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[ Bucky dislikes the cold. He has a high tolerance for it, can even thrive in sub-zero temperatures with little else needed, but he hates it. It brings back awful memories, traumatic ones, of being put away like a toy and taken out only when needed, of experiencing excruciating pain and agony and the casual way he kills, again and again.
He's not a good man, not really, but things are different now. Now, he wakes up beside Steve, curling against him instinctively. The cold is setting in despite the heater; he imagines some window in the apartment hadn't been sealed properly, but he's not interested in going up to check.
Instead, he wraps his arms around Steve, tucking his head under his chin to pull him close. There. Maybe like this, he'll be warmer. ]
He's not a good man, not really, but things are different now. Now, he wakes up beside Steve, curling against him instinctively. The cold is setting in despite the heater; he imagines some window in the apartment hadn't been sealed properly, but he's not interested in going up to check.
Instead, he wraps his arms around Steve, tucking his head under his chin to pull him close. There. Maybe like this, he'll be warmer. ]
[ Steve, almost guiltily now, enjoys the winter weather, not so much the cold but the coziness of staying indoors when there's frost on the windows, enjoying something hot to drink, the excuse to be lazy and nap. Bucky gets close, almost clingy, availing himself of the closest source of warmth; Steve doesn't like that the cold makes Bucky uncomfortable, but is grateful to be the one who comforts him. He keeps the heater turned on almost suffocatingly high, piles their bed and couch with extra blankets. Drapes his arms around Bucky at night and presses full and close against his back and whispers soft words in his ear to bring him out of nightmares, stroking him until his shivering eases.
He wakes up as Bucky is burying himself against him, feeling the draft that must have disturbed him. Pressed into his chest, head tucked under his chin; Steve murmurs, kissing the top of his head before reaching out to search for some extra blankets to drag over them. He pulls close the fluffy down comforter, the soft wool blankets, almost dragging them over Bucky's head. ]
How's that? Better? [ He runs a comforting hand over the length of Bucky's spine under the covers. They're unclothed, sharing body heat through skin alone. ]
He wakes up as Bucky is burying himself against him, feeling the draft that must have disturbed him. Pressed into his chest, head tucked under his chin; Steve murmurs, kissing the top of his head before reaching out to search for some extra blankets to drag over them. He pulls close the fluffy down comforter, the soft wool blankets, almost dragging them over Bucky's head. ]
How's that? Better? [ He runs a comforting hand over the length of Bucky's spine under the covers. They're unclothed, sharing body heat through skin alone. ]
Come here.
[ The frost on the windows makes Bucky's skin tingle unpleasantly, like the sensation of extremities at last beginning to numb from pain, giving way to blackening frostbite; but it's an illusion, because inside their apartment Steve has turned the heat up as high as they both can tolerate. The smell of fresh coffee fills the air, a warm scent, a homey scent, and Bucky is sitting curled in one of the kitchen chairs with a blanket over his shoulders, looking at Steve at the counter in his pajamas, so broad and appealing. If he looks at him instead of the frost, instead of the flakes of snow drifting by out the window, if Bucky studies Steve instead, he doesn't feel cold. He feels hungry.
He gets to his feet, letting the blanket slip down to the chair. ] Come here, Steve. [ Bucky's voice is soft, his metal hand reaching forward, beckoning. He takes Steve's hand when he's in reach and tugs him in close, setting both hands on his waist. Steve is so beautiful he makes Bucky feel greedy, makes him want to take every inch of him and make him his own, all of his body, so golden and perfect. Next to him he is a damaged creature, nearly broken, but the ways that Steve loves him regardless can't be numbered, and Bucky knows that he's lucky, after all, to have come to this, to have come home to Steve.
He tugs the shirt he wears up and off of him, stripping it over his head. Bucky's hands, metal and flesh, come back to his body, his bare skin, settling on his ribs and stroking downwards, his whole body pressing in close as though to steal all of Steve's broad warmth for himself. ]
[ The frost on the windows makes Bucky's skin tingle unpleasantly, like the sensation of extremities at last beginning to numb from pain, giving way to blackening frostbite; but it's an illusion, because inside their apartment Steve has turned the heat up as high as they both can tolerate. The smell of fresh coffee fills the air, a warm scent, a homey scent, and Bucky is sitting curled in one of the kitchen chairs with a blanket over his shoulders, looking at Steve at the counter in his pajamas, so broad and appealing. If he looks at him instead of the frost, instead of the flakes of snow drifting by out the window, if Bucky studies Steve instead, he doesn't feel cold. He feels hungry.
He gets to his feet, letting the blanket slip down to the chair. ] Come here, Steve. [ Bucky's voice is soft, his metal hand reaching forward, beckoning. He takes Steve's hand when he's in reach and tugs him in close, setting both hands on his waist. Steve is so beautiful he makes Bucky feel greedy, makes him want to take every inch of him and make him his own, all of his body, so golden and perfect. Next to him he is a damaged creature, nearly broken, but the ways that Steve loves him regardless can't be numbered, and Bucky knows that he's lucky, after all, to have come to this, to have come home to Steve.
He tugs the shirt he wears up and off of him, stripping it over his head. Bucky's hands, metal and flesh, come back to his body, his bare skin, settling on his ribs and stroking downwards, his whole body pressing in close as though to steal all of Steve's broad warmth for himself. ]
[ Steve always answers when Bucky calls, and this time is no different. He comes to him smiling, warmth in his eyes when he sees Bucky bundled up so snugly. He had been studying him ever since Steve had started puttering around in the kitchen, and he takes his hand with a soft hum. ]
You're in a good mood today.
[ He notices the look in Bucky's eyes, the way his voice softens in him, and he recognizes the desire that makes his heart skip a beat. Bucky has always made his own needs clear, and on this fine morning, it's obvious that the man is in the mood for more than just looking. And Steve is sure to give it to him, happy to remind him that he belongs to Bucky, heart and mind and soul. To him, his Bucky is a creature of beauty, a man who had seen and endured the worst of humanity, and still managed to find a way to come back to himself.
He loves him, adores him, and he obediently lets him take off the shirt before his arms come around Bucky's shoulders to pull him close, and keeping him warm. With a low, appreciative groan, he gently nips at his bottom lip, relishing the feel of cool metal against his skin. ]
You cold, Buck...?
You're in a good mood today.
[ He notices the look in Bucky's eyes, the way his voice softens in him, and he recognizes the desire that makes his heart skip a beat. Bucky has always made his own needs clear, and on this fine morning, it's obvious that the man is in the mood for more than just looking. And Steve is sure to give it to him, happy to remind him that he belongs to Bucky, heart and mind and soul. To him, his Bucky is a creature of beauty, a man who had seen and endured the worst of humanity, and still managed to find a way to come back to himself.
He loves him, adores him, and he obediently lets him take off the shirt before his arms come around Bucky's shoulders to pull him close, and keeping him warm. With a low, appreciative groan, he gently nips at his bottom lip, relishing the feel of cool metal against his skin. ]
You cold, Buck...?
[ 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. ]
Better. Don't stop holding me.
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.
Yeah. [ He breathes the word against Steve's mouth, his lower lip stinging where Steve nipped it. It's a good little pain, a spark of sensation that makes him hungry. ] Warm me up, Steve.
[ The feeling of Steve's warm skin, the shape of perfect muscle and contour under Bucky's hands is enamoring; he wants to feel everything, hands sliding down to the waistband of low-slung sweats, pushing them down until the top of Steve's ass is peeking out, the enticing roundness of firm muscle. Bucky grips those curves, squeezing appreciatively. Steve's arms feel good around him, warming him, holding him secure; he smells of soap and musk and Steve, Bucky nosing along his throat, nuzzling, breathing in the scent of him that makes his mouth water. He longs for him in his mouth, longs to taste him, suck him, devour him. His hands slide further under the sweats, curved around his sweet ass, as he presses their hips together. ]
You feel so good, Steve. [ Bucky is drunk on him, warming with his presence. Greedy to touch more, feel more. Press himself into him, never to be cold again. He traces the seam of his ass with his thumb, kisses his throat, sweet and yearning, almost shy. ] You like that? Me touching you?
[ The feeling of Steve's warm skin, the shape of perfect muscle and contour under Bucky's hands is enamoring; he wants to feel everything, hands sliding down to the waistband of low-slung sweats, pushing them down until the top of Steve's ass is peeking out, the enticing roundness of firm muscle. Bucky grips those curves, squeezing appreciatively. Steve's arms feel good around him, warming him, holding him secure; he smells of soap and musk and Steve, Bucky nosing along his throat, nuzzling, breathing in the scent of him that makes his mouth water. He longs for him in his mouth, longs to taste him, suck him, devour him. His hands slide further under the sweats, curved around his sweet ass, as he presses their hips together. ]
You feel so good, Steve. [ Bucky is drunk on him, warming with his presence. Greedy to touch more, feel more. Press himself into him, never to be cold again. He traces the seam of his ass with his thumb, kisses his throat, sweet and yearning, almost shy. ] You like that? Me touching you?
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. ]
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. ]
[ It's intoxicating, the comfort that Bucky takes in his presence, the way he leans into him so instinctively, so easily. He presses against him, gasps when he feels the grip, the way those fingers close around his ass and he grinds back against it, shameless and wanting. He will always want Bucky; he'll always need him, and he groans softly, nuzzling only to find his mouth, wanting to claim, to possess.
He rubs up against Bucky's questing fingers, shuddering when he feels that sleek touch right between his cheeks, and he feels himself getting hard. It should be embarrassing, the way his body behaves in the presence of his lover, but he's not ashamed. ]
I love it. [ He smiles, cupping Bucky's face, running fingers through his hair to cradle the back of his neck, urging the other man forward to kiss him, to taste him. He's ready for him, and he groans, low and quiet. ] I love when you fuck me too. I hear that's how people warm up, you know. Lots of physical...entanglements. [ He kisses his lips, over and over again. ] You're so beautiful.
He rubs up against Bucky's questing fingers, shuddering when he feels that sleek touch right between his cheeks, and he feels himself getting hard. It should be embarrassing, the way his body behaves in the presence of his lover, but he's not ashamed. ]
I love it. [ He smiles, cupping Bucky's face, running fingers through his hair to cradle the back of his neck, urging the other man forward to kiss him, to taste him. He's ready for him, and he groans, low and quiet. ] I love when you fuck me too. I hear that's how people warm up, you know. Lots of physical...entanglements. [ He kisses his lips, over and over again. ] You're so beautiful.
[ 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.
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?
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.
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.
[ Bucky tips his chin and presses up hungrily into the kiss, parting his lips, sweet and warm for Steve. He remembers how to be that way, a little bit. It helps when all he wants is to steal his warmth for himself, wrap himself up in his arms like Steve is his favorite blanket, and when Steve is pressing back so eagerly against him, willing and affectionate and ready to give Bucky anything he wants, to let him sheath himself deep in his body. His firm curves feel wonderful under Bucky's hands; he wants to squeeze and fondle him, wants to get his teeth in him, taste mouthfuls of his flesh.
He sighs out against Steve's mouth, hopeless for him, teasing at his hole with gentle fingers. Bucky loves him so helplessly, needs to be near him all the time. ]
Come on. [ He leads Steve to the bedroom, and there slowly pushes down his soft pants, sinking to his knees to draw them down his hips, Steve's cock bumping gently against his chin as it's tugged free. He lets his pajamas pool around his ankles, grasps Steve's sweet ass in his hands again, closes his mouth over the head of his cock, looking up at him. Bucky sucks softly, teasing the slit with his tongue, tasting the muskiness of precome. Steve is beautifully swelled and thick, the taut head of his dick resting heavy on Bucky's tongue. ]
He sighs out against Steve's mouth, hopeless for him, teasing at his hole with gentle fingers. Bucky loves him so helplessly, needs to be near him all the time. ]
Come on. [ He leads Steve to the bedroom, and there slowly pushes down his soft pants, sinking to his knees to draw them down his hips, Steve's cock bumping gently against his chin as it's tugged free. He lets his pajamas pool around his ankles, grasps Steve's sweet ass in his hands again, closes his mouth over the head of his cock, looking up at him. Bucky sucks softly, teasing the slit with his tongue, tasting the muskiness of precome. Steve is beautifully swelled and thick, the taut head of his dick resting heavy on Bucky's tongue. ]
[ The world is a blanket of white outside, cold and lifeless, and even the dumbest of people know to stay in when nature's course cannot be stayed. Right inside here, Bucky is the center of his world. He fixates on him, eyes warm and gentle, and he gives him all that his lover would ever need and then some.
He holds him close, grips him tight. Rubbing up against the other's body, feeding into that mutual helplessness and love, he follows after him into the bedroom, gasping sharply when he gets between his knees. And then here he is, his Bucky sucking cock like he's born for it -- and he is, there are no two ways around it.
The way his mouth feels hot, slick and wet all around his cock makes him whimper, almost, and he bucks up against him gently, unable to bear being teased. ] Bucky -- oh, Buck -- that's it, I love it --
[ He wants more, he doesn't just want the teasing, and he thrusts his cock easily into his waiting mouth, fingers gripping the edge of his bed. ] Mmmnh --
He holds him close, grips him tight. Rubbing up against the other's body, feeding into that mutual helplessness and love, he follows after him into the bedroom, gasping sharply when he gets between his knees. And then here he is, his Bucky sucking cock like he's born for it -- and he is, there are no two ways around it.
The way his mouth feels hot, slick and wet all around his cock makes him whimper, almost, and he bucks up against him gently, unable to bear being teased. ] Bucky -- oh, Buck -- that's it, I love it --
[ He wants more, he doesn't just want the teasing, and he thrusts his cock easily into his waiting mouth, fingers gripping the edge of his bed. ] Mmmnh --
[ That's it, yes. Steve begging for him right away, so needy, so hot for him, hips bucking up so that his cock presses deeper into Bucky's mouth. Bucky grasps his hips firmly, holding them in place, gaze flicking up to tell him to behave himself before he closes his eyes and goes down slowly onto him, drawing it out, hair tickling the tops of his thighs. He sucks robustly, hollowing his cheeks and making obscene wet sounds, and when Steve's cock is pressing into his throat he swallows hungrily around it, not stopping until his nose is buried in dark blond curls. He stays there sucking greedily until the lack of air starts to dizzy him and then at last draws back, taking a few deep breaths through his nose before beginning to bob his head in a steady rhythm.
He loves pleasing Steve this way, making him desperate with the heat and wetness of his mouth, sucking him until he can't stop himself from grabbing onto his hair and fucking his mouth, using Bucky for his pleasure. He always will and Bucky will always let him, adoring him more than anything else in this world, wanting to be everything that pleases him. Steve is so beautiful and good, Bucky doesn't deserve him, he'll never in a million years deserve him, but he'll try to give him anything he wants to make up for it. ]
He loves pleasing Steve this way, making him desperate with the heat and wetness of his mouth, sucking him until he can't stop himself from grabbing onto his hair and fucking his mouth, using Bucky for his pleasure. He always will and Bucky will always let him, adoring him more than anything else in this world, wanting to be everything that pleases him. Steve is so beautiful and good, Bucky doesn't deserve him, he'll never in a million years deserve him, but he'll try to give him anything he wants to make up for it. ]
[ Steve doesn't hesitate when he takes control, fucking into his mouth as he openly appreciates Bucky's talent with his tongue, when he sucks cock so beautifully that he can't help but want more.
It's obscene, it's filthy and it's exquisite, and Steve grabs a hold of his hair, draws him back and fucks him hard, thrusting into his mouth in hard strokes, pushing down into his throat because he knows his lover will let him. Bucky had always let him, before, and while Steve would have spent his last breath telling him that he's deserving, that he's worth every drop of love and then some; he likes showing it to him more. Steve is hopelessly, completely in love, warmed by desire and his avid fondness for the man who's taking his cock in his mouth and lavishing such attention on it. ]
-- love when you do this. Love you.
It's obscene, it's filthy and it's exquisite, and Steve grabs a hold of his hair, draws him back and fucks him hard, thrusting into his mouth in hard strokes, pushing down into his throat because he knows his lover will let him. Bucky had always let him, before, and while Steve would have spent his last breath telling him that he's deserving, that he's worth every drop of love and then some; he likes showing it to him more. Steve is hopelessly, completely in love, warmed by desire and his avid fondness for the man who's taking his cock in his mouth and lavishing such attention on it. ]
-- love when you do this. Love you.
[ Steve nearly chokes him on his cock, it's so big and hard and eager, thrusting into him, and he craves it that way, he craves the feeling of being used for his lover's pleasure, swallowing helplessly around that huge organ as it forces open his throat. He groans, a sound more felt than heard, muffled by the mouthful of thick cock and meant to be felt in his shaft all the way down to the root, his lips split wide and his hair caught in Steve's fingers and his eyes on his face as he fucks his mouth. He sucks avidly, tasting the thick fluid that dissolves on his tongue, streaks of precome and saliva trailing from the corners of his abused mouth, it's filthy and messy and Bucky loves it this way: loves knowing that he's pleasuring Steve, loves the words that Steve murmurs to him, his own erection jerking with intense need, and he grips himself tightly at the base of his cock to stop himself from coming right then in his pants, massaging in a slow, punishing rhythm.
Steve loves him. Steve loves him and it's such a dizzying, overwhelming feeling to be loved by a man like this, to know the words are meant truly regardless of what he does or doesn't deserve. Bucky closes his eyes and moans encouragement: wanting Steve to come in his mouth, wanting him to spurt and spurt down his throat, make him drink his seed until full. ]
Steve loves him. Steve loves him and it's such a dizzying, overwhelming feeling to be loved by a man like this, to know the words are meant truly regardless of what he does or doesn't deserve. Bucky closes his eyes and moans encouragement: wanting Steve to come in his mouth, wanting him to spurt and spurt down his throat, make him drink his seed until full. ]
[ Bucky encourages him, pushes him over the edge with that gifted mouth, the way his tongue and his lips work to milk every drop out of him -- it's effective, it's incredible, and he grips Bucky tighter when he sinks down his throat and comes.
His thick, heavy cock is forced down Bucky's throat, and he comes, again and again and again in numerous spurts, emptying his balls into him, feeding him his come and filling him up. It's amazing when the pleasure floods through him, when he's making his lover drink up every drop of him. It almost makes his knees buckle when he coats Bucky's throat in ropes and ropes of come, the warm, sticky ejaculate spilling copiously down his throat. ]
Bucky --
His thick, heavy cock is forced down Bucky's throat, and he comes, again and again and again in numerous spurts, emptying his balls into him, feeding him his come and filling him up. It's amazing when the pleasure floods through him, when he's making his lover drink up every drop of him. It almost makes his knees buckle when he coats Bucky's throat in ropes and ropes of come, the warm, sticky ejaculate spilling copiously down his throat. ]
Bucky --
[ All that heavy, thick seed, waiting so long to spill, it fills up his mouth, lingers musky-bitter on his tongue and spurts down his throat, making him swallow and swallow until his lashes are damp and his face flushed with the exertion, until his belly feels full, his entire body sated by Steve's pleasure. Bucky thinks--sometimes he thinks he loves Steve's release better than his own, that he'd be happy as his toy to use again and again, his mouth and ass to fuck whenever he wanted, to open and slide his cock into and come home; Bucky loves to drink his seed, loves to feel it coat his insides and run dripping down his thighs. Steve comes so beautifully, so copiously, and Bucky's eyes are dark with pleasure as they watch his face, watch him in the throes of his passion, until at last he can't take any more and lets Steve's cock slides heavy from his mouth, taking a last spurt of seed onto his lips.
Gasping, he climbs up the length of Steve's body and thrusts him down hard against the bed, pinning him with his left hand on his shoulder and his mouth meeting his in a hungry kiss. He can taste Steve, he feels covered in him, filled and surrounded; and he isn't sated, he needs more of him. Bucky cups his pecs, brushing his thumbs over his nipples, greedily groping and stroking him, and then manhandles him over onto his stomach, holding him down against the bed. ]
Gonna fuck that tight ass, Steve. You made me so hard. [ He rocks his hips against his ass, letting him feel it. ]
Gasping, he climbs up the length of Steve's body and thrusts him down hard against the bed, pinning him with his left hand on his shoulder and his mouth meeting his in a hungry kiss. He can taste Steve, he feels covered in him, filled and surrounded; and he isn't sated, he needs more of him. Bucky cups his pecs, brushing his thumbs over his nipples, greedily groping and stroking him, and then manhandles him over onto his stomach, holding him down against the bed. ]
Gonna fuck that tight ass, Steve. You made me so hard. [ He rocks his hips against his ass, letting him feel it. ]
[ Steve finds himself face-down, and he's startled only for a moment before the sensation of his cock sliding up and down against his ass makes him smile -- yes, he's hard, he can feel the thick, full length of him, teasing and playing before going in for the kill.
Bucky's always been a hunter, even while he had been at his side as a sniper all those years ago -- and Steve's eyes lid, remembering the last spurt of come on his lips, the way his pretty face was flushed, pupils dilated from all the pleasure that Steve had given him. A part of him should be embarrassed at the way he came, so much and so shamelessly, but Bucky -- his lover's always adored having him like this.
Pinned down, writhing and happy to be touched, Steve surrenders in his oversensitive state, moving to grip the pillow tight. He's smiling, shamelessly encouraging. ] That's why I'm here, Buck. Right here and ready to get you off. Can't have you suffering that hard-on for long.
Bucky's always been a hunter, even while he had been at his side as a sniper all those years ago -- and Steve's eyes lid, remembering the last spurt of come on his lips, the way his pretty face was flushed, pupils dilated from all the pleasure that Steve had given him. A part of him should be embarrassed at the way he came, so much and so shamelessly, but Bucky -- his lover's always adored having him like this.
Pinned down, writhing and happy to be touched, Steve surrenders in his oversensitive state, moving to grip the pillow tight. He's smiling, shamelessly encouraging. ] That's why I'm here, Buck. Right here and ready to get you off. Can't have you suffering that hard-on for long.
[ He growls and bites into Steve's shoulder, slicking him up quickly, shoving his fingers into him with rough impatience. Steve is beautiful, the inside of him so tight and hot and Bucky wants him, wants him with the taste of his seed still thick in his mouth and Steve's body grasping and oversensitive. He pins Steve by the hair, holding him face-down against the mattress when he pulls his fingers out and replaces them with his cock, thrusting quickly into him, hissing as he closes so tight around his cock. ]
Steve. Steve, you're so fucking tight, that ass of yours is so good, taking me. [ He gasps and shoves into him again hard, beginning to fuck him in rough, brutal motions, holding him down against the mattress. ] Your fucking--pretty ass--
[ He knows Steve wants to hear him, wants him to give his pleasure voice, loves it when he talks to him dirty, calls him filthy, endearing things. Bucky moans as he fucks him, rutting into him viciously, hips slapping against his ass and cock pistoning in and out of him; he bites into Steve's shoulder again, with some brutal satisfaction at leaving him marked with his teeth, the skin bruising so sweetly. ]
Steve. Steve, you're so fucking tight, that ass of yours is so good, taking me. [ He gasps and shoves into him again hard, beginning to fuck him in rough, brutal motions, holding him down against the mattress. ] Your fucking--pretty ass--
[ He knows Steve wants to hear him, wants him to give his pleasure voice, loves it when he talks to him dirty, calls him filthy, endearing things. Bucky moans as he fucks him, rutting into him viciously, hips slapping against his ass and cock pistoning in and out of him; he bites into Steve's shoulder again, with some brutal satisfaction at leaving him marked with his teeth, the skin bruising so sweetly. ]
Gonna make you nice and warm.
[ Steve promises heatedly, wickedly, always one to tease, to push Bucky further because this is what they are to each other, trusting and comfortable. Bucky is everything that matters to him, and he cries out softly when he feels teeth sink into his shoulder, the way Bucky marks him and makes him his.
He's rocking back up against him, meeting him thrust for thrust without question, pulsing around him shamelessly -- he's pinned down right after, but he doesn't mind, he lets himself be used, milking Bucky's cock for every drop with a low, wrecked groan into the mattress. He loves it when Bucky gets dirty, and he rewards him by clenching around his pistoning dick tighter, clinging hard to him.
He reaches behind him to try to touch Bucky, clumsy but earnest fingers, wanting to reciprocate -- it's hard to, in this position, and especially when his cock is rock hard, rubbing against the mattress. ]
Mmmmmmph, Buck --
[ Steve promises heatedly, wickedly, always one to tease, to push Bucky further because this is what they are to each other, trusting and comfortable. Bucky is everything that matters to him, and he cries out softly when he feels teeth sink into his shoulder, the way Bucky marks him and makes him his.
He's rocking back up against him, meeting him thrust for thrust without question, pulsing around him shamelessly -- he's pinned down right after, but he doesn't mind, he lets himself be used, milking Bucky's cock for every drop with a low, wrecked groan into the mattress. He loves it when Bucky gets dirty, and he rewards him by clenching around his pistoning dick tighter, clinging hard to him.
He reaches behind him to try to touch Bucky, clumsy but earnest fingers, wanting to reciprocate -- it's hard to, in this position, and especially when his cock is rock hard, rubbing against the mattress. ]
Mmmmmmph, Buck --
Whore. [ Bucky murmurs it in Steve's ear, hot and affectionate, biting the lobe in a quick, punishing nip. He can feel him tightening around him deliberately, his sweet ass split apart on his cock, all for him, for his pleasure, and Bucky won't let him touch him, taking his hand and kissing his fingers and pinning it down to the bed. No, Steve is his toy now, and he doesn't get to touch him until he says; he's his toy and Bucky's going to use him for his pleasure until he's done with him, leave him gaping and filled with his seed, come staining his thighs.
He digs metal fingers into Steve's throat, forcing his chin up, his firm ass pressed hard against Bucky's hips and Bucky's mouth at his cheek and his jaw, his entire body lunging down against Steve's as he ruts him with single-minded purpose. His grasp tightens, the tiny metal plates shifting and locking into place, cutting off air: he could kill Steve so easily, crush his windpipe, strangle the breath from him, but his grip is perfectly controlled, tight enough to restrict breath until he can feel Steve shuddering and straining underneath him. ] Are you going to be good for me, Steve? Keep your hands to yourself? Use that tight ass of yours to make me feel good? [ He hisses, thrusts hard into Steve, pounds him viciously into the mattress. ] Come on, clench up, you sweet little thing. You're so fucking tight, s'like you never got big, God, you're still such a little punk. You like it like this?
He digs metal fingers into Steve's throat, forcing his chin up, his firm ass pressed hard against Bucky's hips and Bucky's mouth at his cheek and his jaw, his entire body lunging down against Steve's as he ruts him with single-minded purpose. His grasp tightens, the tiny metal plates shifting and locking into place, cutting off air: he could kill Steve so easily, crush his windpipe, strangle the breath from him, but his grip is perfectly controlled, tight enough to restrict breath until he can feel Steve shuddering and straining underneath him. ] Are you going to be good for me, Steve? Keep your hands to yourself? Use that tight ass of yours to make me feel good? [ He hisses, thrusts hard into Steve, pounds him viciously into the mattress. ] Come on, clench up, you sweet little thing. You're so fucking tight, s'like you never got big, God, you're still such a little punk. You like it like this?
[ Oh. Oh, he can hear it now, the glimpse of the old Bucky, the beloved Brooklyn accent that bleeds into his words and suddenly they're back to where they were before, when he's fucked raw and open by his lover, his powerfully built, handsome soulmate. He can't deny that the most carnal part of him yearns to be used like a toy, to be anything that Bucky needs him to be.
He groans and bucks back against him, tipping his head up in submission, obeying even as he smiles, leaning into his touch and his kisses. He's far from a passive participant in this, and he openly encourages Bucky by rocking back against his body, delighting in the way he fits against him. And there, there -- Bucky's so close to suffocating him and Steve adores it, leaking into the sheets and making a mess of himself, impossibly turned on and hooked on the addiction that is Bucky Barnes.
He tightens suddenly, his hole clamping down hard on Bucky's cock, loving the way he's fucked. ] Your whore, Buck. I'd be a whore for you. Come inside me. C'mon, I know you wanna do it. Empty your balls inside me.
He groans and bucks back against him, tipping his head up in submission, obeying even as he smiles, leaning into his touch and his kisses. He's far from a passive participant in this, and he openly encourages Bucky by rocking back against his body, delighting in the way he fits against him. And there, there -- Bucky's so close to suffocating him and Steve adores it, leaking into the sheets and making a mess of himself, impossibly turned on and hooked on the addiction that is Bucky Barnes.
He tightens suddenly, his hole clamping down hard on Bucky's cock, loving the way he's fucked. ] Your whore, Buck. I'd be a whore for you. Come inside me. C'mon, I know you wanna do it. Empty your balls inside me.
[ Steve is so good to him, giving him everything he wants. Bucking back against him, ass pressed hard to his hips, his pelvis; hole tightening around him, and Bucky can feel those walls inside working deliberately, can feel Steve milking him, drawing him swiftly towards release. He groans and pounds into him, kissing his jaw and his throat frantically, reaching beneath him to roughly fist Steve's cock. ]
Good boy. [ he murmurs hotly in his ear. ] You good, sweet boy. That's what you like, isn't it, Stevie? You want to be my little whore? You want to feel like you're a little guy again?
[ Because he knows--Bucky may be a shadow of his former self but he knows what Steve wants, he knows the secrets in his heart. Part of him will always feel like that little guy from Brooklyn. And remembering him makes Bucky feel closer to the man he used to be, too: the one who adored Steve, who would give him anything, who would give anything just to touch him, possess him for a little while. He shoves himself deep into him and starts to come, breath catching as he empties his balls in thick, luscious spurts. It's an unbelievable feeling, so hot and wet, his cock milked of pleasure deep in Steve's body. ]
Good boy. [ he murmurs hotly in his ear. ] You good, sweet boy. That's what you like, isn't it, Stevie? You want to be my little whore? You want to feel like you're a little guy again?
[ Because he knows--Bucky may be a shadow of his former self but he knows what Steve wants, he knows the secrets in his heart. Part of him will always feel like that little guy from Brooklyn. And remembering him makes Bucky feel closer to the man he used to be, too: the one who adored Steve, who would give him anything, who would give anything just to touch him, possess him for a little while. He shoves himself deep into him and starts to come, breath catching as he empties his balls in thick, luscious spurts. It's an unbelievable feeling, so hot and wet, his cock milked of pleasure deep in Steve's body. ]
[ It sends a pleasurable shudder through his body, the way Bucky so sweetly, so lovingly addresses him. He laughs softly, before it's cut off by a soft, breathy groan, when he feels that familiar, beloved sensation of being used, when Bucky's sperm floods into him, spurt after spurt of thick, lovely seed that fills up his insides, makes him shudder all the same.
He's addicted to this, and rocks back against him, milking every drop from his cock -- he doesn't miss being a little guy; but he misses being loved like that by Bucky, when the man would lavish so much attention on him. He knows a part of Bucky would always love him most; and it's fair when that Steve was the one his lover fell for. He adores him right back, taking him in and fisting his own cock, wanting to get himself off, too.
He leans back against him, rolling his hips and letting Bucky's come drip down his thighs, his heavy balls, staining the sheets beneath. ] I like everything you give me. Every drop you put inside of me. [ He grins, mischievous. ]
I'm always your little guy, Buck.
He's addicted to this, and rocks back against him, milking every drop from his cock -- he doesn't miss being a little guy; but he misses being loved like that by Bucky, when the man would lavish so much attention on him. He knows a part of Bucky would always love him most; and it's fair when that Steve was the one his lover fell for. He adores him right back, taking him in and fisting his own cock, wanting to get himself off, too.
He leans back against him, rolling his hips and letting Bucky's come drip down his thighs, his heavy balls, staining the sheets beneath. ] I like everything you give me. Every drop you put inside of me. [ He grins, mischievous. ]
I'm always your little guy, Buck.
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