’s never felt like this before and he attributes that entirely to Steve.
A quiet noise rolls through him at Steve’s words, something that’s half a chuckle and full of affection.]
How do you want to be with me, Steve? What can I make come true for you?
[Because he can feel how hard his partner still is, and Bucky wants to give him the world.]
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Bucky's question sort of pulls his focus, though, because what a question. He doesn't know what he wants other than Bucky and he rocks his hips down in response. He has to think about it and if he needs to kiss Bucky's skin while he does that, that should be okay, right? ]
I think--I liked what you were doing to my fingers before.
[ He's flushed again, like he didn't just do that for Bucky. Asking for something feels a little different, but it doesn't feel wrong. He trusts Bucky to tell him if there's something he doesn't want to do. ]
But God, Bucky, I would want anything with you.
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He smiles though, when Steve answers. Not the wicked, teasing smile but something more gentle, more earnest — more welcoming of Steve's explorations, of his hesitance. He wants Steve to feel comfortable here, with him; he wants Steve to learn that it's okay to ask for what he wants, to not be afraid of discovering those wants with Bucky.
He tugs their joined hands to his lips, pressing kisses to each finger. He's not going to suck on them just yet though, and only because he can't do that and talk at the same time (and sometimes practicality needs to win out!).]
I can do that again. I can put my mouth on a lot more of you, if you'd like it.
[He rocks his hips again, leg shifting a little higher against Steve, opening himself a little more.]
Or we could— It's been a while, but I could show you how to open me up, how to fuck me. If you think you'd want that.
[He's not sure; it might be too much, or too fast. But there's nothing that Bucky wouldn't give to Steve, nothing that he doesn't want to try.]
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I want that. I definitely want that.
[ He leans up to kiss Bucky and it's a little hot and needy, because Steve is hard and getting a hair desperate and he feels like Bucky's offering him the world. The idea of Bucky's body giving way beneath him and shuddering under him is more than he can really handle. ]
Show me. I don't want to hurt you.
[ His breaths are coming a little heavier now and he can't quite keep his hips still when there's such promise in Bucky's words and after the way he'd just watched Bucky come apart for him. He honestly feels a little out of control in a way he normally would run from, but he's here with Bucky and they both want this so much and after chasing after Bucky for so long, he's not going to make Bucky chase him. ]
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They can do it all again tomorrow. And the night after that, and the one after that as well. As much as Steve wants him, as many days and nights as he can give Bucky will do so and gladly.
And damn but he does want to know what it would feel like to feel Steve moving in him.
He returns each kiss breathlessly, lips parting for Steve, offering him everything. And Bucky’s mind is spinning off to the logistics; he’s pretty sure he has lube and if not, there’s lotion and that should work just as well. They’ll make it work. He wants it to work, because he wants this so very badly.]
You gonna be able to hold out?
[Steve’s hard against him, his kisses desperate and sloppy. Bucky’s free hand worms its way between them, lingering against his arousal, as he takes two fingers into his mouth to suck, hard and fast and with an edge of need.]
Or should I get you off and we’ll have a nice, slow fuck for round three?
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There's a desperate, breathless little laugh that escapes him. If Bucky's playing with him, he can't really say that he even minds too much. ]
I think I like that option.
[ And if Bucky's mouth is a little busy, Steve can find other places to kiss. That bruise is still bright on Bucky's neck and that's really not making this any less hot as he kisses his way over Bucky's skin. ]
I want to take my time with you.
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Drawing off Steve’s fingers with a slick, obscene pop, he presses close enough to capture those lips again.]
I want everything with you, Steve. I want to show you everything I like, want to have you over and over again.
[Starting with shifting his grip on Steve’s hand so that he can better get to those fingers, kissing and licking and sucking, letting his mouth play all over the digits and even down the hand to kiss Steve’s palm, to nip the heel of his hand. His other hand curls properly around Steve’s length, playing with speed and pressure, seeing what draws the sweetest sounds out of his lover. He’s not sure yet if he should stroke Steve off or treat him to the heat of his mouth, let Steve feel what he did to Bucky. Mostly he’s just trying to read Steve’s reactions and follow what he seems to want the most.
And if that’s sucking on his fingers the way he’d suck a cock, then Bucky is more than happy to oblige.]
I want that too, want to feel you everywhere.
[Words quietly murmured whenever he needs a break to breathe, or to sigh happily when Steve’s lips find a new place to linger.]
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Mmm--Bucky.
[ He rocks his hips, fingers trembling a little against Bucky's lips, and he can't believe how good Bucky is at this. At least some of it is due to the fact that it's Bucky and Steve knows that he's gone for Bucky in a lot of ways, but it's more than that.
Bucky can be so intense and to have that focused on him like this is more than anything he could have imagined. Bucky knows what he's doing more than Steve does, but it's not really about that nearly as much as it's about Bucky's confidence and his smile and how focused he is on figuring Steve out. ]
You can have me. Any way you want.
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He pulls away from Steve's hand, finally, but only to push at his shoulder playfully.]
Lay back. Let me take care of you.
[If Steve wants to; it's by no means something Bucky's going to force on him. But he'd like to shift their positions just so that he can get at more of Steve's body, can touch and caress and kiss and lick in more ways to make Steve feel good.]
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