[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. ]
[Needless to say, cuddle time is going to be a Thing with them. Not that physical contact is exactly new; in their youth Bucky had always been quick to sling an arm around his best friend's shoulders, tug Steve close to laugh at their latest joke or prank or plan. And maybe this has grown out of that ready affection, that happy proximity; Bucky isn't sure. What he does know is how much he likes having Steve near, how settled he feels in his own skin simply by touching Steve's.
A happy noise escapes him whenever Steve's touch lingers. The curve of a bicep, the tangible bump of metal shoulder blending into flesh, the length of his hair. And his own hands aren't idle, tracing Steve's ribs, lingering at his hip, drawing nonsense patterns against his abs.]
Good. I plan on keeping you here for a long time.
[Tonight yes but even after this. Bucky wants Steve in his bed, wants to roll around in Steve's bed. But it's not just about the sex; he wants to wake up together for morning runs, wants to dance around the kitchen while coffee brews. Wants to curl up on the couch and try to catch up on some of the things they've missed, wants to do all of this and more with Steve.]
[ Steve's muscles twitch under Bucky's fingers, a feeling that isn't quite a tickle settling into the unfamiliar feeling of someone touching his skin like that. Not just someone. Bucky.
They've always been affectionate in a way that a lot of boys weren't, but it had always felt comfortable to Steve. Right. Like a connection to something important that not everyone is lucky enough to have in their lives.
He shifts, fingers carding through Bucky's hair now. The long hair has really grown on Steve. It suits Bucky somehow. He's changed so much, but he's still undeniably the man who's always been Steve's best friend. ]
I'm not leaving until you're sick of me.
[ And there's a little laugh, because he kind of means it. He's already here often enough. He's always most comfortable when they're living out of each other's back pockets. Adding this to what's already so strong about their relationship doesn't exactly make Steve want more space.
He wants everything with Bucky. He wants to find all the tiny little gaps left between them and close them until there's nothing there. ]
[Bucky’s fingers chase those little trembles and twitches, fascinated with the responses of Steve’s body. And he can’t help the sigh when Steve’s hand lingers in his hair. He really enjoys having it played with, one of the advantages of long hair, and he’s quite happy to lay like this and explore.
They have all night, and that’s just a start — especially when Steve says things like that.]
I don’t think I could ever get sick of you, jerk.
[And he laughs, because the insult is a tease more than anything else. There is the stray thought of asking Steve to move in, to stay in a more permanent way, but that’s for the morning, for discussion when they’re not tangled up in each other.]
I’d say what you’ve earned is more than a little indulgence, personally. You should let me indulge you, let me spoil you.
[ If he can get more little sighs out of Bucky, Steve will play with his hair all night. He runs his fingers through it, smoothing it down and working out any tangles he comes across with gentle effort. Most of those tangles are probably his fault, anyway. Bucky had looked pretty put together when Steve had shown up tonight. ]
I'm pretty sure you're already spoiling me, Buck, but you have to let me spoil you, too.
[ Because if there's anything Steve wants to indulge in, it's doing things for Bucky. He wants to show Bucky exactly what he means to Steve and he wants Bucky to understand exactly how amazing he is.
He turns his head, smiling into Bucky's hair again and kissing it before he speaks in a hushed voice. ]
You have no idea how much I enjoyed watching you fall apart. I want to find all the ways I can do that again.
[Steve is perfectly welcome to play with his hair all night. Bucky will do everything in his power to encourage it! Including nosing against Steve’s throat with another soft sigh, one he punctuates with a gentle nip. There’s no heat of lust behind it, not right now, just warmth and happiness.]
I feel pretty damn spoiled right now, just so you know.
[He does twitch his foot a little bit, toes tracing along Steve’s leg. It’s a silly little thing but he likes it. And a chuckle rumbles against Steve’s skin when he feels that soft little kiss. Lingering like this, cuddling and touching — it’s not something he had ever considered wanting. But having this with Steve is different than tangling with any of his past partners. This feels a little like coming home, and that’s huge for a man who doesn’t really have a home anymore.
He laughs again at Steve’s words, shifting only so that he can look the other man in the face. There’s a hint of wickedness in his expression, wickedness and mischief.]
There’s quite a few ways, Steve. You might have to stay here a while if you wanna explore all of them.
[ Steve doesn't miss anything. He's so attuned to Bucky's reactions right now, cataloging everything Bucky seems to like and everything Bucky does that Steve likes. Little sighs and lingering touches all feel like tiny victories. It's like Steve's won something special and worth treasuring for as long as he's allowed to have it. ]
You know I can't back away from a good challenge.
[ And if there's a little laughter in his voice, it's only because historically this has involved Bucky getting pulled into Steve's challenges and this will be no different. ]
I guess I'll have to stay a while, then. Redefine what being spoiled means for you.
[ He scratches at Bucky's scalp gently as his other hand caresses Bucky's jaw. Tender, affectionate touches that he can't help giving, as simple as exhaling a breath. ]
[It's unfair almost, how well Steve seems to be able to read him. That's supposed to be Bucky's thing! But he's not even really complaining because it's just so nice to linger together, warm and soft and happy and leaning into Steve, learning what he likes and delighting in how Steve's learning him as well. So much that they know about each other already and this is new and more than a little exciting. His smile curves long Steve's skin, a precursor to pressing a lingering kiss to the spot — just out of happiness, just because he can. It's nice.]
Then I guess I'm just gonna have to keep challenging you, aren't I?
[Which is just a part of who they are, really. The fact that they're exploring intimacy doesn't change that very basic tenant of their friendship.
Turning into those soft caresses, Bucky presses a kiss to the palm of Steve's hand before turning eyes on him once again. And the idea those words spark is wild, it's crazy, it's—]
Let's do it then. Stay a week — stay longer than a week. Let's just... explore each other. Figure this thing out.
[Sexually, platonically, and everything in between. Every shade and nuance of what they've become, every memory pieced together from their past and laid against their present, every way their new bodies fit together. It's worth exploring and it's worth doing together. And a week away from the world (barring the world falling apart)? That's definitely something Bucky wants to explore.]
[ Steve might roll his eyes a little, but it's only with fondness in mind. Bucky challenging him is nothing new. Hell, Bucky messing with him isn't, either. If it really bothered him, he would have made it known ages ago and he knows Bucky would have stopped, but he likes the way Bucky challenges him.
Neither of them have ever been afraid to call each other out or poke at each other's bruises. He's honestly relieved that they've settled back into that. It's a sure sign that Bucky really has made worlds of progress and Steve couldn't be happier about that. He'd hated feeling like they were tip-toeing around each other. ]
Okay.
[ There's a slow, lazy smile on his face as he says it and he really doesn't need to think it over to know that he wants what Bucky is suggesting. Things will always pull at them. He can't change who he is or walk away from it, but Bucky is a constant, too, and that's important. Things may pull at them sometimes, but Steve would like to think it's clear that Bucky's a big priority now that he's back in Steve's life. ]
I don't think I've heard a better offer since you asked me to live with you in Brooklyn.
[ There are a lot of reasons to say no, but one very big reason to say yet: He loves Bucky. ]
[Curled close, warm, happy, teasing. These are all things that make the night kind of perfect, and all things that Bucky won't trade for the entire world. Even the thread of challenge that ties them together feels comfortable, something that's warm and happy and filled with lazy possibility — something they can act on when they're ready to move yet something that can wait because there's no rush. For once in their lives, they can wait.
It's a comfortable feeling and goes perfectly with the warmth that is their bodies pressed together.
Bucky's mouth crooks into a smile. Their Brooklyn apartment was the worst, small and cramped and too cold in the winter, too hot in the summer. But it had been theirs, and that's all that had mattered.]
I just might be asking you to do that now, pal.
[Not that their lives will make it easy, and there's no guarantee that they'll see the inside of the apartment as much as they could be out and about doing what they need to do. But why not? It wouldn't be the first time they lived together, and Bucky thinks he adores the idea of sharing their space on a more regular basis.]
[ Steve's life had always been a modest one. Having that crappy apartment with Bucky had been amazing because it had been their home and getting to share a home with Bucky had been worth drafts and sweating and living half on top of each other, because his whole family had been in that apartment. Bucky had been it back then and even now that Steve's life has changed so much and he's made room in his heart for other people, Bucky's name is still on the biggest piece. He's still Steve's family.
Is it a crazy idea? Steve's probably not the best judge, anyway. He's well aware that he's always doing things that people think are crazy. He can't worry about them. He has to be true to himself and what he wants in life. This is what he wants right here. ]
Does it matter if it's crazy?
[ It sounds like a great idea to him, like something he would have wanted even without this new aspect of their relationship developing.
Sometimes he still worries about crowding Bucky too much. Giving Bucky space to figure out his own autonomy had been important, much as it had pained Steve to do anything other than drag Bucky around with him everywhere, but now Bucky's doing pretty well. Steve isn't worried anymore that Bucky might be following his lead out of habit. He hasn't been worried about that for a while.
Bucky isn't asking him to stay because he's afraid to be alone or because he thinks it's what Steve wants. He wants it himself and Bucky asking for things he wants isn't going to get old for Steve. It still make him happy to see that giant step of progress and he can't help indulging in just about anything Bucky asks for.
His slides his hand over Bucky's cheek, thumb moving in a gentle caress.]
[It’d been simple to extend the offer, and it’s just as easy to hear Steve accept it. Oh, they’ll have to figure out things like logistics, how and where and if Steve’s going to move here or Bucky’s going to move there or if they’ll find an entirely new place but that can all be addressed in the morning. It’s enough right now to have this much of a crazy plan, enough to know that Steve wants it as much as Bucky does.
He leans up, levers himself up with an elbow so that he can lean right into Steve’s space and kiss him full on the mouth.]
Wouldn’t be the first time either of us has done something crazy.
[Happiness dances in his eyes, clear and bright as anything and yes, this is something Bucky wants. It’s what he wants and it’s something he’s going to reach out and take because he can, because he and Steve have always been two halves of a whole. And with Steve he feels whole, happy and whole and he’s not the Bucky Barnes he used to be and that’s okay too.
He presses into Steve’s touch, silently asking him for more. He can’t get enough of the affection that flows so easily through them.]
And there’s no one I’d rather be with. I think that makes us a pretty perfect match.
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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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A happy noise escapes him whenever Steve's touch lingers. The curve of a bicep, the tangible bump of metal shoulder blending into flesh, the length of his hair. And his own hands aren't idle, tracing Steve's ribs, lingering at his hip, drawing nonsense patterns against his abs.]
Good. I plan on keeping you here for a long time.
[Tonight yes but even after this. Bucky wants Steve in his bed, wants to roll around in Steve's bed. But it's not just about the sex; he wants to wake up together for morning runs, wants to dance around the kitchen while coffee brews. Wants to curl up on the couch and try to catch up on some of the things they've missed, wants to do all of this and more with Steve.]
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They've always been affectionate in a way that a lot of boys weren't, but it had always felt comfortable to Steve. Right. Like a connection to something important that not everyone is lucky enough to have in their lives.
He shifts, fingers carding through Bucky's hair now. The long hair has really grown on Steve. It suits Bucky somehow. He's changed so much, but he's still undeniably the man who's always been Steve's best friend. ]
I'm not leaving until you're sick of me.
[ And there's a little laugh, because he kind of means it. He's already here often enough. He's always most comfortable when they're living out of each other's back pockets. Adding this to what's already so strong about their relationship doesn't exactly make Steve want more space.
He wants everything with Bucky. He wants to find all the tiny little gaps left between them and close them until there's nothing there. ]
But I'll try to earn my keep.
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They have all night, and that’s just a start — especially when Steve says things like that.]
I don’t think I could ever get sick of you, jerk.
[And he laughs, because the insult is a tease more than anything else. There is the stray thought of asking Steve to move in, to stay in a more permanent way, but that’s for the morning, for discussion when they’re not tangled up in each other.]
I’d say what you’ve earned is more than a little indulgence, personally. You should let me indulge you, let me spoil you.
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I'm pretty sure you're already spoiling me, Buck, but you have to let me spoil you, too.
[ Because if there's anything Steve wants to indulge in, it's doing things for Bucky. He wants to show Bucky exactly what he means to Steve and he wants Bucky to understand exactly how amazing he is.
He turns his head, smiling into Bucky's hair again and kissing it before he speaks in a hushed voice. ]
You have no idea how much I enjoyed watching you fall apart. I want to find all the ways I can do that again.
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I feel pretty damn spoiled right now, just so you know.
[He does twitch his foot a little bit, toes tracing along Steve’s leg. It’s a silly little thing but he likes it. And a chuckle rumbles against Steve’s skin when he feels that soft little kiss. Lingering like this, cuddling and touching — it’s not something he had ever considered wanting. But having this with Steve is different than tangling with any of his past partners. This feels a little like coming home, and that’s huge for a man who doesn’t really have a home anymore.
He laughs again at Steve’s words, shifting only so that he can look the other man in the face. There’s a hint of wickedness in his expression, wickedness and mischief.]
There’s quite a few ways, Steve. You might have to stay here a while if you wanna explore all of them.
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You know I can't back away from a good challenge.
[ And if there's a little laughter in his voice, it's only because historically this has involved Bucky getting pulled into Steve's challenges and this will be no different. ]
I guess I'll have to stay a while, then. Redefine what being spoiled means for you.
[ He scratches at Bucky's scalp gently as his other hand caresses Bucky's jaw. Tender, affectionate touches that he can't help giving, as simple as exhaling a breath. ]
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Then I guess I'm just gonna have to keep challenging you, aren't I?
[Which is just a part of who they are, really. The fact that they're exploring intimacy doesn't change that very basic tenant of their friendship.
Turning into those soft caresses, Bucky presses a kiss to the palm of Steve's hand before turning eyes on him once again. And the idea those words spark is wild, it's crazy, it's—]
Let's do it then. Stay a week — stay longer than a week. Let's just... explore each other. Figure this thing out.
[Sexually, platonically, and everything in between. Every shade and nuance of what they've become, every memory pieced together from their past and laid against their present, every way their new bodies fit together. It's worth exploring and it's worth doing together. And a week away from the world (barring the world falling apart)? That's definitely something Bucky wants to explore.]
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Neither of them have ever been afraid to call each other out or poke at each other's bruises. He's honestly relieved that they've settled back into that. It's a sure sign that Bucky really has made worlds of progress and Steve couldn't be happier about that. He'd hated feeling like they were tip-toeing around each other. ]
Okay.
[ There's a slow, lazy smile on his face as he says it and he really doesn't need to think it over to know that he wants what Bucky is suggesting. Things will always pull at them. He can't change who he is or walk away from it, but Bucky is a constant, too, and that's important. Things may pull at them sometimes, but Steve would like to think it's clear that Bucky's a big priority now that he's back in Steve's life. ]
I don't think I've heard a better offer since you asked me to live with you in Brooklyn.
[ There are a lot of reasons to say no, but one very big reason to say yet: He loves Bucky. ]
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It's a comfortable feeling and goes perfectly with the warmth that is their bodies pressed together.
Bucky's mouth crooks into a smile. Their Brooklyn apartment was the worst, small and cramped and too cold in the winter, too hot in the summer. But it had been theirs, and that's all that had mattered.]
I just might be asking you to do that now, pal.
[Not that their lives will make it easy, and there's no guarantee that they'll see the inside of the apartment as much as they could be out and about doing what they need to do. But why not? It wouldn't be the first time they lived together, and Bucky thinks he adores the idea of sharing their space on a more regular basis.]
Is that too crazy an idea?
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Is it a crazy idea? Steve's probably not the best judge, anyway. He's well aware that he's always doing things that people think are crazy. He can't worry about them. He has to be true to himself and what he wants in life. This is what he wants right here. ]
Does it matter if it's crazy?
[ It sounds like a great idea to him, like something he would have wanted even without this new aspect of their relationship developing.
Sometimes he still worries about crowding Bucky too much. Giving Bucky space to figure out his own autonomy had been important, much as it had pained Steve to do anything other than drag Bucky around with him everywhere, but now Bucky's doing pretty well. Steve isn't worried anymore that Bucky might be following his lead out of habit. He hasn't been worried about that for a while.
Bucky isn't asking him to stay because he's afraid to be alone or because he thinks it's what Steve wants. He wants it himself and Bucky asking for things he wants isn't going to get old for Steve. It still make him happy to see that giant step of progress and he can't help indulging in just about anything Bucky asks for.
His slides his hand over Bucky's cheek, thumb moving in a gentle caress.]
Buck, there's nowhere else I'd rather be.
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He leans up, levers himself up with an elbow so that he can lean right into Steve’s space and kiss him full on the mouth.]
Wouldn’t be the first time either of us has done something crazy.
[Happiness dances in his eyes, clear and bright as anything and yes, this is something Bucky wants. It’s what he wants and it’s something he’s going to reach out and take because he can, because he and Steve have always been two halves of a whole. And with Steve he feels whole, happy and whole and he’s not the Bucky Barnes he used to be and that’s okay too.
He presses into Steve’s touch, silently asking him for more. He can’t get enough of the affection that flows so easily through them.]
And there’s no one I’d rather be with. I think that makes us a pretty perfect match.
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