[ Safe. He remembers what it was like back then, when Steve was too proud to want to be protected, too stubborn to be a burden to anyone, let alone his best friend--but Bucky was always there for him no matter what, curling around him at night to keep him warm, doing God-knew-what to bring home money for doctor's visits and tonics. He kept Steve safe without him ever having to ask for it.
There's nowhere Steve feels safer than in Bucky's arms. Nowhere else he can trust himself while he's drifting in and out of sleep, while his clothes are being gently tugged away and his ass and cock bared, while warm fingers are wrapping around him to stroke and lips are leaving hot, soft kisses across his throat, his shoulders--no one he could let do this to him but Bucky. He sighs out softly, keeping his eyes closed, obeying that gentle order. Rests, and shivers in Bucky's arms, pleasure waking so slowly, so gradually in his body it's like he's dreaming every sensation.
He lets a hand drift back, touching Bucky's hip, curving over it, warm and possessive. Just that touch, fingers resting against him, letting his lover have everything else he wants. ]
[ Steve is so pliant and sweet in Bucky's arms that it's overwhelming -- it's obvious that Steve trusts him, that he very obviously wants more, and that is what Bucky intends to give him. He loves the way he sounds, so very gentle and loving; his Steve can be a firecracker, stubborn as hell and just as fiery tempered, but it's in times like these that he can appreciate the gentler side of him, too.
He urges himself forward, appreciating Steve's hand, and happy to be possessed by him. He knows what this means, and he loves every moment of it. He's continuing to touch him, to claim ownership over every inch of Steve's body, stroking his cock and kissing him, spooning up against his back.
He's hard and he knows it; but Steve is always safe with Bucky here. He pushes down those trousers, getting him completely naked from the waist down, and rubs up gently against his ass, a finger gently easing inside him again. Steve's still wet from when they'd fucked awhile ago, when he came again and again inside of that beautiful little body, and it thrills Bucky to know that he's still so wet for him, just like a cunt. ] Mmm, your sweet little hole. Love when you're so ready for me.
[ He squirms a little as Bucky is easing a finger inside of him, breath catching. He's wet, still, with lube and come, a little swollen, a little sore; he shivers remembering how many times Bucky pushed his dick into him, how many times he filled Steve's needy hole, filled his aching body with seed. He's become such a possessive lover, tender and overwhelming, and Steve loves him so fiercely, wants to give him everything he demands. It's good to see a Bucky who knows his own mind, who wants things and doesn't flinch from his own desires believing he doesn't deserve them. They've both worked long and hard to cure him of that. There isn't anything Steve wouldn't do for him.
Even go around with a hole slick with lube, day and night, so that Bucky could take him any time he wanted, without all the long stretching and preparation that would otherwise be necessary since Steve reverted back to this form. Although it seems like his lover wants to show him that patient tenderness now anyway. ] Always be ready for you. [ He whispers the words, keeping his eyes closed. ] Always sweet for you. Anything--anything that makes you happy, Buck.
[ Bucky confesses quietly, so hopelessly smitten with Steve that it aches. Look at him, this beautiful, lithe little creature, always so ready for him, loving him no matter what he's become. Steve hasn't changed at all even if his physical form did, and Bucky's never felt more like his old self, his protective self, more than willing to keep his Stevie safe with him at all costs.
He knows what Steve does to accommodate him, how he lubes himself up whenever Bucky's around -- Steve is sweet, considerate, and it makes him smile, just a little, when he moves up and cups his face now, slipping his finger out of him to grasp his ass, hoisting Steve's smaller body into his arms, and coaxing those legs to wrap around his waist. ]
Got you. [ He exhales, letting his stomach rub up against Steve's exposed cock. ] Now touch me.
[ For a few moments it's almost too good to want to move. Steve settles against Bucky with a sigh, face tucked against his shoulder and thighs slung negligently over his waist, his cock cradled deliciously against Bucky's stomach. The little shivers of sensation have not yet turned to pressing need; it still feels good to lie still, warm and safe in Bucky's arms, feeling all of that bare skin against him. It feels good to be held, to be cradled while he's still half-asleep, even Bucky's metal arm around him has a pleasant heaviness, locking him securely in place.
But after a few moments Steve turns his head, squirming a little against him, and presses a soft kiss to his nipple, licking it, nipping it gently between his teeth. His hand wanders down, finding Bucky's cock and curving around it, finding it hot and swelled against his hand; his breath catches, and Steve strokes him slowly and tongues his nipple, moving to the other one to give it the same attention, waiting patiently for him to get fully hard in his hand. He presses a kiss to the center of Bucky's chest, sighs again, lays his head there. ] Suck your cock if you want. [ he offers sleepily, rubbing his thumb over the plush head, the slick fluid beading at the slit. ]
[ Oh, his Steve is so sweet on him, clinging like an adorable limpet under the covers. He makes it a point not to wake him up too quickly, taking it slow and gentle as he spends time lavishing attention on his body, his lips tracking everywhere from his neck to his chest. He gasps when he feels those sweet little kisses on his nipple, the way he takes it into his mouth.
He loves it, adores him and basks under his attention, already fully hard. He shifts Steve, shaking his head and dripping onto those small fingers, reaching between Steve's thighs to rub circles over his little hole. ] No, it's all right. I want to fuck you.
[ Steve stretches up to kiss Bucky, loving the way he gasps when he touches him. His mouth is warm and soft; ever since the serum reversed he gets to feeling so greedy, so demanding, wanting Bucky's hands on him all the time, but now just woken up the sharp angles of him are blurred around the edges, everything softened, gentled. He wants to make his friend, his lover feel good. Even in this form Steve can still please him. ]
Fuck me, then. [ He arches his hips invitingly to Bucky's touch. ] Ready for you. [ Still slick inside from being fucked again and again. Sleepy and pliant, his body relaxed and yielding; Bucky could lay him down against the mattress and slide right inside of him, he's sure. Steve wants him to. He wants him to fuck his welcoming hole whether he's awake or not, rock deep into him, come inside him; wouldn't that be sweet? ]
[ Because Steve always is, no matter what time of day or night -- Bucky is just as insatiable as he is, greedy and willing and eager for every drop of affection. He holds him close, hands moving, splaying that slim waist, that lean body, so thin that sometimes he fears that he would break him.
But Steve's always been tougher than he looks, and he turns him on his side, spooning up behind him, bigger and stronger, metal fingers stroking over his stomach before he slides inside his lover's body with a soft groan. He's right -- look, he's still so wet, snug in all the right ways like he'd been made specially for him to fuck. ]
Ah--ahhh... [ His breath hitches, letting go again in a long sigh as Bucky slides home, slides inside of him, curled up against his back. That heavy metal arm is slung around him, fingers playing over his stomach, and Steve strokes it as his thick cock settles into him, as enamored of this part of Bucky as he is of all the rest. He's so beautiful, gentle and loving in ways that no amount of brainwashing could ever take from him. It's incredible, how much Bucky suffered and how much of him survived, came back or built the damaged parts of him into someone new; Steve is so proud of him, he loves him so much.
His hole is still dripping come, well-fucked after all that Bucky made him take before they went to sleep, how many times he fed his cock into his willing body; he's sensitive, almost sore, and Bucky's cock feels so pleasantly thick and heavy inside of him. Steve squirms on him, reaching back to catch his hair and turning his head over his shoulder to demand a kiss. He takes what he wants, his mouth moving drowsily against Bucky's. ]
I know. I know. [ Bucky breathes hard, before he slowly moves in and out of him, not wanting to rouse Steve from the dregs of his slumber. He knows that Steve needs his rest, and is reluctant to tax him any more, no matter how desperate he is for his hole, for the way he clamps down so sweetly on him.
He adores him to no end, taking his time to fuck him, to ravish him, reaching to kiss him obediently, his tongue slipping into Steve's mouth as he explores him, a hand moving down to stroke Steve's cock, enjoying how slick and wet and slippery he feels. ]
Love that you feel like this, Stevie. Like you're my little whore, dripping for my cock inside you.
[ He hisses softly, squeezing Steve's length just a little for emphasis. ] You're dying for every drop, aren't you? [ He peppers kisses over his shoulder then, massaging his balls this time. ] You know you make me crazy; I'm never gonna have enough of you.
[ He could take it forever like this, could take it over and over: his Bucky moving slow and easy inside him, sliding in and out his loose, well-fucked hole, mouth soft against his and hand curved around his cock. It would be okay, Steve thinks, to just fall asleep right here, to let Bucky keep using him through the night, let him part his cheeks and slide into him whenever he wants, whether Steve is awake or not: his body open and relaxed, rocked steadily on the thick length of Bucky's cock. He smiles drowsily against Bucky's lips. ] Keep fucking me. [ he invites him softly, almost shyly, squirming contentedly on his cock and stroking his lover's hair with his fingers. He sighs with pleasure as Bucky fondles his balls, leaning back against him. ] As many times as you want. Fuck me if I'm asleep, don't have to ask. I want to wake up dripping with your come.
[ He's already so wet, filthy with the loads of seed Bucky left in his ass hours before, his cock making obscene slick noises as it fucks him, come dripping from his loose, stretched hole. He feels like a whore, in a way he's never really before--he's so well-used, fucked so thoroughly that it's impossible to feel anything else, so small and safe in his lover's arms. The thing is, he couldn't stop Bucky from pinning him down and using him over and over, taking him in his sleep, stuffing him full with loads of semen--he couldn't stop Bucky from doing anything he wanted with him, and the thought thrills him in some strange, foreign way. ]
[ Bucky challenges, low and purring as he maneuvers Steve onto his stomach smoothly, firmly, pinning him to the bed before he starts to fuck him a little harder now, sensing hat he's starting to come awake. The soft, wet sounds of their lovemaking is erotic and lurid in the quiet of the room, filthy and lovely all at once, and Bucky is addicted, knowing that Steve's already dripping with his sperm, slick and wet and slippery inside.
He's so well-fucked that Bucky barely needed anything, and he leans down to nip a little harder at his shoulder, loving the way his Steve squirms against him. He's so madly, so ferociously enamored with his lover, so eager to give him what he wants. ] You're gonna let me fuck you no matter what, Stevie?
[ He's pushing their boundaries, he knows, and his touch is possessive when he reaches around to stroke Steve's cock -- damn straight Steve belongs to him, is his to use as and when he wants. ] Gonna let me slide my cock in you anytime of the day and pump you full of come?
[ He smothers a low groan against the sheets, pinned down with Bucky's weight leaning into him, his cock sliding smoothly in and out of him where he's so soft and wet and yielding. Bucky's rutting him harder now, filling him up with delicious thrusts, warm trails of semen running down the crease of his ass and dripping over his balls so that Steve feels truly filthy and used. Bucky holds him down easily, mouth on his sharp, skinny shoulders and cock pistoning in and out of his hole, and Steve is soon shuddering, muffling soft cries and low moans into the bedcovers, his whole body jolted awake by pleasure and the possessiveness in his lover, the greed with which he claims him.
It's almost more than he can take, and Bucky knows it, pushing him to his limit over and over; and Steve, all the more stubborn and thorny now than he ever was when he was bigger, will never back down, will never say it's too much. ]
No matter what. [ he whispers, cheeks flushed and eyes fever-bright, glancing back at Bucky with defiance and wanting and love. He braces his elbows against the mattress, pushing back into the thrusts of Bucky's cock, rutting into his fist. Welcoming him in his body, welcoming every touch. ] I'm yours, Buck. Always yours. You can have anything you want.
[ Bucky's words are a ragged growl, ferocious in his passion when he takes as Steve asks, careful not to hurt him at the same time. He knows how much Steve likes it, understands that this is the way his smaller lover shows that he loves him. His hands roam, exploring, possessive and loving at the very same time, and he makes sure he has room to breathe before he slams up inside his deliciously slick little hole, balls slapping obscenely against his ass as he ruts into him.
They're like animals right here, fucking shamelessly in the privacy of their room, sharing an intimacy that is exclusively, irrevocably theirs. He sinks into him, drowns in him, and he presses bruising kisses down the thin line of his shoulder, leaving his mark on snow-fair skin.
Before long, he's getting off of him, pulling his little Steve atop him. ]
Ride me. Want to look at you when you take your pleasure, Stevie. Just like the old days, huh?
[ He makes soft noises as Bucky slams into him, punched-out exhales and low moans, his body rocked on elbows and knees by the force of his lover's thrusts. The speed and ferocity of Bucky's fucking picks up until Steve is dazed with it, well and truly awake now, panting for breath as he's rutted, mated and filled, fucked again and again until his hole feels soft and hot and swollen, stinging with heat, every nerve lit with pleasure. He reaches back blindly, gripping Bucky's hair as he leaves marks along the sharp contour of his shoulder, fingers stroking frantically through the strands, wanting more, wanting to drown in Bucky, wanting to give him everything he needs, be a safe haven for him, his harbor and home.
He gasps for breath as Bucky pulls out of him and tugs him over, astride him, and before long Steve is the one pinning him down with all the strength in his small hands, fitting his mouth to Bucky's with greedy tenderness. Bucky is his. Bucky is his, and Steve will be the one to please him, to take his cock again and again, give him as much pleasure and release as he could need. ] Like to watch, pal? [ His voice is breathless and his entire body flushed and trembling as he pulls Bucky's thick cock to his hole, pressing the blunt head snugly against him, but still there's a glint of wickedness in his blue eyes. ] Want to see me take you like this? When you're almost too big for me? [ Steve's eyes close, teeth sinking into his lower lip as he presses himself down onto Bucky's cock, pushing it up inside him. His hips rock unsteadily as he takes more and more of him in, sinking down on him, impaling himself: he's never felt so full in his life. He settles with a gasp across Bucky's hips, giving a stubborn roll of his hips that has him biting back a moan. ] God. Bucky. You feel--
[ Of course he loves watching -- there's nothing more arousing than seeing his beloved in action. Steve is beautiful in all the ways that count, look at him, rocked by the force of his thrusts, the way he's filled up over and over again. Bucky is wildly possessive of him, demanding and rough and reveling in the way Steve's similarly so, happy to be gripped tight, to mold into him so much so that they're hopelessly tangled with each other.
He gives him more, more, breath hot and heavy -- intent to take Steve up on that promise. He loves the look in his eyes, adores the way Steve aches for more even after this. He pants, hot and heavy as he rolls his hips right again, just the way he knows he likes it, intent to tear that moan from his lips. He wants to hear it. ]
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There's nowhere Steve feels safer than in Bucky's arms. Nowhere else he can trust himself while he's drifting in and out of sleep, while his clothes are being gently tugged away and his ass and cock bared, while warm fingers are wrapping around him to stroke and lips are leaving hot, soft kisses across his throat, his shoulders--no one he could let do this to him but Bucky. He sighs out softly, keeping his eyes closed, obeying that gentle order. Rests, and shivers in Bucky's arms, pleasure waking so slowly, so gradually in his body it's like he's dreaming every sensation.
He lets a hand drift back, touching Bucky's hip, curving over it, warm and possessive. Just that touch, fingers resting against him, letting his lover have everything else he wants. ]
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He urges himself forward, appreciating Steve's hand, and happy to be possessed by him. He knows what this means, and he loves every moment of it. He's continuing to touch him, to claim ownership over every inch of Steve's body, stroking his cock and kissing him, spooning up against his back.
He's hard and he knows it; but Steve is always safe with Bucky here. He pushes down those trousers, getting him completely naked from the waist down, and rubs up gently against his ass, a finger gently easing inside him again. Steve's still wet from when they'd fucked awhile ago, when he came again and again inside of that beautiful little body, and it thrills Bucky to know that he's still so wet for him, just like a cunt. ] Mmm, your sweet little hole. Love when you're so ready for me.
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Even go around with a hole slick with lube, day and night, so that Bucky could take him any time he wanted, without all the long stretching and preparation that would otherwise be necessary since Steve reverted back to this form. Although it seems like his lover wants to show him that patient tenderness now anyway. ] Always be ready for you. [ He whispers the words, keeping his eyes closed. ] Always sweet for you. Anything--anything that makes you happy, Buck.
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[ Bucky confesses quietly, so hopelessly smitten with Steve that it aches. Look at him, this beautiful, lithe little creature, always so ready for him, loving him no matter what he's become. Steve hasn't changed at all even if his physical form did, and Bucky's never felt more like his old self, his protective self, more than willing to keep his Stevie safe with him at all costs.
He knows what Steve does to accommodate him, how he lubes himself up whenever Bucky's around -- Steve is sweet, considerate, and it makes him smile, just a little, when he moves up and cups his face now, slipping his finger out of him to grasp his ass, hoisting Steve's smaller body into his arms, and coaxing those legs to wrap around his waist. ]
Got you. [ He exhales, letting his stomach rub up against Steve's exposed cock. ] Now touch me.
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But after a few moments Steve turns his head, squirming a little against him, and presses a soft kiss to his nipple, licking it, nipping it gently between his teeth. His hand wanders down, finding Bucky's cock and curving around it, finding it hot and swelled against his hand; his breath catches, and Steve strokes him slowly and tongues his nipple, moving to the other one to give it the same attention, waiting patiently for him to get fully hard in his hand. He presses a kiss to the center of Bucky's chest, sighs again, lays his head there. ] Suck your cock if you want. [ he offers sleepily, rubbing his thumb over the plush head, the slick fluid beading at the slit. ]
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He loves it, adores him and basks under his attention, already fully hard. He shifts Steve, shaking his head and dripping onto those small fingers, reaching between Steve's thighs to rub circles over his little hole. ] No, it's all right. I want to fuck you.
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Fuck me, then. [ He arches his hips invitingly to Bucky's touch. ] Ready for you. [ Still slick inside from being fucked again and again. Sleepy and pliant, his body relaxed and yielding; Bucky could lay him down against the mattress and slide right inside of him, he's sure. Steve wants him to. He wants him to fuck his welcoming hole whether he's awake or not, rock deep into him, come inside him; wouldn't that be sweet? ]
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[ Because Steve always is, no matter what time of day or night -- Bucky is just as insatiable as he is, greedy and willing and eager for every drop of affection. He holds him close, hands moving, splaying that slim waist, that lean body, so thin that sometimes he fears that he would break him.
But Steve's always been tougher than he looks, and he turns him on his side, spooning up behind him, bigger and stronger, metal fingers stroking over his stomach before he slides inside his lover's body with a soft groan. He's right -- look, he's still so wet, snug in all the right ways like he'd been made specially for him to fuck. ]
Mmmph -- so good.
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His hole is still dripping come, well-fucked after all that Bucky made him take before they went to sleep, how many times he fed his cock into his willing body; he's sensitive, almost sore, and Bucky's cock feels so pleasantly thick and heavy inside of him. Steve squirms on him, reaching back to catch his hair and turning his head over his shoulder to demand a kiss. He takes what he wants, his mouth moving drowsily against Bucky's. ]
Feels so good. You inside me.
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He adores him to no end, taking his time to fuck him, to ravish him, reaching to kiss him obediently, his tongue slipping into Steve's mouth as he explores him, a hand moving down to stroke Steve's cock, enjoying how slick and wet and slippery he feels. ]
Love that you feel like this, Stevie. Like you're my little whore, dripping for my cock inside you.
[ He hisses softly, squeezing Steve's length just a little for emphasis. ] You're dying for every drop, aren't you? [ He peppers kisses over his shoulder then, massaging his balls this time. ] You know you make me crazy; I'm never gonna have enough of you.
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[ He's already so wet, filthy with the loads of seed Bucky left in his ass hours before, his cock making obscene slick noises as it fucks him, come dripping from his loose, stretched hole. He feels like a whore, in a way he's never really before--he's so well-used, fucked so thoroughly that it's impossible to feel anything else, so small and safe in his lover's arms. The thing is, he couldn't stop Bucky from pinning him down and using him over and over, taking him in his sleep, stuffing him full with loads of semen--he couldn't stop Bucky from doing anything he wanted with him, and the thought thrills him in some strange, foreign way. ]
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[ Bucky challenges, low and purring as he maneuvers Steve onto his stomach smoothly, firmly, pinning him to the bed before he starts to fuck him a little harder now, sensing hat he's starting to come awake. The soft, wet sounds of their lovemaking is erotic and lurid in the quiet of the room, filthy and lovely all at once, and Bucky is addicted, knowing that Steve's already dripping with his sperm, slick and wet and slippery inside.
He's so well-fucked that Bucky barely needed anything, and he leans down to nip a little harder at his shoulder, loving the way his Steve squirms against him. He's so madly, so ferociously enamored with his lover, so eager to give him what he wants. ] You're gonna let me fuck you no matter what, Stevie?
[ He's pushing their boundaries, he knows, and his touch is possessive when he reaches around to stroke Steve's cock -- damn straight Steve belongs to him, is his to use as and when he wants. ] Gonna let me slide my cock in you anytime of the day and pump you full of come?
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It's almost more than he can take, and Bucky knows it, pushing him to his limit over and over; and Steve, all the more stubborn and thorny now than he ever was when he was bigger, will never back down, will never say it's too much. ]
No matter what. [ he whispers, cheeks flushed and eyes fever-bright, glancing back at Bucky with defiance and wanting and love. He braces his elbows against the mattress, pushing back into the thrusts of Bucky's cock, rutting into his fist. Welcoming him in his body, welcoming every touch. ] I'm yours, Buck. Always yours. You can have anything you want.
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[ Bucky's words are a ragged growl, ferocious in his passion when he takes as Steve asks, careful not to hurt him at the same time. He knows how much Steve likes it, understands that this is the way his smaller lover shows that he loves him. His hands roam, exploring, possessive and loving at the very same time, and he makes sure he has room to breathe before he slams up inside his deliciously slick little hole, balls slapping obscenely against his ass as he ruts into him.
They're like animals right here, fucking shamelessly in the privacy of their room, sharing an intimacy that is exclusively, irrevocably theirs. He sinks into him, drowns in him, and he presses bruising kisses down the thin line of his shoulder, leaving his mark on snow-fair skin.
Before long, he's getting off of him, pulling his little Steve atop him. ]
Ride me. Want to look at you when you take your pleasure, Stevie. Just like the old days, huh?
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He gasps for breath as Bucky pulls out of him and tugs him over, astride him, and before long Steve is the one pinning him down with all the strength in his small hands, fitting his mouth to Bucky's with greedy tenderness. Bucky is his. Bucky is his, and Steve will be the one to please him, to take his cock again and again, give him as much pleasure and release as he could need. ] Like to watch, pal? [ His voice is breathless and his entire body flushed and trembling as he pulls Bucky's thick cock to his hole, pressing the blunt head snugly against him, but still there's a glint of wickedness in his blue eyes. ] Want to see me take you like this? When you're almost too big for me? [ Steve's eyes close, teeth sinking into his lower lip as he presses himself down onto Bucky's cock, pushing it up inside him. His hips rock unsteadily as he takes more and more of him in, sinking down on him, impaling himself: he's never felt so full in his life. He settles with a gasp across Bucky's hips, giving a stubborn roll of his hips that has him biting back a moan. ] God. Bucky. You feel--
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He gives him more, more, breath hot and heavy -- intent to take Steve up on that promise. He loves the look in his eyes, adores the way Steve aches for more even after this. He pants, hot and heavy as he rolls his hips right again, just the way he knows he likes it, intent to tear that moan from his lips. He wants to hear it. ]