[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. ]
[Writhing, squirming, aroused Steve: is there anything better in life? Bucky's hard pressed to find an answer to that question because Steve is, quite frankly, the best thing in his life right now. He's warm and real; he's present in all the ways that Bucky wants; he's responding so beautifully to every touch and kiss in a way that begs for more and more. Bucky wants nothing more than to give him exactly that.
Steve's hands tug at his hair and it makes Bucky moan; it's probably clear from the sound that he likes it.]
Always.
[The the end of the line, when and wherever it may be. Those thoughts are far from Bucky's head right now though; the only end on which he wants to focus is bringing Steve to ecstasy. Teeth nip at the smooth skin just under Steve's navel, and Bucky looks up at his partner with a grin full of mischief. His hand hasn't stopped moving on Steve's cock, speed and pressure gradually increasing.
Eventually his mouth moves again, this time to search out the jut of Steve's hipbone in order to bite and suck a bruise into the skin.]
[ Those little bites have no right to be this erotic, but Steve knows without a doubt that even if Bucky wasn't stroking him like this, he'd still be turned on by them. That little grin Bucky throws him is like a knife in his head in the best way. He thinks Bucky's smile could topple entire regimes the way it hits him and while he's not trying to hold back any of the sounds Bucky is pulling from him, he still bites his lip in response.
And, oh, the sounds Bucky is pulling from him. He knows what he must sound like between the moans and the way his breath hitches when he feels Bucky's teeth press into his skin.
He tugs at Bucky's hair a little harder, not trying to lead him anywhere, just to get another moan out of him. As much as his need is building, he's enjoying the way Bucky teases him and explores his skin. It's so utterly Bucky in a way that hits Steve's heart just as much as his dick. ]
[Bucky’s aware that he’s good at this, inasmuch as a person can be good at sex. It’s about reading a partner, doing what feels good and trying to turn good into amazing. And he’s always had the looks: dark hair over clear bedroom eyes, a flirty smirk, a decent build. Right now. Right now he’s turning every bit of skill he has at this, every touch, every trick of his physical presence toward making Steve make more of those sounds.
He kind of adores how Steve’s teeth sink into his lip; it’s a good look for him.
Bucky lets a moan vibrate against Steve’s skin, right over that bruise he’s left because he adores how Steve tugs on his hair. His eyes flick up to Steve again, dancing with happiness.]
Keep doing that, okay? I like it when you pull a little.
[Another kiss to that hip, licking a trail along the crease between body and leg. Bucky shifts just a little bit, just enough for a better position and turns his head to nip at the inside of the opposite thigh. It’s a short, sharp little thing, hopefully enough to shock Steve with the sting, to keep him just a little off balance with pleasant stimulation.]
[ Steve's well aware that a lot of what makes this what it is is that it's Bucky doing it. He's skilled and confident in a way that's incredibly attractive, but it's much more about the fact that it's Bucky wanting to do these things with Steve at all, bridging all the little gaps left between them. They're doing that together, meeting in the middle like they always have. ]
Okay.
[ It comes out more breathy than he'd been expecting, but maybe he should have because his breaths are heavy now, little moans under his breath escaping here and there.
He smooths his fingers over Bucky's scalp gently, eyes shining at the prospect of finding more little ways to make Bucky feel good. Even when Bucky tries to make it about him, Steve can't help giving at least a little focus to Bucky. It feels natural, the way Steve's always got a little part of his attention on Bucky, so it only feels right to have a whole lot more focus on him now that they're alone with each other and their mutual pleasure.
That little bite has him whimpering, though, and his fingers clench in Bucky's hair again with a sharp tug. ]
I can't help feeling like you're trying to see if I'll beg.
[This is dangerous because it's so addictive. This is something Bucky knows he's going to want again and again, in all the ways they can explore each other, all the ways they could possibly be intimate. It's because it's Steve, he knows that; Bucky also is pretty damn sure he can see the same in Steve's eyes when they lock on his own gaze.
Friends had always seemed too bland a term for what they were to each other. Brothers hadn't felt right either. Maybe the reason he'd never been able to define it in any satisfying way is because they'd been missing this: skin on skin, intimacy, knowing each other in the most complete ways possible. Nuzzling against Steve's thigh Bucky lets his lips linger in another kiss, this one softer and sweeter and so very thankful for this, for Steve.
Pressing more of his body against Steve, Bucky tries to get closer, get more contact. Hell, he'd crawl under Steve's skin if he could. But getting under Steve's skin like this is good too, seeing him come apart by tiny little pieces. It's maybe a little cruel to drag it out like this but when Steve whimpers and moans and pulls on his hair, Bucky just can't help it.]
Not intentionally. [He punctuates it with another nip, this one a little higher on Steve's thigh, then runs his tongue over the spot.] But I bet you'd do it beautifully.
[And it does have his mind spiraling into other possibilities, but they have time. Tonight's about exploration, about learning each other, about just having fun.]
[ This isn't just about breaking down the few walls between them for Steve. Bucky's breaking through the last of his defenses, too. He feels like Bucky is seeping into all the little cracks in the walls that keep his secrets, everything he's always kept a little too close to his chest, because Steve doesn't really talk about his feelings a lot. He doesn't talk about what he's lost or how hard it had been to wake up after the ice and have to adjust to the changes with the loss of Bucky still so fresh in his mind. Being this close to Bucky makes him want to spill every last secret.
The soft gestures on the sensitive skin of his thighs have him sighing, but even that has a hint of a whine under it. His body responds to Bucky like it was made for him and Steve thinks maybe it was. In some strange, poetic way, maybe they were made for each other. Every sound Bucky pulls from him is a little different, but none of them are forced or purposeful. Bucky is just doing things to him here that he'd never expected.
He can't help a laugh bubbling out of him at Bucky's words, though. He's not really sure if he can picture himself begging anyone, but if anyone could pull that out of him, it's Bucky, who's always known exactly how to push Steve's buttons in every way. ]
I think you might be biased.
[ His fingers massage gently at Bucky's scalp and then tug at his hair again sharply. ]
[They move so perfectly together. Steve's now the one squirming and wanting while Bucky spoils him and it's not just about a return of what Steve had given to him. It's about giving pleasure, sharing pleasure, doing this together. It's about exploring and knowing and being a perfect fit for each other. It's about affection and happiness and a little bit of silliness too, at the appropriate times. It's about having fun.
It's about as light and carefree and happy as Bucky's ever felt and there's no one he wants to share it with more than Steve — especially when he can get a laugh like that. Damn, but it's a beautiful sound.]
Maybe a little—
[It's punctuated by a small, slightly strangled sound when Steve pulls at his hair and Bucky? Well, he is being a tease, but all this whimpering and shivering is kind of arousing. Not that he'll be ready to go again right away but he's more than ready to rock Steve's world. And he's more than ready to let Steve completely into his.
They have all night. And that's only the beginning of what they have.
Bucky looks up at Steve, makes sure he's caught the other man's gaze as the smirk crawls back across his lips. He's shifting then, moving to lick his way up Steve's dick from root to tip, holding him steady with one hand so that he can really take his time with the action. It's evil, he knows it is — and he hopes that Steve enjoys it just as much as Bucky himself had.]
[ Whatever retort had been on Steve's lips is gone in an instant. The eye contact alone with that little smirk has Steve falter and lose his concentration. How is he supposed to keep up with banter when Bucky's looking at him like he wants to devour him?
And isn't that a though? Steve thinks he would let him. He thinks he would let Bucky do just about anything right now if he promises to keep looking at Steve like that, but even that thought is shattered when he feels Bucky's tongue and then he forgets how to think entirely.
For a moment, there's nothing in the world but sensation. Certainly, there's nothing else in Steve's head, because even if there was, it would be inconsequential and immediately pushed to the side.
One of his hands flies to the sheets below him, fingers grabbing at the soft cotton. The other hand stays where it is in Bucky's hair and it pulls quite a bit harder this time without really intending to.
His head falls back and he doesn't even try to stifle he hungry moan. ]
[A part of Bucky — a very large part — does want to devour Steve. He wants to put his mouth everywhere on the other man’s body, wants to feel him arching and straining and writhing with sensation. Wants to get him to fall apart, wants it to be for Bucky.
His own moan is shaky and filled with lust when Steve yanks on his hair. It’s probably clear how much more of that he wants, how much he enjoys it when Steve gets rough. How much he enjoys being able to drive Steve past the point of caution.
His hand curls around the base of Steve’s cock, steadying him so that Bucky can play. And play he does, licking the head like Steve’s some kind of a treat (he is), tongue teasing against his slit to chase hints of his taste (musky, masculine, good). And licking gradually turns over into kissing, lips trailing down hard flesh to tease over Steve’s balls before working their way back up.
Eyes locked on Steve’s, Bucky kisses the head of his cock again. The first kiss is a lingering little thing; it’d be innocent save for the part of the anatomy against which it lingers. The second sees the flicker of Bucky’s tongue, playful — as if French kissing is a thing that works like this. The third kiss has Bucky’s lips parting, welcoming Steve into his mouth. He takes it slow, tongue working against hard flesh as he starts to suck. He used to be able to take a man all the way down his throat and he’s pretty sure he still can, but he’s got to work into it, especially with Steve’s size.
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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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Steve's hands tug at his hair and it makes Bucky moan; it's probably clear from the sound that he likes it.]
Always.
[The the end of the line, when and wherever it may be. Those thoughts are far from Bucky's head right now though; the only end on which he wants to focus is bringing Steve to ecstasy. Teeth nip at the smooth skin just under Steve's navel, and Bucky looks up at his partner with a grin full of mischief. His hand hasn't stopped moving on Steve's cock, speed and pressure gradually increasing.
Eventually his mouth moves again, this time to search out the jut of Steve's hipbone in order to bite and suck a bruise into the skin.]
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And, oh, the sounds Bucky is pulling from him. He knows what he must sound like between the moans and the way his breath hitches when he feels Bucky's teeth press into his skin.
He tugs at Bucky's hair a little harder, not trying to lead him anywhere, just to get another moan out of him. As much as his need is building, he's enjoying the way Bucky teases him and explores his skin. It's so utterly Bucky in a way that hits Steve's heart just as much as his dick. ]
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He kind of adores how Steve’s teeth sink into his lip; it’s a good look for him.
Bucky lets a moan vibrate against Steve’s skin, right over that bruise he’s left because he adores how Steve tugs on his hair. His eyes flick up to Steve again, dancing with happiness.]
Keep doing that, okay? I like it when you pull a little.
[Another kiss to that hip, licking a trail along the crease between body and leg. Bucky shifts just a little bit, just enough for a better position and turns his head to nip at the inside of the opposite thigh. It’s a short, sharp little thing, hopefully enough to shock Steve with the sting, to keep him just a little off balance with pleasant stimulation.]
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Okay.
[ It comes out more breathy than he'd been expecting, but maybe he should have because his breaths are heavy now, little moans under his breath escaping here and there.
He smooths his fingers over Bucky's scalp gently, eyes shining at the prospect of finding more little ways to make Bucky feel good. Even when Bucky tries to make it about him, Steve can't help giving at least a little focus to Bucky. It feels natural, the way Steve's always got a little part of his attention on Bucky, so it only feels right to have a whole lot more focus on him now that they're alone with each other and their mutual pleasure.
That little bite has him whimpering, though, and his fingers clench in Bucky's hair again with a sharp tug. ]
I can't help feeling like you're trying to see if I'll beg.
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Friends had always seemed too bland a term for what they were to each other. Brothers hadn't felt right either. Maybe the reason he'd never been able to define it in any satisfying way is because they'd been missing this: skin on skin, intimacy, knowing each other in the most complete ways possible. Nuzzling against Steve's thigh Bucky lets his lips linger in another kiss, this one softer and sweeter and so very thankful for this, for Steve.
Pressing more of his body against Steve, Bucky tries to get closer, get more contact. Hell, he'd crawl under Steve's skin if he could. But getting under Steve's skin like this is good too, seeing him come apart by tiny little pieces. It's maybe a little cruel to drag it out like this but when Steve whimpers and moans and pulls on his hair, Bucky just can't help it.]
Not intentionally. [He punctuates it with another nip, this one a little higher on Steve's thigh, then runs his tongue over the spot.] But I bet you'd do it beautifully.
[And it does have his mind spiraling into other possibilities, but they have time. Tonight's about exploration, about learning each other, about just having fun.]
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The soft gestures on the sensitive skin of his thighs have him sighing, but even that has a hint of a whine under it. His body responds to Bucky like it was made for him and Steve thinks maybe it was. In some strange, poetic way, maybe they were made for each other. Every sound Bucky pulls from him is a little different, but none of them are forced or purposeful. Bucky is just doing things to him here that he'd never expected.
He can't help a laugh bubbling out of him at Bucky's words, though. He's not really sure if he can picture himself begging anyone, but if anyone could pull that out of him, it's Bucky, who's always known exactly how to push Steve's buttons in every way. ]
I think you might be biased.
[ His fingers massage gently at Bucky's scalp and then tug at his hair again sharply. ]
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It's about as light and carefree and happy as Bucky's ever felt and there's no one he wants to share it with more than Steve — especially when he can get a laugh like that. Damn, but it's a beautiful sound.]
Maybe a little—
[It's punctuated by a small, slightly strangled sound when Steve pulls at his hair and Bucky? Well, he is being a tease, but all this whimpering and shivering is kind of arousing. Not that he'll be ready to go again right away but he's more than ready to rock Steve's world. And he's more than ready to let Steve completely into his.
They have all night. And that's only the beginning of what they have.
Bucky looks up at Steve, makes sure he's caught the other man's gaze as the smirk crawls back across his lips. He's shifting then, moving to lick his way up Steve's dick from root to tip, holding him steady with one hand so that he can really take his time with the action. It's evil, he knows it is — and he hopes that Steve enjoys it just as much as Bucky himself had.]
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And isn't that a though? Steve thinks he would let him. He thinks he would let Bucky do just about anything right now if he promises to keep looking at Steve like that, but even that thought is shattered when he feels Bucky's tongue and then he forgets how to think entirely.
For a moment, there's nothing in the world but sensation. Certainly, there's nothing else in Steve's head, because even if there was, it would be inconsequential and immediately pushed to the side.
One of his hands flies to the sheets below him, fingers grabbing at the soft cotton. The other hand stays where it is in Bucky's hair and it pulls quite a bit harder this time without really intending to.
His head falls back and he doesn't even try to stifle he hungry moan. ]
Buck...
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His own moan is shaky and filled with lust when Steve yanks on his hair. It’s probably clear how much more of that he wants, how much he enjoys it when Steve gets rough. How much he enjoys being able to drive Steve past the point of caution.
His hand curls around the base of Steve’s cock, steadying him so that Bucky can play. And play he does, licking the head like Steve’s some kind of a treat (he is), tongue teasing against his slit to chase hints of his taste (musky, masculine, good). And licking gradually turns over into kissing, lips trailing down hard flesh to tease over Steve’s balls before working their way back up.
Eyes locked on Steve’s, Bucky kisses the head of his cock again. The first kiss is a lingering little thing; it’d be innocent save for the part of the anatomy against which it lingers. The second sees the flicker of Bucky’s tongue, playful — as if French kissing is a thing that works like this. The third kiss has Bucky’s lips parting, welcoming Steve into his mouth. He takes it slow, tongue working against hard flesh as he starts to suck. He used to be able to take a man all the way down his throat and he’s pretty sure he still can, but he’s got to work into it, especially with Steve’s size.
He doesn’t think Steve will mind one bit.]
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