[ 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.
[ Steve tries to remind his body that while one hand is twisted in the sheets, the other is in Bucky's hair, but somewhere around the point where Bucky starts to really lick him in earnest, Steve's body loses the memo and he clenches both hands, tugging harder at Bucky's hair for a moment than he really means to.
Bucky really is pushing him past the point of caution here and it frightens him a little, but he trusts Bucky and he trusts himself to stop if he has to. His muscles tremble with the effort it takes to keep his hips still, though. He's only about 90% successful as Bucky kisses his sensitive flesh, strangled moans pouring out of him as he watches Bucky. He can't look away, either, because he doesn't want to miss a moment of what this looks like. Bucky's between his legs, kiss-swollen lips on Steve's cock and God, Steve wants to make him look even more debauched, messy hair and wet, swollen lips. He wants to make Bucky look wrecked and then he wants to kiss him like that until neither of them can stand it. ]
Look so good, Buck.
[ There's more praise coming, but then Bucky's lips wrap around him and he starts to suck and Steve's pretty sure the talking portion of this is over for him as he moans loudly and fights to keep his eyes open. It's a battle he loses, but only for the briefest moment, which is good, because he wants to watch the stretch of Bucky's lips and the way Bucky's hair looks tangled around his fingers as he gives it another sharp tug. ]
[The tugging at his hair does ache, a tingle along his scalp, but Bucky thinks he likes it almost a bit more than he likes just having his hair played with. Part of it is the shock of pain, how it accents the underlying pleasure, but part of it is also the knowledge that he can drive Steve to be a little careless, can make him lose a little bit of control. It's a high, and it's definitely something Bucky wants to explore even more.
He looks up at those words, winking in response because he doesn't want to pull off Steve's cock to answer. One hand does crawl across the sheets though, to find Steve's hand and curl around it, to lace their fingers together. It actually makes him shiver a little bit, because this simple hand holding is do damn intimate.
He can't read Steve's mind but if he could, he'd most certainly agree with his train of thought: Bucky very much desires to let Steve wreck him, to give himself over to Steve more fully than he's ever given to a partner. It's something he's very much going to mention between rounds, when they're lazily cuddling and touching.
For now though? Now he just wants to focus on Steve, on driving him out of his mind with pleasure. He gradually takes more and more of his dick into his mouth, working the rest of Steve's length with his hand. His tongue works alongside the underside as he sucks, and once or twice he lets his teeth lightly scrape along skin, just to see if Steve likes the tease. Every time he feels a tug in his hair he moans around Steve, vibration and sound to hopefully broadcast how much he's enjoying it — and how Bucky's not opposed to Steve getting more handsy.
Eyes flick up to Steve's face now and again to make sure he's still enjoying, to check in with him, but Bucky's pretty sure from the way that Steve trembles and moans under him that he's pushing all the right buttons.]
[ Oh, Bucky is evil and Steve can't manage even the words to tell him. It takes everything he has just to keep his eyes open so that he can watch. He'll remember, though. He's never had those little winks turned on him like this, but Bucky's just so damn charming, even with his lips wrapped around Steve and Steve hates how good it looks on him.
He's so easy for Bucky, thoroughly gone for every little think he does and it's ease to transfer his grip from the sheets to Bucky's hand, squeezing it as he feels his orgasm building. He's so close and with that hand in his, he's never felt closer to another person.
Everything Bucky does builds him higher and higher and the tease of teeth has his toes curling and it's not long before his thighs are tensing and he's squeezing Bucky's hand tight. ]
Buck--Bucky, I'm--
[ It's all the warning he can manage before his orgasm hits with a loud whine, his head falling back against the sheets as he breaths through it. ]
[Bucky’s addicted to this already: the way Steve shudders and moans under him, the feeling of being between those powerful legs, the claps of their hands. It’s something he knows he’s going to want again, and not least because this is something he can do for Steve.
There’s so much he wants to do for Steve.
He’s completely focused on his partner, watching for every shiver, listening for every moan. Each time the hand in his hair tightens he has to fight the impulse to let his eyes close, because he wants to watch. He doesn’t want to miss a moment of this, not when he has Steve so wrung out and strung out. He’s a gorgeous mess; Bucky knew he would be but the reality is so much better than anticipated.
He squeezes Steve’s hand when he feels the other man tense up; lets his other hand fall away so that he can swallow Steve down to the base. It’s— a little overwhelming and a lot messy; he hasn’t done this in forever. But it’s more than worth the attempt for Steve, and Bucky does his best to swallow everything, to work Steve through the high. Even that’s not the end of everything; when he pulls off it’s to kiss and lick and nuzzle, cleaning every inch of him, greedily seeking out every last taste.
His concentration breaks only enough for his eyes to flick up to Steve’s face; the mischief is seeping back into his expression.]
[ Steve can't keep his eyes open against it, shaking and shuddering under Bucky as his muscles tense and relax and he feels Bucky work him through it, but he's too gone for it to be anything but sensation now.
The hand in Bucky's hair goes slack and brushes down over Bucky's jaw in an absent caress. There's nothing about this that isn't perfect, worth every bit of the wait and everything he's gone through to get Bucky back. He would save Bucky from all his pain if he could, but he wouldn't give this up for anything, himself.
He feels relaxed and boneless, eyes still closed as he feels Bucky licking at his sensitive skin as he starts to go soft. He can't help whimpering as it starts to feel like too much, hips shifting restlessly as he looks down at Bucky and tugs gently at their joined hands. ]
C'mere, Buck.
[ All of his movements are lazy, like he couldn't muster an ounce of strength if he wanted to. He's not really sure that he could. His smile is wide, though, even through the hazy afterglow, he can't stop grinning like he's just won the best prize in the world. ]
[Bucky is entirely focused on Steve, on the nuances of his pleasure. On how he trembles, on the soft noises that fall from his lips. On the gentle caresses he grants, on how their hands are still joined. On how intense his gaze still feels when Bucky's eyes flick up, on how lazy and satisfied he looks.
Bucky presses another kiss to the mark he'd left at Steve's hip, crawling up Steve's body in a way that probably looks more like prowling than anything else. It's all so that he can lean over Steve, can brush their noses together affectionately and lean in for a happy little kiss.]
You are unfairly sexy, I hope you realize this.
[It's probably a silly thing to say but that's okay because silliness is a part of who they are as much as anything else. It fits right alongside the affection and the intimacy, right alongside the way Bucky presses as much of his skin against Steve's as possible as he insinuates himself against his partner's side. One leg tangles between Steve's, because he can't help wanting to be as close as possible, and he leans quite happily into that broad chest.]
I'm definitely going to want to do that again, just so you know.
[ Steve can't really do much but lie there and watch Bucky move, because his body might as well be made of liquid right now, but he manages to return the kiss with a blissed out smile and once Bucky settles against his side, he wraps his arm around Bucky to hold him close. ]
I think it's completely fair when you factor in how sexy you are.
[ He chuckles and squeezes Bucky closer, shifting to accommodate the two of them and hooking his ankle around Bucky's just so they can be a little more tangled up in each other.
If there's anyone else who can get to him like this, Steve hasn't met them yet and he's not sure how much he really believes in them existing at all. Either way, he doesn't need them, because nothing could be better than lying here with Bucky.
Bucky's temple is right there and Steve can't stop himself from kissing it and nuzzling Bucky's hair lazily, looking for any easy affection he can give right now. ]
So far, we haven't done anything I wouldn't repeat. For the record.
[Lingering like this in the aftermath, soft and warm and blissed out? This is perfect. Bucky quite happily leans int Steve's embrace, welcoming that arm, welcoming the way Steve tugs him close. It's as if he's always belonged right here, always fit right against Steve. Maybe they just both needed to grow a little bit to make that fit a reality.
He laughs, a warm, happy sound, at Steve's declaration.]
Is this where I say it takes one to know one?
[Bucky is quite happy to move more against Steve, to tangle themselves as fully and as comfortably as they can be. It's still kind of a marvel to him that Steve's in his bed, that he gets to have this: miles of skin sliding against his own, those clear eves over that smile, lazy kisses and quiet nuzzling. It's perfect.]
Duly noted. [A quiet sigh leaves him and Bucky tries to press himself closer, looking for more of that nuzzling.] Because I'm nowhere near done with you for the night.
[ It's easy to keep doing this, leaving kisses in Bucky's hair and pressing his nose and cheek to it in soft, aimless little motions. He just wants to be affectionate in this haze of afterglow.
His hands move along Bucky's skin, caressing his arm and jaw. The sex is nice. The orgasms have been incredibly good. This is just as nice, though. These affectionate, lazy touches feel just as intimate and he thinks he could do just think for the rest of his life and he wouldn't mind it. ]
But I won't be done after tonight, either.
[ It's a promise he aims to deliver on. Being done with Bucky isn't even an idea he can comprehend as long as Bucky's still on board. He wants every kiss, every touch, every sound he can get out of Bucky, because he loves it all and he loves every part of the man in his arms right now. ]
[Maybe this shouldn't be as easy as it is, but Bucky is too happy to care right now. Curled up with Steve, lazily petting skin and dropping kisses here and there like this is something they do all the time, like this is perfectly normal. And he wants it to be, wants it to be their normal, wants this closeness that they're really just starting to explore.
He sighs at a particularly nice touch, at the way Steve's hands linger. The sound is completely happy and full of contentment.]
Neither will I, pal. We have to start somewhere, right?
[He presses his smile against Steve's throat, attempts to crawl a little more under his skin. Bucky has no intention of going anywhere anytime soon — either tonight, or extending further into their lives. He doesn't know what the future will bring; neither of them do. But it doesn't matter because he thinks his is all he needs.]
[ Steve grins, petting over Bucky's skin and hair and dropping more lazy kisses because he can. Because being affectionate with Bucky is nice and Bucky deserves it. Steve wants him to feel loved and important, because he is and Steve is so much happier with Bucky close.
He pays special attention to the curves and dips of Bucky's muscles, caressing and teasing in equal measure.
This doesn't feel like a start to him, though. He thinks maybe they've always been on this long, meandering road to crashing together. This is a big step, though, and a really good one. ]
Well you do have me and I am here.
[ Closing his eyes, he lets out a happy little sigh. He's pretty sure he's going to need to sleep for a week when they're finally done tonight. Or maybe that's just the excuse he'll use to keep Bucky in bed for a week, which honestly sounds like a great plan right now because there isn't much he doesn't want to try with Bucky, at least not from the limited list of things he can think of. ]
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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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Bucky really is pushing him past the point of caution here and it frightens him a little, but he trusts Bucky and he trusts himself to stop if he has to. His muscles tremble with the effort it takes to keep his hips still, though. He's only about 90% successful as Bucky kisses his sensitive flesh, strangled moans pouring out of him as he watches Bucky. He can't look away, either, because he doesn't want to miss a moment of what this looks like. Bucky's between his legs, kiss-swollen lips on Steve's cock and God, Steve wants to make him look even more debauched, messy hair and wet, swollen lips. He wants to make Bucky look wrecked and then he wants to kiss him like that until neither of them can stand it. ]
Look so good, Buck.
[ There's more praise coming, but then Bucky's lips wrap around him and he starts to suck and Steve's pretty sure the talking portion of this is over for him as he moans loudly and fights to keep his eyes open. It's a battle he loses, but only for the briefest moment, which is good, because he wants to watch the stretch of Bucky's lips and the way Bucky's hair looks tangled around his fingers as he gives it another sharp tug. ]
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He looks up at those words, winking in response because he doesn't want to pull off Steve's cock to answer. One hand does crawl across the sheets though, to find Steve's hand and curl around it, to lace their fingers together. It actually makes him shiver a little bit, because this simple hand holding is do damn intimate.
He can't read Steve's mind but if he could, he'd most certainly agree with his train of thought: Bucky very much desires to let Steve wreck him, to give himself over to Steve more fully than he's ever given to a partner. It's something he's very much going to mention between rounds, when they're lazily cuddling and touching.
For now though? Now he just wants to focus on Steve, on driving him out of his mind with pleasure. He gradually takes more and more of his dick into his mouth, working the rest of Steve's length with his hand. His tongue works alongside the underside as he sucks, and once or twice he lets his teeth lightly scrape along skin, just to see if Steve likes the tease. Every time he feels a tug in his hair he moans around Steve, vibration and sound to hopefully broadcast how much he's enjoying it — and how Bucky's not opposed to Steve getting more handsy.
Eyes flick up to Steve's face now and again to make sure he's still enjoying, to check in with him, but Bucky's pretty sure from the way that Steve trembles and moans under him that he's pushing all the right buttons.]
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He's so easy for Bucky, thoroughly gone for every little think he does and it's ease to transfer his grip from the sheets to Bucky's hand, squeezing it as he feels his orgasm building. He's so close and with that hand in his, he's never felt closer to another person.
Everything Bucky does builds him higher and higher and the tease of teeth has his toes curling and it's not long before his thighs are tensing and he's squeezing Bucky's hand tight. ]
Buck--Bucky, I'm--
[ It's all the warning he can manage before his orgasm hits with a loud whine, his head falling back against the sheets as he breaths through it. ]
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There’s so much he wants to do for Steve.
He’s completely focused on his partner, watching for every shiver, listening for every moan. Each time the hand in his hair tightens he has to fight the impulse to let his eyes close, because he wants to watch. He doesn’t want to miss a moment of this, not when he has Steve so wrung out and strung out. He’s a gorgeous mess; Bucky knew he would be but the reality is so much better than anticipated.
He squeezes Steve’s hand when he feels the other man tense up; lets his other hand fall away so that he can swallow Steve down to the base. It’s— a little overwhelming and a lot messy; he hasn’t done this in forever. But it’s more than worth the attempt for Steve, and Bucky does his best to swallow everything, to work Steve through the high. Even that’s not the end of everything; when he pulls off it’s to kiss and lick and nuzzle, cleaning every inch of him, greedily seeking out every last taste.
His concentration breaks only enough for his eyes to flick up to Steve’s face; the mischief is seeping back into his expression.]
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The hand in Bucky's hair goes slack and brushes down over Bucky's jaw in an absent caress. There's nothing about this that isn't perfect, worth every bit of the wait and everything he's gone through to get Bucky back. He would save Bucky from all his pain if he could, but he wouldn't give this up for anything, himself.
He feels relaxed and boneless, eyes still closed as he feels Bucky licking at his sensitive skin as he starts to go soft. He can't help whimpering as it starts to feel like too much, hips shifting restlessly as he looks down at Bucky and tugs gently at their joined hands. ]
C'mere, Buck.
[ All of his movements are lazy, like he couldn't muster an ounce of strength if he wanted to. He's not really sure that he could. His smile is wide, though, even through the hazy afterglow, he can't stop grinning like he's just won the best prize in the world. ]
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Bucky presses another kiss to the mark he'd left at Steve's hip, crawling up Steve's body in a way that probably looks more like prowling than anything else. It's all so that he can lean over Steve, can brush their noses together affectionately and lean in for a happy little kiss.]
You are unfairly sexy, I hope you realize this.
[It's probably a silly thing to say but that's okay because silliness is a part of who they are as much as anything else. It fits right alongside the affection and the intimacy, right alongside the way Bucky presses as much of his skin against Steve's as possible as he insinuates himself against his partner's side. One leg tangles between Steve's, because he can't help wanting to be as close as possible, and he leans quite happily into that broad chest.]
I'm definitely going to want to do that again, just so you know.
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I think it's completely fair when you factor in how sexy you are.
[ He chuckles and squeezes Bucky closer, shifting to accommodate the two of them and hooking his ankle around Bucky's just so they can be a little more tangled up in each other.
If there's anyone else who can get to him like this, Steve hasn't met them yet and he's not sure how much he really believes in them existing at all. Either way, he doesn't need them, because nothing could be better than lying here with Bucky.
Bucky's temple is right there and Steve can't stop himself from kissing it and nuzzling Bucky's hair lazily, looking for any easy affection he can give right now. ]
So far, we haven't done anything I wouldn't repeat. For the record.
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He laughs, a warm, happy sound, at Steve's declaration.]
Is this where I say it takes one to know one?
[Bucky is quite happy to move more against Steve, to tangle themselves as fully and as comfortably as they can be. It's still kind of a marvel to him that Steve's in his bed, that he gets to have this: miles of skin sliding against his own, those clear eves over that smile, lazy kisses and quiet nuzzling. It's perfect.]
Duly noted. [A quiet sigh leaves him and Bucky tries to press himself closer, looking for more of that nuzzling.] Because I'm nowhere near done with you for the night.
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[ It's easy to keep doing this, leaving kisses in Bucky's hair and pressing his nose and cheek to it in soft, aimless little motions. He just wants to be affectionate in this haze of afterglow.
His hands move along Bucky's skin, caressing his arm and jaw. The sex is nice. The orgasms have been incredibly good. This is just as nice, though. These affectionate, lazy touches feel just as intimate and he thinks he could do just think for the rest of his life and he wouldn't mind it. ]
But I won't be done after tonight, either.
[ It's a promise he aims to deliver on. Being done with Bucky isn't even an idea he can comprehend as long as Bucky's still on board. He wants every kiss, every touch, every sound he can get out of Bucky, because he loves it all and he loves every part of the man in his arms right now. ]
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He sighs at a particularly nice touch, at the way Steve's hands linger. The sound is completely happy and full of contentment.]
Neither will I, pal. We have to start somewhere, right?
[He presses his smile against Steve's throat, attempts to crawl a little more under his skin. Bucky has no intention of going anywhere anytime soon — either tonight, or extending further into their lives. He doesn't know what the future will bring; neither of them do. But it doesn't matter because he thinks his is all he needs.]
And having you in my bed is a damn good start.
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He pays special attention to the curves and dips of Bucky's muscles, caressing and teasing in equal measure.
This doesn't feel like a start to him, though. He thinks maybe they've always been on this long, meandering road to crashing together. This is a big step, though, and a really good one. ]
Well you do have me and I am here.
[ Closing his eyes, he lets out a happy little sigh. He's pretty sure he's going to need to sleep for a week when they're finally done tonight. Or maybe that's just the excuse he'll use to keep Bucky in bed for a week, which honestly sounds like a great plan right now because there isn't much he doesn't want to try with Bucky, at least not from the limited list of things he can think of. ]
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