[ Bucky doesn't mind that Steve enjoys it. He knows it, just as surely as he knows that Steve feels guilt-ridden over it, as if somehow he isn't allowed to enjoy the things that Bucky dislikes. That shouldn't be the case at all, but he doubts that Steve takes Bucky's occasional clarifications on the matter to heart.
Still, he clings, cuddles right up to Steve, greedy and selfish for his warmth, because he's the one thing he depends on to pull him out of the madness. More than that, Steve is his lifeline to this world, the belief that he can make things right again. He curls against that solid, muscular frame, as if he and Steve can become one through some sort of osmosis.
It matters, and he feels the kisses, warm against his hair. Steve is always so loving, so giving, and he pays little attention to the increased heat, distracted by the other man's body, the way he melts so easily against him. His arms are possessive around his waist, and Bucky very gently nips at his throat, happy to be cuddled. ]
Never, Buck. [ Steve presses tender kisses to his forehead, his temple. Mouth gentle and searching, fingers slipping under Bucky's chin to lift up their face so that their lips brush. He kisses him slowly and thoroughly, soft brushes of his mouth until his lips part and then his tongue sliding wet and warm into Bucky's mouth, fingers stealing into his hair, tangling in the long strands; he explores Bucky's tongue, baiting him into stroking in return, searches over his teeth and the slick insides of his cheeks and his palate. Deeper and deeper, slanting his mouth, tender and greedy for him: he kisses Bucky until he can feel the flush in his skin and knows it's more than just the warmth of the blankets.
Steve hums when they part, a low pleased sound, damp lips gentle at Bucky's jaw and throat. ] Love how you taste, Buck. How sweet you are. [ Bucky thinks he isn't a good man, thinks he's stained by the things Hydra did to him and made him do, that it makes him somehow undeserving of warmth and comfort, and Steve has made it his mission to convince him otherwise, however long it takes. He knows there's blood on Bucky's hands; there's blood on Steve's, too. If Bucky is mired in darkness then Steve is only the other side of him, tangled together, inseparable: all these long years they've mirrored one another, come out the other side of a long, dark sleep together. Steve is never letting him be alone. ]
Turn on your stomach for me? [ Steve coaxes him to roll over and settles his weight over him like another layer of covering, pressing chest to back, hips to ass, his broad thighs straddling Bucky's. Leaves long, lingering kisses at his shoulders, sucking patiently at the skin to bring marks to the surface, hands wandering down his ribs to his waist, gripping there as he rocks his hips forward. His cock is already interested, pressing flush and thick to Bucky's ass. ]
[ Bucky does as he bids question question, rolling over onto his stomach, and pleasantly surprised when Steve comes to cover him up with his body. His lover's own larger, more solid frame is warm, all-encompassing, almost, and it's easy to retreat into the safe harbor of his arms. He'd spent so much time in them, pressed up against that powerful chest, and he shudders when he feels protected, needed and wanted.
He can feel it, the way Steve's cock is heavy and thick, resting in between the cheeks of his ass, right against the crease. It jumpstarts his pulse, makes him want more in the coolness of the morning. He's still waking up, spine tingling over the earlier kiss and more than willing for a morning lovemaking.
Rocking back against him, rubbing against his cock in open encouragement, he braces himself against the mattress, forehead pressing against the pillow with eager anticipation. ] You gonna fuck me like this, Stevie...? Open me up and push inside me? Your come could keep me warm.
[ Steve drops soft kisses along Bucky's shoulders, rolling his hips gently against him, cock wedged perfectly against the crease of his ass. Slow movements, tender and wanting; he refuses to be hurried even when Bucky is rocking his hips back against him, so eager to be fucked, his body saying it as much as his words do. ]
You want that, don't you, Buck? Me inside you? [ He wants it too, so badly he's aching for it. He always wants it, he's insatiable where Bucky is concerned, greedy for every moment of tender passion between them. It's as though he can't let Bucky out of his hands, having finally gotten him back after so long thinking he was dead: he's gotten him back damaged, broken in more ways than Steve can bear to think about, but still his.
Steve rubs against him, hips working in gentle motions, his cock stroking back and forth between Bucky's cheeks, teasing him. ] I could come like this, you know. Spill it onto your back, stain you with me. [ He grips just below Bucky's chin with an authoritative hand, turning his head back to him, covering his mouth in a kiss. It's a firm grip, not hard enough to restrict breath but just shy of it, hard enough to make Bucky pay attention. ] And you'd be a good boy and rock against me like that, make it good for me. Wouldn't you?
I'll always make it good for you. [ Bucky growls breathlessly, aching and burning for more of Steve, savoring the way he so easily dominates. They switch, so many times, but it always thrills him to know that Steve takes to both roles so beautifully. There are times when he just wants to let Steve push inside of him, to clench tight and undo his lover completely, teasing him into a loss of control they would both enjoy.
He presses close, similarly not wanting to be apart from him. He's whining softly, quietly, grinding back against him and reaching behind, grasping Steve's cock to ease it inside of him. He doesn't need preparing, not when Steve's come is still wet inside of him from a few hours ago.
With a soft groan, he kisses him back, pursuing the gorgeous line of his mouth without shame. ] Mmmm, Steve -- I'll be good. I'll be good for you.
You will. [ There's a hint of a growl in his voice now, when Bucky reaches back so shamelessly for him and presses his cock inside of him, needing it too badly to wait for it. He knows how much his lover wants it and he rolls his hips in a strong, forceful motion, sliding all the way inside, burying himself to the very hilt. ] You're going to be so good for me, Buck. Such a good little sheath for my cock.
[ His hips press hard to Bucky's ass, his thighs spread around Bucky's, his body covering his as he fucks into him, rutting him slow and deep, dirty and hard, grasping him by the throat to keep his head turned back to him; Steve noses at his cheek, pressing damp, hot kisses to his jaw, and then catches his mouth and pushes his tongue through his parted lips, kissing him slow and filthy. Bucky's clenched tight around him, still wet inside with lube and come and so hot and sweet that Steve could fuck him forever. Stay inside of him, rut him with long, deep, rocking thrusts and come in him over and over, until Bucky lay spent and exhausted against the sheets, his little hole abused and swollen and dripping with his seed. ]
[ Bucky wants more than anything to be a good sheath for him, to be a good partner, lover, to show Steve how much he loves him. He rocks back against his lover's body, passionate and demanding, gasping at how good Steve's cock feels pounding inside of him.
Steve is an incredible lover, just as passionate and ferocious, and he can't help trembling under the onslaught, nudging Steve to kiss him again, burning for more. He pulses around him, warm like a cunt and wet and ready, and he bites at Steve's lip, murmuring low and soft. He's addicted to this completely, but he doesn't care. Not when it's the man he's loved for all of his life. He's leaking into the sheets, unable to help himself, the impending orgasm coming much more quickly than he'd like. ]
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Still, he clings, cuddles right up to Steve, greedy and selfish for his warmth, because he's the one thing he depends on to pull him out of the madness. More than that, Steve is his lifeline to this world, the belief that he can make things right again. He curls against that solid, muscular frame, as if he and Steve can become one through some sort of osmosis.
It matters, and he feels the kisses, warm against his hair. Steve is always so loving, so giving, and he pays little attention to the increased heat, distracted by the other man's body, the way he melts so easily against him. His arms are possessive around his waist, and Bucky very gently nips at his throat, happy to be cuddled. ]
Better. Don't stop holding me.
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Steve hums when they part, a low pleased sound, damp lips gentle at Bucky's jaw and throat. ] Love how you taste, Buck. How sweet you are. [ Bucky thinks he isn't a good man, thinks he's stained by the things Hydra did to him and made him do, that it makes him somehow undeserving of warmth and comfort, and Steve has made it his mission to convince him otherwise, however long it takes. He knows there's blood on Bucky's hands; there's blood on Steve's, too. If Bucky is mired in darkness then Steve is only the other side of him, tangled together, inseparable: all these long years they've mirrored one another, come out the other side of a long, dark sleep together. Steve is never letting him be alone. ]
Turn on your stomach for me? [ Steve coaxes him to roll over and settles his weight over him like another layer of covering, pressing chest to back, hips to ass, his broad thighs straddling Bucky's. Leaves long, lingering kisses at his shoulders, sucking patiently at the skin to bring marks to the surface, hands wandering down his ribs to his waist, gripping there as he rocks his hips forward. His cock is already interested, pressing flush and thick to Bucky's ass. ]
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He can feel it, the way Steve's cock is heavy and thick, resting in between the cheeks of his ass, right against the crease. It jumpstarts his pulse, makes him want more in the coolness of the morning. He's still waking up, spine tingling over the earlier kiss and more than willing for a morning lovemaking.
Rocking back against him, rubbing against his cock in open encouragement, he braces himself against the mattress, forehead pressing against the pillow with eager anticipation. ] You gonna fuck me like this, Stevie...? Open me up and push inside me? Your come could keep me warm.
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You want that, don't you, Buck? Me inside you? [ He wants it too, so badly he's aching for it. He always wants it, he's insatiable where Bucky is concerned, greedy for every moment of tender passion between them. It's as though he can't let Bucky out of his hands, having finally gotten him back after so long thinking he was dead: he's gotten him back damaged, broken in more ways than Steve can bear to think about, but still his.
Steve rubs against him, hips working in gentle motions, his cock stroking back and forth between Bucky's cheeks, teasing him. ] I could come like this, you know. Spill it onto your back, stain you with me. [ He grips just below Bucky's chin with an authoritative hand, turning his head back to him, covering his mouth in a kiss. It's a firm grip, not hard enough to restrict breath but just shy of it, hard enough to make Bucky pay attention. ] And you'd be a good boy and rock against me like that, make it good for me. Wouldn't you?
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He presses close, similarly not wanting to be apart from him. He's whining softly, quietly, grinding back against him and reaching behind, grasping Steve's cock to ease it inside of him. He doesn't need preparing, not when Steve's come is still wet inside of him from a few hours ago.
With a soft groan, he kisses him back, pursuing the gorgeous line of his mouth without shame. ] Mmmm, Steve -- I'll be good. I'll be good for you.
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[ His hips press hard to Bucky's ass, his thighs spread around Bucky's, his body covering his as he fucks into him, rutting him slow and deep, dirty and hard, grasping him by the throat to keep his head turned back to him; Steve noses at his cheek, pressing damp, hot kisses to his jaw, and then catches his mouth and pushes his tongue through his parted lips, kissing him slow and filthy. Bucky's clenched tight around him, still wet inside with lube and come and so hot and sweet that Steve could fuck him forever. Stay inside of him, rut him with long, deep, rocking thrusts and come in him over and over, until Bucky lay spent and exhausted against the sheets, his little hole abused and swollen and dripping with his seed. ]
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Steve is an incredible lover, just as passionate and ferocious, and he can't help trembling under the onslaught, nudging Steve to kiss him again, burning for more. He pulses around him, warm like a cunt and wet and ready, and he bites at Steve's lip, murmuring low and soft. He's addicted to this completely, but he doesn't care. Not when it's the man he's loved for all of his life. He's leaking into the sheets, unable to help himself, the impending orgasm coming much more quickly than he'd like. ]
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