[ Steve can't even manage to tease all that hard right now. He's too happy. Seeing all that contentment on Bucky's face is like the greatest prize for him. He remembers a time when he hadn't known if Bucky could ever really be okay again. He'd been so worn down and frightened and it had broken Steve's heart to see it.
Now, he's so thankful for these moments. Every little smile or relaxed moment for Bucky is a win in Steve's eyes. That he's the cause is even better.
It feels like they're so connected now and Steve wants to hold onto that as long as he can.
His fingers travel down to Bucky's shoulder, tracing gentle shapes there. ]
[And sure, maybe their teasing game is a little weak right now but it'll surely be forgiven with how completely happy he is to be curled up with Steve, touching and caressing and kissing. And Bucky likes the promise in it too, the promise for more of this, for similar encounters. And even for mornings spent in each other's space, afternoons curled on the couch with books or a movie.
He shifts his arm to wrap it around Steve's waist, squeezing happily.]
You are, are you? [It's a little bit mischievous and a lot happy, and Bucky raises himself up just enough to kiss Steve, because he's never going to get enough of kissing Steve.] Because I'm half tempted to tell you to seduce me.
[It's half a tease and half not, full of affection for Steve and a sense of complete awe that this is happening at all.]
[ Steve's never been one to ignore a challenge, even a friendly half-joking one. This is no exception, especially when it's one that seems so appealing.
He hums thoughtfully, trying his best to look like he really is considering it carefully.
There's a wicked little smile on his lips as the arm that's wrapped around Bucky tightens and his hand slides up Bucky's neck to tangle in his hair and pull him back in for a much more heated kiss. His other hand finds its way to Bucky's lower back and then lower over the swell of his ass.
He even lets a little moan slip out, promising just as much as it is appreciative.
The kiss lingers, hot and hard until he finds himself going a little breathless from it. ]
I'm not sure if I know how to seduce, but I can try.
[Maybe it's because Bucky knows that Steve can't ignore a challenge, that he issues such a one in the first place. Maybe it's all just good fun tangled up with the exploration they've been doing, because Bucky really is enjoying exploring everything that he can with Steve. Maybe it's the way Steve had gotten a little possessive earlier; Bucky had rather enjoyed that.
He's also enjoying the way Steve pulls him close now, hands on his skin and in his hair and not at all shy about where they wander. His hips rock as he pushes his ass against Steve's hand, inviting, and the kiss is returned with as much enthusiasm as it's given. One thing is most certainly for sure: Bucky isn't going to be tired of kissing Steve any time soon.
His eyebrows go up at that comment though, his expression incredulous. It's half an act, just as Steve's considering look had been.]
Steve, if this is you not knowing how to seduce me, then I'm definitely in trouble because damn.
[Oh, he's definitely an asshole. But he's Bucky's asshole.]
[ Steve's smile turns warmer. He can't quite keep the fondness out of his eyes, even when he's trying to pretend, because Bucky is so beautiful to him like this, irresistible in every way that matters and Steve is like a moth to a flame here. He's just lucky that Bucky doesn't want to burn him.
His hands stay where they are, holding Bucky close as he brushes his nose against Bucky's and kisses his cheek, the corner of his mouth and his jaw. The kisses are slow and gentle now as he hums gently. ]
I really do have no idea what I'm doing, Buck.
[ There's a little chuckle right before he presses another kiss to Bucky's lips. ]
But I want to figure it out for you.
[ Because Bucky's worth it. Because Steve would do anything to pull Bucky apart and make him lose himself again and again for as long as Bucky will let him. ]
[The underlying affection and trust they have for each other is probably a large part of why this works so well for them. They simply fit together, and Bucky feels almost complete when Steve looks at him with that softness in his eyes. The smile he wears in response is probably a little goofy but he doesn't care because it feels so nice to linger like this, warm and happy eagerly returning each kiss that Steve gifts him.]
You just being you is enough for me. I've wanted this for a while, wanted it with you.
[The timing hadn't been right until now; it's an irrefutable fact but Bucky still can't help how happy he is that things are finally falling into place. That they can be here like this, together; that they can cuddle and kiss and touch. He slides a leg along Steve's, shifts to try to press more of himself against his partner (as if there's any space between them at all).]
You are. Everything we're doing has been perfect for me.
[Everything from dance lessons to coffee to kissing to sex, it's perfect.]
[ Being close to Bucky in any capacity is great for him. Being able to touch Bucky like this, to really be this honest with him, is more than Steve could have hoped for.
He wants this. He wants to figure out all of it and he wants to give Bucky everything he could possibly want, because it's nothing short of what Bucky deserves.
His hands move over Bucky's skin and through his hair, shifting and pulling Bucky impossibly closer as he leans in for another kiss, this one full of all the affection he feelings blooming in his chest right now.
He's not exactly ready for the next round, but that doesn't mean he wants to stop touching Bucky for even a second. If there's a physical way to show how much he cares about Bucky, he's going to find it. He's going to find every single way to make sure Bucky knows exactly what he means to Steve. ]
I can't imagine doing anything with you and not loving it.
[Steve's shifting pulls Bucky half on top of him, but Bucky clearly doesn't mind being so close. Especially with hands in his hair and on his skin, with his own hands idly tracing the lines of Steve's body. It's nice: comforting, calming, warm. It's the closest thing to home that Bucky's felt in a long time, and he's pretty sure it's because it's the two of them. It makes him smile, partly for memory of their childhood and partly for having found each other again now.
He follows the kiss with another, placed just to the side of Steve's mouth. A third gets dropped on his chin and a fourth against his neck before Bucky nuzzles right into it. They have a lot of missed time to make up, which clearly means that they need to be cuddling constantly. He has no objections to the idea.]
I'm sure there's something.
[There are probably a lot of somethings, honestly, and a lot of them tied up in the category that is the tragedies of their lives. But Bucky pulls a face when he says it, to distract from the potentially dark path of those thoughts and into the lighthearted and silly instead.]
I mean, remember that time crawling through the sewers? That was not fun.
[ Wow. Steve actually snorts and smacks Bucky's thigh because it's the closest thing to his hand when Bucky says it. Yes, there are plenty of things he could do without experiencing, but anything that qualifies as potentially fun is better with Bucky there, even things he hadn't thought he'd enjoy much, like the dancing. ]
Don't be an ass. You know what I meant.
[ He immediately smooths his hand over the spot he'd smacked, though, mostly just because he wants to keep touching Bucky all over and also because his mind can go to some dark and tragic places, too, and he doesn't want it to. Not right now when he finally has Bucky in his arms.
With a little sigh, he tips his head to the side to make room for Bucky, exposing his throat without much of a thought. ]
[Bucky’s already laughing before that smack; it just makes him laugh even harder. Really, this is just how they are, good natured rubbing and a few sharp elbows here and there. And Bucky’s kind of in love with the fact they hat Steve can fully participate in the roughhousing now, to a greater degree than when they were young. It’s a weight off his shoulders, not constantly worrying if he’s going to be too rough on his friend.]
I know. And I thought you liked my ass.
[Are Steve’s eyes rolling yet? If they’re not, well, Bucky is fully prepared to redouble his efforts. Though he does sigh happily when Steve’s hand strokes over that spot on his thigh, shifting the leg to get more skin contact. It feels good, the simple petting, and he could probably spend most of the rest of the day doing nothing but this.
With another contented sigh he presses a series of soft, happy kisses to Steve’s throat, tiny little things meant more for affection than arousal.]
[ In fact, his hand slides up that thigh to rest on it, touch feather-light.
He still feels a little awe at the fact that he can touch Bucky like this, that he can pour all that affection out on Bucky without holding back. That Bucky's returning it is an added bonus, but all Steve really wants right now is to make Bucky feel exactly how important and appreciated he is here. How much he means to Steve and how needed he is in Steve's life, even after all these years.
Bucky still feels like home to him in a way nothing else does anymore. ]
It's a nice one.
[ He closes his eyes, drawing shapes on Bucky's skin and enjoying the feel of those little kisses.
Everything about this feels so intimate. He feels exposed to Bucky completely and it doesn't scare him at all now. He can't imagine not jumping head-first into anything with Bucky by his side. Maybe he's riding a little high on emotions and afterglow right now, but that's okay, too. After all this time, they're allowed a little indulgence. ]
[At that touch Bucky wiggles his ass a little bit, just to be a brat. He thinks Steve's probably expecting something of the sort anyway. He does chuckle at the comment though, the way Steve agrees with him. It's nice, it's fun, it's silly, and it's kind of perfect.
He doesn't even have words to describe how right this is, but hopefully Steve can tell just from the way Bucky stays close to him, as much skin pressed together as possible and his hands softly petting wherever they can reach.]
I'm kinda partial to yours, personally.
[Eventually he half rolls away, just enough to snag the edge of the blanket and drag it with him as he settles back against Steve. The bed is already pretty rumpled from their activities anyway and it's certainly not cold, but there's something about snuggling in and cocooning himself against his partner that makes it just a little bit more cozy. It's like nothing of the outside world can touch them here, like they're in a little bubble of space all their own and nothing else exists.
It's a silly fantasy of course, but Bucky wants to hold onto it for as long as possible.]
[ Steve watches Bucky's movements with a lazy, hooded look. Bucky could probably get away with anything right now as long as it doesn't involve moving away from Steve for too long.
With Bucky settled back against him, he wraps a strong arm around Bucky again, holding him and the blanket close. It does feel nice. It's safe in a way he's not sure he's ever felt without Bucky there. Maybe not since before the war, back when he'd been so small and they'd barely made it by some months, but Bucky had been there to have his back and they'd always caught each other on a stumble.
He'd been so confident back then that he couldn't fail, because Bucky was always a step behind him and they'd been unstoppable together, making impossible things work out and anchoring each other in ways no one else ever could.
Maybe they can just stay like this forever. Steve things he's so tired sometimes. For all the jokes about his age, he hasn't been awake for that long. He shouldn't feel this tired and old. At least with Bucky, he almost doesn't. He almost feels like he could keep going forever. ]
You want to sleep a little.
[ He turns his head, pushes his nose into Bucky's hair. ]
[Strictly speaking, Bucky isn’t tired. Lazy from their activities and content to linger, yes. But not really tired. However when Steve suggests it, all he can picture is drifting off curled together like this. And who knows? Maybe the company will keep the nightmares at bay. Not that they’re as frequent now as they used to be, but Bucky still gets them.
It’s a good thing though, he supposes. It means he hasn’t grown complacent to the kinds of horrors he’s seen.
But now Steve offers the opportunity to sleep together — in the innuendo-free sense of the word — and the idea seems pretty damn attractive.]
I could doze a little, I think. You’re comfortable.
[He smiles at the way Steve nuzzles. Apparently they both like his long hair!]
[ Steve's not entirely tired, either, but he's content and his limbs feel heavy. He thinks he'd like to lie here and doze with Bucky for a while before they do anything else. And he'd like to do that, too, but first this.
He kisses Bucky's hair, which he definitely does like. It suits him. It's different from what he used to look like, but it's still Bucky, just like the rest of him. He still feels like Bucky in every way that matters, even with all the newer details. ]
Mmm yeah.
[ His arms tighten around Bucky as he shifts a little before settling again. ]
[Not that he’d thought it would be bad or anything! It’s more that the closeness they share is something that goes beyond the physical sensation, a feeling that goes all the way down to Bucky’s heart. Steve is as comfortable as a favorite sweater but as exciting as a new thrill; it’s a dichotomy that’s going to keep Bucky as interested as it keeps him on his toes. He wouldn’t trade it for anything.
He gently pets skin as Steve settles, leaning up for a kiss before nuzzling into prime cuddling position, curled up against Steve with legs tangled. He’s quite content to just drift into a doze as long as Steve is equally as comfortable; even shifting around if the desire so moves them. They just fit together that well.]
[ Steve means to answer, but the lazy murmur that he responds with is mostly unintelligible as he lets himself drift off. Bucky's right, though. However nice this could have been in his imagination, the reality of having Bucky in his arms is something else entirely. He feels safe and he feels like Bucky is safe here and it sets so many of his worries aside.
Normally, his sleep isn't always restful. His nightmares aren't as bad as he suspects Bucky's are, but even after he'd gotten Bucky back, he'd still dreamt of that train from time to time. Now, his dreams are peaceful, even in the light sleep.
Periodically, he shifts in his sleep, holding Bucky a little tighter or nuzzling into his soft hair. Even at rest, his body knows that it's Bucky here, weight against him like an anchor. ]
[It’s easy to fall asleep with Steve, easy to let his eyes close and revel in the comfort of holding and being held, of fitting together in Bucky’s bed, of lazily petting and nuzzling into warm skin. Bucky relaxes — truly relaxes — and lets himself drift, falling into a dreamless doze that’s more restful than any sleep he’s had in a while.
It’s all because Steve’s here with him, his brain recognizing that on a level that bypasses conscious thought and simply urges him to press close and stay there, to curl against Steve and refuse to let go. There’s plenty of bed for them to share but they’re taking only a fraction of it, too content to stay close to even consider movement.
Of course his body is still very much conscious of being curled around Steve, of the way they tangle together, of the miles of naked skin against his own. And his body is still very much interested in learning how they fit together, such that interest is blooming even before he’s fully awake yet, shifting against Steve with small motions. What that means is that when he does finally rouse himself to awareness is that he’s hard already, grinding against his partner’s thigh.
And Bucky? He’s willing to roll with it, peering up at Steve’s face to see how he feels about the situation.]
[ Steve hums, not quite awake himself, but Bucky's movement is has him stirring. He's somewhere between a dream and reality, the sharp smell of sex and Bucky settling in the room around him and the hard line of Bucky's cock pressed against him and his own body reacts in kind.
He shifts with lazy movements, seeking out friction for his own needs. He's half-hard, probably has been for a while with dreams of everything he wants with Bucky floating in his head--the sexual and the domestic. Maybe they can't have everything, but they can carve out room for a hell of a lot. Steve will be fine as long as he has Bucky at his side, in any case. ]
Mmm Buck.
[ His voice is raw with sleep, hand sliding up Bucky's back as his eyelids flutter. ]
[Bucky presses closer as Steve stirs, hips moving both to find and to give friction where they both want it even as he tries to shake off the pleasant feelings of sleeping together. He’s rested, warm and happy, and Steve’s still here. That fills his heart as much as arousal fills his dick.
Lips find skin to kiss, a kiss that turns into a series of little nips and licks all along Steve’s throat. They’re small affections, a little heavy with the shaking off of sleep and a quiet whine escapes him as Steve’s hand wanders. Normally when Bucky wakes up aroused he rolls out of bed and jerks it in the shower. Now he thinks he’d like to roll around in bed with Steve, do quite a bit more than jerking each other off.]
[ Steve makes another fuzzy, pleased sound as his hips rock up against Bucky. It's a slow, lazy movement, chasing the feeling without any real desperation yet. He tips his head to the side, giving Buck all the access he could want to Steve's throat. ]
I can tell.
[ There's humor in his voice. It's not as if he doesn't want Bucky just as much. He's a little sluggish as he opens his eyes, hands exploring Bucky's skin like it's still new and he can't get enough of it. ]
I could get used to waking up like this.
[ He shifts then, turns his head so he can kiss Bucky, just as slow and lazy as the rest of his movements. ]
[Slow and lazy is a good way to start things, grinding together, hips slotting against hips to explore the idea of friction while Bucky's lips and tongue explore the skin on Steve's throat. He's warm; Bucky's always known this but he likes that he's rediscovering it, likes that he gets to learn Steve like this. It's like icing on top of a really amazing cake, like a dream come true in the best way possible.
A quietly amused noise meets Steve's reply. Those wandering hands certainly speak volumes, as does the way Bucky presses into them. He's not sure if he'd ever have pegged Steve as being handsy — this century has had some weird influences on his friend after all — but Bucky kind of adores it. With Steve's hands on him Bucky's skin doesn't feel too small or stretched too thin. It's almost like Steve's touch helps define the borders of his shape, and Bucky simply shifts to fit within that outline. It's comforting, in its own way. Grounding.
It feels like home.]
You can wake up like this whenever you want.
[And they can, can't they? They most certainly have the freedom to be able to do so — depending on what's going on of course, because Bucky knows that eventually they'll be pulled back out into the world. And he doesn't mind that either; he's always had Steve's six, and nothing about that is going to change — except that there might be a little more kissing involved now.
And speaking of kissing he meets Steve's lips with his own, content to trade slow, lazy kisses back and forth. It's probably good that there's nothing pressing that needs their attention, because Bucky thinks he'd be quite content to linger like this for quite a while.]
[ It's not like Steve's had a lot of opportunities to get handsy with someone. He's not the kind of person to touch anyone like that lightly and it's not as if he's been in a lot of situations that warrant heavy petting, but having Bucky naked and on top of him seems like a more than appropriate time and Steve's never been anything short of bold when he wants to be.
He wants to touch every inch of Bucky and Bucky doesn't seem to mind a bit, so he sees no reason not to. These are old urges he's giving into now. Things he'd wanted to do to Bucky ages ago and newer things he never would have thought of back then. Now, he knows so much more, but not just about sexuality. He knows more about himself and more about Bucky. Everything that matters is perfect.
The kisses are as languid as the rest of his movements, lips sliding and parting against Bucky's like he's trying to say something with it. Maybe he is. Maybe he just wants Bucky to know how loved he really is.
When he pulls back to breath, he barely moves, nose sliding against Bucky's in a gentle nuzzle. ]
I can't think of why I wouldn't want to wake up like this every morning that I can.
[ His hands slide over the curve of Bucky's ass, pulling him down as he rocks up slowly. ]
[Of course Bucky doesn't mind Steve touching every inch of him. Those little touches send pleasant thrills of sensation along his nerves, but they also feel welcoming, make him feel like he belongs here. It's a little silly perhaps but he can't help it. And he wonders if Steve knows it too, can see those thoughts. If he can sense that this is deeper than physical attraction, more than just two bodies sharing space. Bucky's never quite believed in soulmates but this? This has got to be damn close.
And what he can feel, what he can taste in Steve's kiss is profound in a way that Bucky hadn't anticipated. It's warm in so many ways: warm with affection, warm with acceptance, warm with desire. He licks into Steve's mouth, pressing his own answers to those unspoken ideas there, painting them with his tongue against Steve's own. It's a language as much as words, a quiet sort of communication that simply feels right because he's doing it with Steve.
Those quiet little nuzzles, like everything else, make him smile. He doesn't think he's smiled this much since their youth.]
Every morning that we can be like this, then. I'd like to.
[He sounds softly against skin at the way he's pulled in, happily picking up the rhythm of Steve's hips. It's probably very clear how much he likes being touched like this.]
[ Steve can already feel himself getting all wrapped up in Bucky.
No. That's not right. He's been wrapped up in Bucky for years. All that love and grief and all the things that had come after he'd found Bucky alive again twisting around his heart like Kevlar.
He likes being wrapped up in Bucky, too, both physically and emotionally. There's no one else he'd ever want to let in like this. He's not an open book, not even to Bucky, but this is the closest he gets. Most of the important things, he says, even if he doesn't say them in words. ]
I'm sure we can find some acceptable variations, too.
[ There aren't enough gestures in the world to really say what he's feeling. He'd need more hands, senses humans don't even possess and a whole new vocabulary to make it completely accurate, but he's going to say as much as he can with touches and kisses and skin sliding on skin as they move together. ]
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[ Steve can't even manage to tease all that hard right now. He's too happy. Seeing all that contentment on Bucky's face is like the greatest prize for him. He remembers a time when he hadn't known if Bucky could ever really be okay again. He'd been so worn down and frightened and it had broken Steve's heart to see it.
Now, he's so thankful for these moments. Every little smile or relaxed moment for Bucky is a win in Steve's eyes. That he's the cause is even better.
It feels like they're so connected now and Steve wants to hold onto that as long as he can.
His fingers travel down to Bucky's shoulder, tracing gentle shapes there. ]
I think I'm pretty good at instigating.
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[And sure, maybe their teasing game is a little weak right now but it'll surely be forgiven with how completely happy he is to be curled up with Steve, touching and caressing and kissing. And Bucky likes the promise in it too, the promise for more of this, for similar encounters. And even for mornings spent in each other's space, afternoons curled on the couch with books or a movie.
He shifts his arm to wrap it around Steve's waist, squeezing happily.]
You are, are you? [It's a little bit mischievous and a lot happy, and Bucky raises himself up just enough to kiss Steve, because he's never going to get enough of kissing Steve.] Because I'm half tempted to tell you to seduce me.
[It's half a tease and half not, full of affection for Steve and a sense of complete awe that this is happening at all.]
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He hums thoughtfully, trying his best to look like he really is considering it carefully.
There's a wicked little smile on his lips as the arm that's wrapped around Bucky tightens and his hand slides up Bucky's neck to tangle in his hair and pull him back in for a much more heated kiss. His other hand finds its way to Bucky's lower back and then lower over the swell of his ass.
He even lets a little moan slip out, promising just as much as it is appreciative.
The kiss lingers, hot and hard until he finds himself going a little breathless from it. ]
I'm not sure if I know how to seduce, but I can try.
[ Or he's a teasing asshole. ]
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He's also enjoying the way Steve pulls him close now, hands on his skin and in his hair and not at all shy about where they wander. His hips rock as he pushes his ass against Steve's hand, inviting, and the kiss is returned with as much enthusiasm as it's given. One thing is most certainly for sure: Bucky isn't going to be tired of kissing Steve any time soon.
His eyebrows go up at that comment though, his expression incredulous. It's half an act, just as Steve's considering look had been.]
Steve, if this is you not knowing how to seduce me, then I'm definitely in trouble because damn.
[Oh, he's definitely an asshole. But he's Bucky's asshole.]
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His hands stay where they are, holding Bucky close as he brushes his nose against Bucky's and kisses his cheek, the corner of his mouth and his jaw. The kisses are slow and gentle now as he hums gently. ]
I really do have no idea what I'm doing, Buck.
[ There's a little chuckle right before he presses another kiss to Bucky's lips. ]
But I want to figure it out for you.
[ Because Bucky's worth it. Because Steve would do anything to pull Bucky apart and make him lose himself again and again for as long as Bucky will let him. ]
And I want to take care of you.
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You just being you is enough for me. I've wanted this for a while, wanted it with you.
[The timing hadn't been right until now; it's an irrefutable fact but Bucky still can't help how happy he is that things are finally falling into place. That they can be here like this, together; that they can cuddle and kiss and touch. He slides a leg along Steve's, shifts to try to press more of himself against his partner (as if there's any space between them at all).]
You are. Everything we're doing has been perfect for me.
[Everything from dance lessons to coffee to kissing to sex, it's perfect.]
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[ Being close to Bucky in any capacity is great for him. Being able to touch Bucky like this, to really be this honest with him, is more than Steve could have hoped for.
He wants this. He wants to figure out all of it and he wants to give Bucky everything he could possibly want, because it's nothing short of what Bucky deserves.
His hands move over Bucky's skin and through his hair, shifting and pulling Bucky impossibly closer as he leans in for another kiss, this one full of all the affection he feelings blooming in his chest right now.
He's not exactly ready for the next round, but that doesn't mean he wants to stop touching Bucky for even a second. If there's a physical way to show how much he cares about Bucky, he's going to find it. He's going to find every single way to make sure Bucky knows exactly what he means to Steve. ]
I can't imagine doing anything with you and not loving it.
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He follows the kiss with another, placed just to the side of Steve's mouth. A third gets dropped on his chin and a fourth against his neck before Bucky nuzzles right into it. They have a lot of missed time to make up, which clearly means that they need to be cuddling constantly. He has no objections to the idea.]
I'm sure there's something.
[There are probably a lot of somethings, honestly, and a lot of them tied up in the category that is the tragedies of their lives. But Bucky pulls a face when he says it, to distract from the potentially dark path of those thoughts and into the lighthearted and silly instead.]
I mean, remember that time crawling through the sewers? That was not fun.
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Don't be an ass. You know what I meant.
[ He immediately smooths his hand over the spot he'd smacked, though, mostly just because he wants to keep touching Bucky all over and also because his mind can go to some dark and tragic places, too, and he doesn't want it to. Not right now when he finally has Bucky in his arms.
With a little sigh, he tips his head to the side to make room for Bucky, exposing his throat without much of a thought. ]
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I know. And I thought you liked my ass.
[Are Steve’s eyes rolling yet? If they’re not, well, Bucky is fully prepared to redouble his efforts. Though he does sigh happily when Steve’s hand strokes over that spot on his thigh, shifting the leg to get more skin contact. It feels good, the simple petting, and he could probably spend most of the rest of the day doing nothing but this.
With another contented sigh he presses a series of soft, happy kisses to Steve’s throat, tiny little things meant more for affection than arousal.]
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[ In fact, his hand slides up that thigh to rest on it, touch feather-light.
He still feels a little awe at the fact that he can touch Bucky like this, that he can pour all that affection out on Bucky without holding back. That Bucky's returning it is an added bonus, but all Steve really wants right now is to make Bucky feel exactly how important and appreciated he is here. How much he means to Steve and how needed he is in Steve's life, even after all these years.
Bucky still feels like home to him in a way nothing else does anymore. ]
It's a nice one.
[ He closes his eyes, drawing shapes on Bucky's skin and enjoying the feel of those little kisses.
Everything about this feels so intimate. He feels exposed to Bucky completely and it doesn't scare him at all now. He can't imagine not jumping head-first into anything with Bucky by his side. Maybe he's riding a little high on emotions and afterglow right now, but that's okay, too. After all this time, they're allowed a little indulgence. ]
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He doesn't even have words to describe how right this is, but hopefully Steve can tell just from the way Bucky stays close to him, as much skin pressed together as possible and his hands softly petting wherever they can reach.]
I'm kinda partial to yours, personally.
[Eventually he half rolls away, just enough to snag the edge of the blanket and drag it with him as he settles back against Steve. The bed is already pretty rumpled from their activities anyway and it's certainly not cold, but there's something about snuggling in and cocooning himself against his partner that makes it just a little bit more cozy. It's like nothing of the outside world can touch them here, like they're in a little bubble of space all their own and nothing else exists.
It's a silly fantasy of course, but Bucky wants to hold onto it for as long as possible.]
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With Bucky settled back against him, he wraps a strong arm around Bucky again, holding him and the blanket close. It does feel nice. It's safe in a way he's not sure he's ever felt without Bucky there. Maybe not since before the war, back when he'd been so small and they'd barely made it by some months, but Bucky had been there to have his back and they'd always caught each other on a stumble.
He'd been so confident back then that he couldn't fail, because Bucky was always a step behind him and they'd been unstoppable together, making impossible things work out and anchoring each other in ways no one else ever could.
Maybe they can just stay like this forever. Steve things he's so tired sometimes. For all the jokes about his age, he hasn't been awake for that long. He shouldn't feel this tired and old. At least with Bucky, he almost doesn't. He almost feels like he could keep going forever. ]
You want to sleep a little.
[ He turns his head, pushes his nose into Bucky's hair. ]
I'm not going anywhere.
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[Strictly speaking, Bucky isn’t tired. Lazy from their activities and content to linger, yes. But not really tired. However when Steve suggests it, all he can picture is drifting off curled together like this. And who knows? Maybe the company will keep the nightmares at bay. Not that they’re as frequent now as they used to be, but Bucky still gets them.
It’s a good thing though, he supposes. It means he hasn’t grown complacent to the kinds of horrors he’s seen.
But now Steve offers the opportunity to sleep together — in the innuendo-free sense of the word — and the idea seems pretty damn attractive.]
I could doze a little, I think. You’re comfortable.
[He smiles at the way Steve nuzzles. Apparently they both like his long hair!]
You?
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He kisses Bucky's hair, which he definitely does like. It suits him. It's different from what he used to look like, but it's still Bucky, just like the rest of him. He still feels like Bucky in every way that matters, even with all the newer details. ]
Mmm yeah.
[ His arms tighten around Bucky as he shifts a little before settling again. ]
This is nice.
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[Not that he’d thought it would be bad or anything! It’s more that the closeness they share is something that goes beyond the physical sensation, a feeling that goes all the way down to Bucky’s heart. Steve is as comfortable as a favorite sweater but as exciting as a new thrill; it’s a dichotomy that’s going to keep Bucky as interested as it keeps him on his toes. He wouldn’t trade it for anything.
He gently pets skin as Steve settles, leaning up for a kiss before nuzzling into prime cuddling position, curled up against Steve with legs tangled. He’s quite content to just drift into a doze as long as Steve is equally as comfortable; even shifting around if the desire so moves them. They just fit together that well.]
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Normally, his sleep isn't always restful. His nightmares aren't as bad as he suspects Bucky's are, but even after he'd gotten Bucky back, he'd still dreamt of that train from time to time. Now, his dreams are peaceful, even in the light sleep.
Periodically, he shifts in his sleep, holding Bucky a little tighter or nuzzling into his soft hair. Even at rest, his body knows that it's Bucky here, weight against him like an anchor. ]
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It’s all because Steve’s here with him, his brain recognizing that on a level that bypasses conscious thought and simply urges him to press close and stay there, to curl against Steve and refuse to let go. There’s plenty of bed for them to share but they’re taking only a fraction of it, too content to stay close to even consider movement.
Of course his body is still very much conscious of being curled around Steve, of the way they tangle together, of the miles of naked skin against his own. And his body is still very much interested in learning how they fit together, such that interest is blooming even before he’s fully awake yet, shifting against Steve with small motions. What that means is that when he does finally rouse himself to awareness is that he’s hard already, grinding against his partner’s thigh.
And Bucky? He’s willing to roll with it, peering up at Steve’s face to see how he feels about the situation.]
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He shifts with lazy movements, seeking out friction for his own needs. He's half-hard, probably has been for a while with dreams of everything he wants with Bucky floating in his head--the sexual and the domestic. Maybe they can't have everything, but they can carve out room for a hell of a lot. Steve will be fine as long as he has Bucky at his side, in any case. ]
Mmm Buck.
[ His voice is raw with sleep, hand sliding up Bucky's back as his eyelids flutter. ]
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[Bucky presses closer as Steve stirs, hips moving both to find and to give friction where they both want it even as he tries to shake off the pleasant feelings of sleeping together. He’s rested, warm and happy, and Steve’s still here. That fills his heart as much as arousal fills his dick.
Lips find skin to kiss, a kiss that turns into a series of little nips and licks all along Steve’s throat. They’re small affections, a little heavy with the shaking off of sleep and a quiet whine escapes him as Steve’s hand wanders. Normally when Bucky wakes up aroused he rolls out of bed and jerks it in the shower. Now he thinks he’d like to roll around in bed with Steve, do quite a bit more than jerking each other off.]
I want you.
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I can tell.
[ There's humor in his voice. It's not as if he doesn't want Bucky just as much. He's a little sluggish as he opens his eyes, hands exploring Bucky's skin like it's still new and he can't get enough of it. ]
I could get used to waking up like this.
[ He shifts then, turns his head so he can kiss Bucky, just as slow and lazy as the rest of his movements. ]
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A quietly amused noise meets Steve's reply. Those wandering hands certainly speak volumes, as does the way Bucky presses into them. He's not sure if he'd ever have pegged Steve as being handsy — this century has had some weird influences on his friend after all — but Bucky kind of adores it. With Steve's hands on him Bucky's skin doesn't feel too small or stretched too thin. It's almost like Steve's touch helps define the borders of his shape, and Bucky simply shifts to fit within that outline. It's comforting, in its own way. Grounding.
It feels like home.]
You can wake up like this whenever you want.
[And they can, can't they? They most certainly have the freedom to be able to do so — depending on what's going on of course, because Bucky knows that eventually they'll be pulled back out into the world. And he doesn't mind that either; he's always had Steve's six, and nothing about that is going to change — except that there might be a little more kissing involved now.
And speaking of kissing he meets Steve's lips with his own, content to trade slow, lazy kisses back and forth. It's probably good that there's nothing pressing that needs their attention, because Bucky thinks he'd be quite content to linger like this for quite a while.]
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He wants to touch every inch of Bucky and Bucky doesn't seem to mind a bit, so he sees no reason not to. These are old urges he's giving into now. Things he'd wanted to do to Bucky ages ago and newer things he never would have thought of back then. Now, he knows so much more, but not just about sexuality. He knows more about himself and more about Bucky. Everything that matters is perfect.
The kisses are as languid as the rest of his movements, lips sliding and parting against Bucky's like he's trying to say something with it. Maybe he is. Maybe he just wants Bucky to know how loved he really is.
When he pulls back to breath, he barely moves, nose sliding against Bucky's in a gentle nuzzle. ]
I can't think of why I wouldn't want to wake up like this every morning that I can.
[ His hands slide over the curve of Bucky's ass, pulling him down as he rocks up slowly. ]
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And what he can feel, what he can taste in Steve's kiss is profound in a way that Bucky hadn't anticipated. It's warm in so many ways: warm with affection, warm with acceptance, warm with desire. He licks into Steve's mouth, pressing his own answers to those unspoken ideas there, painting them with his tongue against Steve's own. It's a language as much as words, a quiet sort of communication that simply feels right because he's doing it with Steve.
Those quiet little nuzzles, like everything else, make him smile. He doesn't think he's smiled this much since their youth.]
Every morning that we can be like this, then. I'd like to.
[He sounds softly against skin at the way he's pulled in, happily picking up the rhythm of Steve's hips. It's probably very clear how much he likes being touched like this.]
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No. That's not right. He's been wrapped up in Bucky for years. All that love and grief and all the things that had come after he'd found Bucky alive again twisting around his heart like Kevlar.
He likes being wrapped up in Bucky, too, both physically and emotionally. There's no one else he'd ever want to let in like this. He's not an open book, not even to Bucky, but this is the closest he gets. Most of the important things, he says, even if he doesn't say them in words. ]
I'm sure we can find some acceptable variations, too.
[ There aren't enough gestures in the world to really say what he's feeling. He'd need more hands, senses humans don't even possess and a whole new vocabulary to make it completely accurate, but he's going to say as much as he can with touches and kisses and skin sliding on skin as they move together. ]
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