[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. ]
[Finding all the ways they can wake up together actually sounds pretty good to Bucky, and even their short little nap has shown him that it's comfortable to sleep with Steve, comfortable to be curled up together and to know that Steve is there. It's important to him in ways that go so deep even he's not sure where they end, ways he can't even begin to describe. Bucky just knows beyond a shadow of a doubt that he wants this, wants to pursue whatever it could become and wants Steve by his side for as long as they possibly can be.
And he wants Steve in other ways, more physical ways, but even that's only because of the underlying affection he feels for the other man.
Bucky shifts enough for his legs to properly bracket Steve's hips and manages to do it at least somewhat gracefully. It does give him a better position for rocking down against Steve though, interest rapidly growing.]
[ As far as Steve is concerned, Bucky's been his partner in almost every way since they were children. Closing all those little gaps in the ways they aren't already partners sounds great in his book. There's no one he trusts and no one he wants to be close with the way he is with Bucky. ]
For some reason, the idea of experimenting with you is pretty appealing.
[ His hands move to Bucky's hips as Bucky moves, calloused fingers moving over skin. Then Bucky starts to move against him like that and his breath hitches.
He slides his palms up Bucky's sides, smiling up at him with hooded eyes. ]
[Maybe their relationship defies true definition, but that doesn't matter. It's theirs: friends and partners and lovers and maybe even soulmates, if such a thing exists. They belong together in all the ways that they can possibly be — and that includes the way Bucky's expression twists into a teasing smirk.]
Weird, isn't it? I must be doing something to your brain.
[He's fully expecting a return tease or a friendly cuff or something, and that's perfectly fine. Bucky thinks he adores how they don't have to be serious all the time, how they don't have to worry overmuch or pretend that they're not feeling what they are. Even like this, even when he's trying to get Steve all riled up there's room for silly teasing and jokes.
It's kind of perfect.
And Steve touching him, looking up at him as Bucky moves makes him want to move even more. He hasn't missed that little catch in his friend's breath, hasn't missed how Steve's starting to respond. And if there's one thing at which Bucky really excels, it's escalating.]
[ Steve thinks he could get off just like this if he let it go on long enough, just his skin sliding against Bucky's until they both fall apart. He thinks he'd like to find all the ways they can do that to each other. He'd certainly like to find everything Bucky likes so that he can put a good amount of focus and energy into it. ]
Always knew you'd be a bad influence on me.
[ He rolls his own hips up slowly to meet Bucky's movements, his hands sliding back down to cup Bucky's ass. All the freedom to explore Bucky's body and Steve doesn't think he'll ever get tired of that. He can't imagine not wanting to touch Bucky everywhere when he's allowed to, finding all the dips and hard planes of muscle, mapping out all the ways his body has changed and the parts that Steve hadn't been familiar with in the first place. He hopes Bucky wants to do the same, because Bucky's hands feel like a lifeline on his own skin. ]
[He leans down to drop a kiss against Steve's lips and just decides to stay there. He's soft in all the ways Bucky wants him to be soft, firm and unyielding in all the areas Bucky likes. Really, he's perfect, they're perfect together, and Bucky's kiss attempts to express just that.]
The worst. Clearly.
[He murmurs appreciatively as Steve touches him, responds to the movements of his hips. And he's very willing to wiggle his ass right into Steve's hands; exploring each other is one of Bucky's new favorite things. His own hands tease up and down Steve's sides, looking for sensitive little spots and trying to find the way that Steve best likes to be touched.]
[ There are a few spots along Steve's ribs that have him sucking in breaths with a gentle laugh. He's not too ticklish, but it's also not every day that he gets touched like this. Still, he's not complaining as his hands slide up Bucky's back to pull him down into a kiss. ]
You make me want to do filthy things, Bucky.
[ There's a smile with that, warm and mischievous and full of promise. Sex for the sake of it has never held much appeal for Steve. Connecting with someone he cares about seems a lot more important than the quality of an orgasm. Bucky's already there, though. He's so thoroughly connected and Steve wants to explore that and find all the ways they can get even closer. ]
[It's said with a breath of laughter as Steve pulls him in close. Those hands continue to linger against skin and it's now accompanied by the way Bucky's lips linger against Steve's, all happy kisses and quiet little noises of interest.]
Not gonna lie Steve, I'll be upset if you aren't planning on wrecking me.
[For all that the words have the edge of a tease they're said with a deliberate roll of Bucky's hips, which is definitely showing off how interested he's getting. That promise in Steve's eyes hints at so much, and Bucky wants all of it. There's just something about being with Steve in the most complete way possible that just gets him going. It's not just the sex; it feels deeper than that. It feels like the most real thing Bucky's ever encountered — and for him especially, that's huge.
He trails kisses along the line of Steve's jaw, until he can nibble gently at his earlobe. It's quickly becoming something he adores doing.]
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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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[Finding all the ways they can wake up together actually sounds pretty good to Bucky, and even their short little nap has shown him that it's comfortable to sleep with Steve, comfortable to be curled up together and to know that Steve is there. It's important to him in ways that go so deep even he's not sure where they end, ways he can't even begin to describe. Bucky just knows beyond a shadow of a doubt that he wants this, wants to pursue whatever it could become and wants Steve by his side for as long as they possibly can be.
And he wants Steve in other ways, more physical ways, but even that's only because of the underlying affection he feels for the other man.
Bucky shifts enough for his legs to properly bracket Steve's hips and manages to do it at least somewhat gracefully. It does give him a better position for rocking down against Steve though, interest rapidly growing.]
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For some reason, the idea of experimenting with you is pretty appealing.
[ His hands move to Bucky's hips as Bucky moves, calloused fingers moving over skin. Then Bucky starts to move against him like that and his breath hitches.
He slides his palms up Bucky's sides, smiling up at him with hooded eyes. ]
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Weird, isn't it? I must be doing something to your brain.
[He's fully expecting a return tease or a friendly cuff or something, and that's perfectly fine. Bucky thinks he adores how they don't have to be serious all the time, how they don't have to worry overmuch or pretend that they're not feeling what they are. Even like this, even when he's trying to get Steve all riled up there's room for silly teasing and jokes.
It's kind of perfect.
And Steve touching him, looking up at him as Bucky moves makes him want to move even more. He hasn't missed that little catch in his friend's breath, hasn't missed how Steve's starting to respond. And if there's one thing at which Bucky really excels, it's escalating.]
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Always knew you'd be a bad influence on me.
[ He rolls his own hips up slowly to meet Bucky's movements, his hands sliding back down to cup Bucky's ass. All the freedom to explore Bucky's body and Steve doesn't think he'll ever get tired of that. He can't imagine not wanting to touch Bucky everywhere when he's allowed to, finding all the dips and hard planes of muscle, mapping out all the ways his body has changed and the parts that Steve hadn't been familiar with in the first place. He hopes Bucky wants to do the same, because Bucky's hands feel like a lifeline on his own skin. ]
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The worst. Clearly.
[He murmurs appreciatively as Steve touches him, responds to the movements of his hips. And he's very willing to wiggle his ass right into Steve's hands; exploring each other is one of Bucky's new favorite things. His own hands tease up and down Steve's sides, looking for sensitive little spots and trying to find the way that Steve best likes to be touched.]
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You make me want to do filthy things, Bucky.
[ There's a smile with that, warm and mischievous and full of promise. Sex for the sake of it has never held much appeal for Steve. Connecting with someone he cares about seems a lot more important than the quality of an orgasm. Bucky's already there, though. He's so thoroughly connected and Steve wants to explore that and find all the ways they can get even closer. ]
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[It's said with a breath of laughter as Steve pulls him in close. Those hands continue to linger against skin and it's now accompanied by the way Bucky's lips linger against Steve's, all happy kisses and quiet little noises of interest.]
Not gonna lie Steve, I'll be upset if you aren't planning on wrecking me.
[For all that the words have the edge of a tease they're said with a deliberate roll of Bucky's hips, which is definitely showing off how interested he's getting. That promise in Steve's eyes hints at so much, and Bucky wants all of it. There's just something about being with Steve in the most complete way possible that just gets him going. It's not just the sex; it feels deeper than that. It feels like the most real thing Bucky's ever encountered — and for him especially, that's huge.
He trails kisses along the line of Steve's jaw, until he can nibble gently at his earlobe. It's quickly becoming something he adores doing.]
I want to give you everything.