[ 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.]
[ Bucky's attention has Steve feeling like he's half falling apart already. He can't believe how easily Bucky can do this, because Steve feels like he's being played like a fiddle and he has exactly zero complaints about that, because everything Bucky does feels amazing and Steve has no problem handing over some control where Bucky is concerned.
He rolls easily enough when Bucky pushes at him, but not before stretching to give Bucky a quick kiss and not without grabbing for Bucky to follow after him.
Settling on his back on the bed feels a little vulnerable, but he doesn't overthink it. Being vulnerable for Bucky isn't a bad thing. Maybe it makes him a little nervous to feel that way, but it's not bad. ]
[Bucky’s delighted when Steve leans up for that quick kiss, when Steve tugs him into the motion. It speaks so much to the part of Bucky that doesn’t want to be parted from Steve, that wants them to remain connected as much as possible. The brush of skin to skin is addictive, the warmth he can feel burning under Steve’s skin. He’s like a furnace, and Bucky thinks he would quite willingly allow himself to be burned by Steve’s flame.
He settles his weight one hip, a leg thrown across Steve’s body. And he takes a moment to let his gaze wander from Steve’s face down his chest, his torso, down his pelvis to his erection, down to where their legs tangle together, down to their feet and all the way back up again.]
Look at you. [Softly, and with no small amount of wonder in his voice.] You’re beautiful.
[Cupping one hand to the side of Steve’s face, Bucky leans in for a thoroughly indulgent kiss, one that seeks to explore every corner of Steve’s mouth. His other hand finds Steve’s; as soon as he’s done with the man’s lips he’s dragging that appendage close to kiss and nip at his wrist, working his way slowly up Steve’s forearm.]
I want to taste every inch of you. But if there’s something you like, something you want more of, somewhere you want my mouth, you let me know and that’s what I’ll do. This is all about you, Steve. I want to make you feel good.
[ God, Steve can feel his cheeks getting redder. As easily as he can focus on others, having that kind of focus on him leaves him feeling flustered and breathless. He's not sure what to do when it's his turn to be looked at and focused on, but even though he's a little flustered he doesn't dislike it. Bucky's weight against his body feels amazing and Steve rubs his leg against Bucky's, loving the feeling even more now. His skin feels hot and oversensitive and he's getting addicted to what Bucky's touch feels like in that context.
He lets out a slow, shaky breath and lets himself get lost in that kiss, practically chases it when Bucky finally pulls back because it's not enough. Of course, Bucky's mouth is quickly distracting him in other ways that have Steve's head falling back on the pillow with a breathy sigh and then a soft moan when Bucky gets to talking. ]
Told you there's nothing I don't want with you, Buck.
[ His free hand slides over Bucky's cheek, a gentle caress that has his fingers sliding back into Bucky's hair. He's struck by how good Bucky looks like this, how that warm feeling in his chest just keeps growing and washing over him like molasses with Bucky so close and looking at Steve like he's the most important thing in the world. ]
[It's actually kind of a high to see Steve like this, to see him flustered and wanting — to know that it's because of Bucky. He especially likes how Steve moves against him, moves to tangle them a little more, a little closer. He's especially interested in seeing exactly how tangled up he can stay with Steve, the many shades and shapes that tangling can take.]
Doesn't mean I'm not gonna stop and ask.
[But Bucky's honestly enjoying what he's doing now, the lingering against Steve's skin. He's currently enamored of exploring that little patch inside his elbow, where the skin is smooth and soft and entirely kissable. And Bucky does mean to lay kiss after kiss there, until Steve is all too aware of it, until Steve is squirming. Only then will he move on, continue up his arm to his shoulder, from shoulder down to chest.
He's leaning into that hand in his hair though, happiness shining in his eyes. He adores having his hair played with, and the fact that it's Steve makes it so much better.]
Good. Because I want to see you fly.
[His hand curls around Steve's cock — just a light touch, something with room to intensify — as his lips close around Steve's nipple. Steve had responded so well to the touch of fingers before; he's hoping something a little more intense will be welcomed.]
[ The words come out with a breathless laugh, as if Steve could really be unhappy about any level of attention from Bucky, even too much. He revels in it, letting it wash over him along with that feeling in his chest.
Bucky absolutely does have him squirming, too. He spends too long everywhere and Steve can't get enough of it, even as it has him shifting and wiggling under Bucky's attention.
Once Bucky's moved on from his shoulder and he's got his other arm free, it joins the first in caressing Bucky's cheek and moving back into his hair, which is impossibly soft in ways the rest of Bucky isn't anymore. He thinks later when they've slowed down, he'll like to sit and touch it if Bucky will let him.
His fond thoughts are interrupted by Bucky's hand and mouth. Maybe he should have been expecting the touch, but he really hadn't been and it pulls a little whine from him and has his dick twitching in Bucky's hand. ]
[It’s a teasing statement because he’s pretty sure that Steve likes watching him squirm just as much, really. He can’t help but enjoy it, especially when it comes with that happy laugh and those hands tangling in his hair. There’s going to be a lot of mutual delight at discovering the joys of playing with it, for both of them.
That’s for later though. Right now Bucky is entirely focused on Steve and the kinds of reactions he can pull from his lover — and the fact that he gets to apply that label to Steve. He flicks his tongue against the sensitive peak of Steve’s nipple, drags his teeth over it. Teases with every trick he knows, everything he has in him all while his hand remains soft and easy on Steve’s dick. He’s going to drag this out as long as possible, edge Steve along until he simply can’t take anymore.
He doesn’t pull away to respond until he’s thoroughly satisfied with how much he’s abused that nipple, though his eyes do flick up to Steve’s face in regular intervals, just to see his enjoyment painted across his expression.]
It’s Bucky to you.
[A cheeky statement accompanied by a wink before Bucky’s head dips back down to treat the other nipple to the same kind of indulgence. He plans to be very, very thorough in his exploration and he doesn’t think that Steve will mind one bit.]
[ There's no bite in the words, only more laughter. It's not like he isn't used to Bucky's humor by now or that faux ego he throws around that Steve can see right through.
Meanwhile, all the attention from Bucky's mouth is a little too much, pulling needy sounds from him as he feels like his dick is getting impossibly harder in Bucky's tragically loose grip.
There's a part of Steve that wants to rush Bucky and push him towards the finish line, the need slowly building in him, but he knows it will be worth the wait. He'd wanted to take his time with Bucky, too. He still does when they're ready to go again, so right now he's going to let that need build and let Bucky explore his body, but he's also not going to hold back on whatever noises Bucky can pull from him. In fact, he can't help humming and maybe tugging Bucky's hair gently just to see if he likes it, too. ]
[Laughter begets more laughter and Bucky thinks that honestly, that's the best part about all of this: the fact that they're just having fun. Yes it's affectionate and it's most definitely sexy but there's a healthy dose of plain, pure fun and Bucky kind of adores Steve for it.
He also kind of adores how Steve can't keep still, how his hips want to rock up for more. Bucky rewards him with a tighter grip, a firmer stroke, more friction. He rewards him with teeth too, teasing Steve's nipple with increasing pressure, a nip followed by sucking before pulling off to lick the sensitive flesh.
And when Steve tugs at his hair, Bucky lets an agreeable sound rumble against warm skin as he licks his way toward Steve's abs. Tugging — and even pulling — is very much welcomed.
[ Steve really is having a good time, too. They've been through some dark things together, but he'd like to think that where they are now, there's more fun than upset. He's always enjoyed Bucky's company, always found that things he already thought were fun were amplified when he could do them with Bucky and why should this be any different? They're teasing and laughing and enjoying each other's bodies and this feels right to Steve in so many ways.
He really doesn't mind the way Bucky's touching him, either. He can barely think about anything else in the face of Bucky's attention. It's Bucky's words that really push his buttons, though. Those kisses on his skin and the idea that Bucky is his is so much and it has him clenching his fingers and tugging a little harder on Bucky's hair for a moment. ]
You've got to know I'm yours, too, Buck. Always.
[ And sure, he's a little lost right now, eyes clouded over with lust, but there's so much affection there, too. He can't imagine anyone else having the kind of power over him that Bucky has and there's no one else he would trust with it. ]
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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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He rolls easily enough when Bucky pushes at him, but not before stretching to give Bucky a quick kiss and not without grabbing for Bucky to follow after him.
Settling on his back on the bed feels a little vulnerable, but he doesn't overthink it. Being vulnerable for Bucky isn't a bad thing. Maybe it makes him a little nervous to feel that way, but it's not bad. ]
You have no idea how good that sounds.
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He settles his weight one hip, a leg thrown across Steve’s body. And he takes a moment to let his gaze wander from Steve’s face down his chest, his torso, down his pelvis to his erection, down to where their legs tangle together, down to their feet and all the way back up again.]
Look at you. [Softly, and with no small amount of wonder in his voice.] You’re beautiful.
[Cupping one hand to the side of Steve’s face, Bucky leans in for a thoroughly indulgent kiss, one that seeks to explore every corner of Steve’s mouth. His other hand finds Steve’s; as soon as he’s done with the man’s lips he’s dragging that appendage close to kiss and nip at his wrist, working his way slowly up Steve’s forearm.]
I want to taste every inch of you. But if there’s something you like, something you want more of, somewhere you want my mouth, you let me know and that’s what I’ll do. This is all about you, Steve. I want to make you feel good.
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He lets out a slow, shaky breath and lets himself get lost in that kiss, practically chases it when Bucky finally pulls back because it's not enough. Of course, Bucky's mouth is quickly distracting him in other ways that have Steve's head falling back on the pillow with a breathy sigh and then a soft moan when Bucky gets to talking. ]
Told you there's nothing I don't want with you, Buck.
[ His free hand slides over Bucky's cheek, a gentle caress that has his fingers sliding back into Bucky's hair. He's struck by how good Bucky looks like this, how that warm feeling in his chest just keeps growing and washing over him like molasses with Bucky so close and looking at Steve like he's the most important thing in the world. ]
You're already making me feel so good.
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Doesn't mean I'm not gonna stop and ask.
[But Bucky's honestly enjoying what he's doing now, the lingering against Steve's skin. He's currently enamored of exploring that little patch inside his elbow, where the skin is smooth and soft and entirely kissable. And Bucky does mean to lay kiss after kiss there, until Steve is all too aware of it, until Steve is squirming. Only then will he move on, continue up his arm to his shoulder, from shoulder down to chest.
He's leaning into that hand in his hair though, happiness shining in his eyes. He adores having his hair played with, and the fact that it's Steve makes it so much better.]
Good. Because I want to see you fly.
[His hand curls around Steve's cock — just a light touch, something with room to intensify — as his lips close around Steve's nipple. Steve had responded so well to the touch of fingers before; he's hoping something a little more intense will be welcomed.]
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[ The words come out with a breathless laugh, as if Steve could really be unhappy about any level of attention from Bucky, even too much. He revels in it, letting it wash over him along with that feeling in his chest.
Bucky absolutely does have him squirming, too. He spends too long everywhere and Steve can't get enough of it, even as it has him shifting and wiggling under Bucky's attention.
Once Bucky's moved on from his shoulder and he's got his other arm free, it joins the first in caressing Bucky's cheek and moving back into his hair, which is impossibly soft in ways the rest of Bucky isn't anymore. He thinks later when they've slowed down, he'll like to sit and touch it if Bucky will let him.
His fond thoughts are interrupted by Bucky's hand and mouth. Maybe he should have been expecting the touch, but he really hadn't been and it pulls a little whine from him and has his dick twitching in Bucky's hand. ]
Oh, God.
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[It’s a teasing statement because he’s pretty sure that Steve likes watching him squirm just as much, really. He can’t help but enjoy it, especially when it comes with that happy laugh and those hands tangling in his hair. There’s going to be a lot of mutual delight at discovering the joys of playing with it, for both of them.
That’s for later though. Right now Bucky is entirely focused on Steve and the kinds of reactions he can pull from his lover — and the fact that he gets to apply that label to Steve. He flicks his tongue against the sensitive peak of Steve’s nipple, drags his teeth over it. Teases with every trick he knows, everything he has in him all while his hand remains soft and easy on Steve’s dick. He’s going to drag this out as long as possible, edge Steve along until he simply can’t take anymore.
He doesn’t pull away to respond until he’s thoroughly satisfied with how much he’s abused that nipple, though his eyes do flick up to Steve’s face in regular intervals, just to see his enjoyment painted across his expression.]
It’s Bucky to you.
[A cheeky statement accompanied by a wink before Bucky’s head dips back down to treat the other nipple to the same kind of indulgence. He plans to be very, very thorough in his exploration and he doesn’t think that Steve will mind one bit.]
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[ There's no bite in the words, only more laughter. It's not like he isn't used to Bucky's humor by now or that faux ego he throws around that Steve can see right through.
Meanwhile, all the attention from Bucky's mouth is a little too much, pulling needy sounds from him as he feels like his dick is getting impossibly harder in Bucky's tragically loose grip.
There's a part of Steve that wants to rush Bucky and push him towards the finish line, the need slowly building in him, but he knows it will be worth the wait. He'd wanted to take his time with Bucky, too. He still does when they're ready to go again, so right now he's going to let that need build and let Bucky explore his body, but he's also not going to hold back on whatever noises Bucky can pull from him. In fact, he can't help humming and maybe tugging Bucky's hair gently just to see if he likes it, too. ]
It's not fair how good you are at this.
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[Laughter begets more laughter and Bucky thinks that honestly, that's the best part about all of this: the fact that they're just having fun. Yes it's affectionate and it's most definitely sexy but there's a healthy dose of plain, pure fun and Bucky kind of adores Steve for it.
He also kind of adores how Steve can't keep still, how his hips want to rock up for more. Bucky rewards him with a tighter grip, a firmer stroke, more friction. He rewards him with teeth too, teasing Steve's nipple with increasing pressure, a nip followed by sucking before pulling off to lick the sensitive flesh.
And when Steve tugs at his hair, Bucky lets an agreeable sound rumble against warm skin as he licks his way toward Steve's abs. Tugging — and even pulling — is very much welcomed.
He flashes a smile as he nips at Steve's skin.]
It's all for you, Steve. I'm yours.
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He really doesn't mind the way Bucky's touching him, either. He can barely think about anything else in the face of Bucky's attention. It's Bucky's words that really push his buttons, though. Those kisses on his skin and the idea that Bucky is his is so much and it has him clenching his fingers and tugging a little harder on Bucky's hair for a moment. ]
You've got to know I'm yours, too, Buck. Always.
[ And sure, he's a little lost right now, eyes clouded over with lust, but there's so much affection there, too. He can't imagine anyone else having the kind of power over him that Bucky has and there's no one else he would trust with it. ]
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