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milkybonya · 3 years

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6 Drinks with Hyunsuk

-> this is completely inspired by @daybreakx 's "Five Drinks to Share with Yeonjun" , so please give that a read too! It's so amazing... arguably even better than this hehe

-> Warnings: food mentions+alcohol/drinking mentions and mentions of stress

-> Pairing: college!Hyunsuk x (gn) reader

1st drink ♡ iced coffee

"Okay, okay! Let's get this meeting started!" Hyunsuk announces, passing around iced coffees to all of the club members. You take one from the tray that's handed to you before passing it along. The bitter taste makes you wince slightly, but the cool texture leaves you feeling more awake.

"So, I'm sure you all know why you're here. I'm glad to see all the new members too! In case you've forgotten, this is our college's event club. We'll help with the organization and running of events on campus. Sound good? Now let's start planning for the first event!" Hyunsuk explains.

You admire how dressed up he is for such a simple event while you wear nothing but a hoodie and sweats, having woken up too tired that morning to properly get dressed. In fact, you aren't able to focus on the meeting as you grow excited over how his accessories and clothes match so perfectly -- not too over the top, but not too simple, either.

It's only after the meeting ends that you find the courage to speak to him, approaching him after the people who were asking him questions finally step away.

"[y/n], hello!" he greets you, gesturing for you to sit beside him. He lounges comfortable on the café couch.

"Hello! I uh... this is a little random, but I just wanted to say I really like your style," you say, shyly pointing to his outfit.

Hyunsuk smiles and opens his jacket, fanning himself like he's the coolest person on the planet.

"Thank you!" he says, blushing slightly. "I prefer your style, though. Very comfortable... these skinny jeans are killing me!"

2nd drink ♡ orange juice

"I don't think I'll be able to drink orange juice again for the rest of my life," Hyunsuk groans, sipping the last of the juice out of an orange juice box before tossing it to the side of the event club room.

"Seriously.... why did we buy so much orange juice, again?" you ask, also throwing an empty carton to the side.

"There was a sale... I can't believe they're all gonna expire tomorrow. No wonder it was so cheap!"

"We didn't even have time to use them at the event," you complain.

The two of you collapse side by side on the rug you've been sitting on, your faces right next to each other even though your legs are sprawled in opposite directions.

After a moment of silence, the two of you look at each other. Your heart races with how close your face is to Hyunsuk's, but you can't help but laugh at how sleepy and full he looks.

He laughs along with you, scrunching his eyes shut.

"My stomach hurts so much," he wheezes.

"Mine does too!"

"How about we take a nap?" he suggests after calming down, resting his head on your stomach. You wonder if your friend can feel the butterflies that he's stirred within you.

"Sounds good," you agree, laying your head on his stomach, too.

3rd drink ♡ strawberry milk

"How in the hell am I going to learn everything in this book for my exam?" you complain, picking up a heavy textbook and letting it thud back down. As you sit alone in your dorm room, trying to study, you feel incredibly overwhelmed. It's exam week again :(

Then, you hear a knock at the door.

"Delivery for [y/n]!"

You could recognize that voice anywhere.

After opening the door, a giddy Hyunsuk enters your room with some strawberry milk in his hands. He opens the carton for you and encourages you to take a sip.

"Refreshing?" he asks you, and you nod.

"I ran all the way here so it would stay cold!"

"Hyunsuk, it's winter, anyway."

Hyunsuk pauses, realizing his mistake. Then, he laughs it off.

"I know our event planning session went terribly last night and you have some exams left to work on still, but you're gonna get through this, okay? I'll be here with you," Hyunsuk tells you, stretching his arms out and offering you a hug.

His jacket feels cool on your cheek, but the hug still feels warm. Your boyfriend only pulls away to cup your face in his hands and ask if he's allowed to kiss you. When he does, he does so ever so softly and for a long time.

"Tastes like strawberries," he smiles, touching your bottom lip with his thumb.

4th drink ♡ water

"I'm so thirsty!" Hyunsuk groans as the two of you run along a trail near campus.

"I told you to bring some water for yourself," you pant, scolding the boy. He laughs while continuing to run.

"[y/nnnnnnn]," he sings a few moments later, approaching you from behind.

"Can't you let me have a sip of yours?"

"The bottle is so small, Hyunsuk!"

"PLEASEEEEEEE?!"

You sigh, slowing your pace until you both stop running. You hold out your water to him and he takes it with a smile, taking huge gulps.

"Hey, stop! Leave some for me!" you whine, slapping his arm.

He rubs the spot where you hit him, acting as though he's hurt while continuing to drink.

"Thanks for the water," Hyunsuk says after handing you your bottle back. He gives you a wink and a kiss on the cheek before starting to run again.

"Slowest person has to pay for our lunch!" he yells.

"Get back here! You didn't even give me time to drink my water, too!" you shout, quickly taking a sip before you follow behind him.

5th drink ♡ milk tea

"So the instructions say that now we leave them on medium heat for as long as we like," you say, reading out the instructions on the back of the tapioca packet.

"For as long as we want?!" Hyunsuk asks, looking up from the pot of boiling water with some pearls floating around in it.

"Yeah, if we want the pearls to be softer, we leave it in longer!"

"Okay, I guess we just wait a minute or two," Hyunsuk says, putting the lid back on the pot and slowly walking towards you. He rests his head on your shoulder and you reach out to ruffle his hair with your free hand.

Before you know it, you've overcooked the tapioca into a squishy mess, but the two of you still eat your soft boba pearls and milk tea.

"I like my boba soft 'n squishy anyway!" Hyunsuk declares after taking a sip from your shared cup.

"I'm glad you do," you say, taking a sip after him and laughing at his attempted positivity.

There's some silence between the two of you until Hyunsuk speaks up.

"Wanna buy some boba from the campus boba shop?" he asks.

You nod, laughing because you had predicted this, yet you couldn't have said no to Hyunsuk earlier when he asked you with a pout if you could try making boba together.

6th drink ♡ alcohol

"Cheers!"

All the glasses hit each other before meeting their owners' lips, their contents being downed by everyone at the table.

"I just want to say that it has definitely been hard for all of us this year, but we've all done a great job," Hyunsuk says. His hand rests on your thigh after he talks, gently stroking it to reassure you in this hectic environment.

"You did a good job too, Hyunsuk," you tell your boyfriend, placing your hand on his. He smiles at you shyly in response.

As the alcohol takes its effect, many of the club members start to get quite rowdy and annoying. Hyunsuk senses that it's making you uncomfortable, and he whispers into your ear.

"Wanna go out for some air?"

When you nod, he takes your hand in his and guides you outside.

"Where's the club leader going?" someone whines.

"Just getting some air!" Hyunsuk responds, quickly rushing you outside before anyone begs the two of you to stay.

The two of you giggle as though you're children sneaking out.

Under the street lamps outside, both of you stand quietly side by side, just holding hands. There's no need for either of you to say anything: just being there together is enough. Hyunsuk rests his head on your shoulder and you rest your head on his, or try to at least. You feel his soft hairs tickling your cheek and it makes you smile.

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tisfan · 7 years

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Hope I'm hitting up the right author here - for the Communal kitchen verse, can I request a fic where (since they have many children now) bucky and tony are constantly interrupted trying to have teh smexy times?

cowritten by @27dragons

A/N As might be obvious from the prompt, this fic contains a LOT of smut, grouped together by ridiculous situations. Almost getting walked in on by kids (no actual smut is going on while the kids are in the room, but it’s a close thing. Rikki is 20 in this fic.)

For Communal Kitchen followers; this story takes place after End of Tomorrow and is some silly antics to comfort you after a rough ride with EoT.

For NON communal kitchen readers: the plot to the rest of these stories is mostly irrelevant except to note the following relationships: Rikki, Jaime, and Sasha are Bucky’s children, as part of a Hydra experiment. Zoya/Zinobiya is Natasha’s daughter via Tony as the sperm donor (sort of… it’s complicated. Read Through Him, Me and Fertile Ground if you want the background on that)

Sasha/Sav is Inhuman, as well as being part supersoldier, so he has some interesting abilities. They don’t come up in this fic, but it’s what Jaime’s looking for; the coldcuff controls Sasha’s abilities and keeps him from setting himself (or other people) on fire

The Long Winter

The meeting broke up early.

Tony didn’t get to say that very often; in his experience,meetings tended to run over schedule, rather than under. But this meeting brokeearly, which meant Tony had two whole hours for lunch before he had tobe at some investor presentation on pain of having one of Pepper’s shoes shovedup his ass.

There were other, much more pleasant things to do with his ass inthe two hours he had, so rather than fuck around with traffic, he left Happy tobring the car home and took the armor instead. He called Bucky as he tookflight. “Hey babe, guess what? Meeting’s out early. You free for an earlylunch? Or… lunch?” Best to be at least a little subtle; these days,Tony never quite knew when an impressionable minor would be listening in.

“Oh, I think I can bring you a little somethin’,” Bucky responded.“Managed t’ get Sasha to eat and he’s actually napping.” There was ahasty scrambling noise before JARVIS cut the connection.

Tony didn’t bother with the doors or the elevator, either. They’dbarely had time for a parting kiss that morning before Tony had to leave forhis meeting, and Tony wanted to make the most of every second of hisunexpectedly long lunch break. He did one acrobatic swoop around the penthouse,because it was fun (and because he was pretty sure Bucky would already bewatching) and then dropped onto the landing gantry and let the automated systemstrip the armor off. It needed to be cleaned and checked for wear, anyway.

And if he put a little extra strut into his step, well, that washis own business, and his husband’s.

Bucky was leaning against the wall, partially hidden in theshadows, arms crossed casually over his chest. “Ain’t you a sight?” He steppedinto the light, the thin tank he was wearing still damp with sweat and histight workout shorts clinging to his thighs. He let the corner of his mouthtwitch up into a grin. “Wasn’t expectin’ to see you til dinner.”

“I wasn’t, either,” Tony agreed. He stepped out of the boots, thelast of the removal rig folding away, and another two steps brought him withintouching distance of Bucky. “Guess I just got lucky.” He dragged a fingertipdown Bucky’s arm. “Your turn to get lucky?”

Bucky caught Tony’s fingers, turned his hand and brought it to hismouth to kiss Tony’s palm. “With you, always,” he said. He sucked Tony’s indexfinger into his mouth, teasing, watching Tony’s face intently as he did so.When Tony’s eyes went half-lidded, he let go, tugging Tony in for a kiss.

Tony melted easily into it, hot and eager already. He slipped onehand under Bucky��s workout tank, dragging the calluses of his fingers acrossthe skin at the base of Bucky’s spine, teasing at the elastic of those shorts.“Probably we should take this inside before another news ‘copter catches us outhere,” he said when Bucky let him come up for air.

Bucky ran his hands down Tony’s back, took a long, lingeringcaress of Tony’s ass through the flight suit. “Let ‘em watch,” he said roughly,then shook his head. “Prob’ly right, though. Stevie’d have our heads on th’table if we’re in the tabloids.” He didn’t take his hand off Tony’s backside,though, even when they turned to go into the penthouse.

They were barely through the polarized glass doors before Tonystarted stripping off the flight suit. He’d redesigned it for easier egressafter the first few Bucky had ruined with eagerness, but it still took longerthan he’d like. He kept his eyes on Bucky, though, wondering if he’d ever betired of that view. It didn’t seem like it.

(more and all the smut below the read more… or catch the fic at A03)

Bucky peeled out of his clothes in seconds and was already tuggingon the autozips that ran down the side of Tony’s leg, pressing open-mouthedkisses on each inch of exposed skin, dropping into a squat. He lingered,fingers sweeping down Tony’s thigh and then gazed up, eyelashes lowered. “Mmmm,hey there,” he said, tongue flicking out to wet his lower lip. “Got somethin’for me, to whet my appetite?”

Nope, Tony was never going to get tired of the way Bucky looked athim, hungry and predatory. Hnnng. “I bet I can find a little something for youto nibble on,” Tony promised, hoarse. He slipped his fingers into Bucky’s hair,curled the strands around them and pulled gently, watching Bucky’s expression.

Bucky ran his thumbs up the insides of Tony’s thighs, the flightsuit still around his calves, too impatient to wait. He dropped a line ofkisses over Tony’s belly, breath hot against Tony’s skin. “Mmmm, this is nice,”he said, voice low, almost like he was talking to himself. “Havin’ you homeunexpected-like.” Bucky rubbed his cheek against Tony’s hip, then licked downthe curve, making a beeline for Tony’s cock, already half-hard. “Gonna–” Andhis mouth closed, hot and wet and slick, over the head, tongue skating alongthe ridge. He pulled back “–enjoy this.”

“Good,” Tony managed. “Be worried if you– ohhhh.” He lostthe thread of his thought there, swimming in sensation. You’d think he’d getused to it, the things Bucky’s mouth could do. “Ohhh, yeah. I’m gonna enjoy it,too.”

The thud of preteen feet on the stairs was all the warning theygot; Bucky jerked back with a bitten-off curse and Tony started franticallypulling the suit back into place. Bucky snatched up his discarded clothes andbolted for the nearest door – the one that led back out onto the landinggantry. JARVIS politely shifted the polarity of the glass to hide Bucky just intime as Jaime came up into the penthouse.

“Dad? I thought you were in a meeting all day.”

“Several meetings, but one finished early,” Tony said, and he waspretty sure he even managed to sound mostly normal. “Did you need something?”

Bucky came back in the room, his tank stretched out a bit so thehem was brushing the tops of his thighs and his shorts were on inside out, butit probably wasn’t noticeable, as long as Jaime stayed on the other side of theroom. He scraped one hand through his hair, the back of his neck red.

“Sasha needs a new coldcuff and the spares are all lockedup,” Jaime said.

Bucky stared at him. “You live in a building full of spies andsuperheroes. No one can pick a damn lock?”

Jaime’s eyes rounded. “You said we shouldn’t do that anymore,” hepointed out.

Bucky made a disgusted noise. “So, now you’re listenin’ tome? Hell of a time…” He took a deep, steadying breath.

“I’ve got it,” Tony said, patting Bucky’s shoulder comfortingly.So much for Sasha’s nap – if he needed a fresh cuff, that meant he was awakeand in a seriously bad mood. “I’ll go get the cuff and see if I can talk somesense into the toddler. You… maybe get your shower or something.”

“Yeah, okay, right,” Bucky said, grumbling and pinching the bridgeof his nose. “J? Start the shower?” He glanced over his shoulder at Tony, thenadded, “better make it cold, okay?”

“Come on, baby,” Bucky said, after Tony had almost fallen asleepinto his chicken diane and green beans. A whole day’s worth of meetings – notto mention Angry-toddler Sasha, seriously Bucky’s youngest had taken theterrible twos and run with them for the better part of three years now – andTony was visibly exhausted.

(Tony and Bruce and sometimes Hank McCoy had been working onpre-developing the stims that Tony had managed to get addicted to in thefuture, but so far, they hadn’t been able to get it just right.)

Tony mumbled something sleepy, and Bucky sighed, then lifted him up.“I got ya, princess,” he teased, holding Tony close to his chest, feeling thatwarm, cuddly contentment all the way to his toes. “Gonna take you up to bedbefore you hurt yourself.”

Tony hadn’t gone quite limp in Bucky’s arms; he had one arm slung‘round the back of Bucky’s neck to steady himself and he was drawing lazycircles on Bucky’s pecs with one finger. There was a tenseness in Tony’s bodythat belied the half-sleeping pose he was projecting. His heart sped, just asBucky nudged the elevator summons, and so Bucky wasn’t quite surprised whenthat wandering finger circled his nipple, or when Tony’s chocolate brown eyesopened as soon as the door closed behind them.

“Faker,” Bucky accused his husband, letting fondness seep into histone.

“Are you complaining?” Tony wondered idly. He didn’t wait for ananswer, just leaned in to lick at Bucky’s collarbone, then nipped sharply,sending a shock of heat through Bucky’s body. “Besides, I think we had someunfinished business to attend to…”

“Yes, yes we did,” Bucky said, decidedly. He tried hard not toresent Tony’s business, as Tony himself said it more than once, someone had topay the bills around here, but it was hard (Bucky rolled his eyes at his ownthoughts. So hard!) not to miss him, when he was gone. They’d at leastlearned their lesson enough that Tony took the armor with him whenever Buckycouldn’t be with him (and Bucky scared the hell out of most of Tony’s businesspeers and clients). “Gonna demolish you.” Bucky shifted his grip untilTony was upright, legs around Bucky’s waist.

Bucky turned, pushing Tony against the wall of the elevator, mouthseeking Tony’s, eager to sample Tony’s lips.

Tony groaned and met Bucky’s mouth with his own, just as eager.His hips were already rolling against Bucky’s as his hands clutched at Bucky’sshoulders hard enough to leave small, regrettably short-lived bruises. “God,been thinking about this all damn afternoon,” Tony panted. “Boring fuckingmeetings, and trying to pay attention, but all I could think about was yourmouth and your hands and your dick. Jesus Christ, but I need you, baby.”

Bucky shuddered, unable to keep himself from rutting obscenelyagainst Tony’s body, felt the heat of him even through their clothes, whichweren’t going to last but a second as soon as he got the door lockedbehind them. God, god, Tony was writhing against him, climbing Bucky like agoddamn tree. His mouth sealed over Tony’s, mercilessly plundering the silkencavern, tasting. The elevator opened with a soft ding, and Bucky pushed intothe penthouse by muscle memory.

In the very small portion of his brain that wasn’t occupied withhis armful of eager husband, Bucky considered the distance to the bedroom anddecided that the chair was closer. He took two steps to the side and droppedinto it, Tony ending up straddling his thighs.

Tony glanced up as they dropped, grunted understanding, and pulledBucky’s shirt off quickly before going to work at his own buttons. Buckywould’ve preferred to just rip the thing off him, but he settled for helping,unbuttoning from the bottom up as Tony worked from the top down. Finally, theshirt was on the floor, and as Tony reached up to pull off the undershirt,Bucky surged forward to catch one of those sweet nipples and torture it. Tonygasped and fumbled off the tee, then curled his arms around Bucky’s shouldersand head, holding on for dear life.

“I gotcha, baby,” Bucky crooned, rocking Tony up, flexing histhighs to rub and press against the hot vee between Tony’s legs. He unhookedthe placard to Tony’s pants, tugged at one side and let the zipper slide downas he dipped his hand inside. He leaned back to watch Tony’s face as he palmedTony’s cock through his satin briefs. There was nothing – nothing –Bucky liked better than watching Tony come undone. So, so beautiful in hispleasure; all the little worried frowns and the wrinkled knot between hiseyebrows let go, and he was just… utterly divine.

Tony wriggled into a more secure position, tucked as close to Buckyas the chair would allow, and then leaned back, putting his hands on Bucky’sknees for balance. “God,” he sighed, “Bucky… yes, more, please.” Hisback arched in pleasure, the curve of his body as elegant as Clint’s bow. “Comeon,” he said, somewhere between begging and demanding. “Need you. Want you,honey, please…” His eyes flickered shut, then opened again to watch Buckyfrom under his eyelashes, unfairly sultry.

Bucky unbuttoned his jeans, heard the fabric tear as he pulled toohard on his own zipper. Shrug. He had more pants. Twisted in the chair, rubbingagainst Tony with entirely too much unnecessary wriggling, but that was okay,because oh, god, Tony felt so good, so eager and they were–

Knock. Knock knock knock. Thatwas the door to the kid’s floor.

Go away, Bucky’s brain snarled.

“No,” Tony whined softly, head dropping to Bucky’s shoulder. Hetook a couple of deep breaths, and let the last one out slow. “Maybe it’ll besomething fast and easy?” He took another breath, looked down – probably tomake sure they wouldn’t be exposing themselves to whoever it was – and liftedhis head to call, “What do you want?”

Sasha pushed open the door hesitantly, then signed, hands movinggracefully. The boy had learned to talk in the last few months, but particularlywhen he was upset, he regressed back to non-verbal. “Jaime’s sick.”

Bucky jerked involuntarily. Which, oh, god, was probably not thebest idea. “How’s he sick?” Supersoldier kids didn’t get sick. One ofthe perks of being a superhero-parent. No flu or chickenpox or ear infections.

Sasha twisted his fingers together and stared at his feet in anagony of indecision, then finally made a spread hand, thumb near his mouth, anddrew it down. Bucky blinked; that was the sign Sasha used for foods he didn’tlike and anything involving his brother’s favorite TV show, Adventure Time.But also the original meaning–

“He threw up?”

Sasha nodded.

Tony groaned, low in his throat. “Ug, okay, we’ll… Go keep aneye on him and we’ll be right there.” He waited until Sasha had closed thedoor, then rested his forehead against Bucky’s. “I swear…”

“My turn t’ adult,” Bucky said. “Get some sleep, baby. Maybe wecan get in a roll in the morning, yeah? You like that, little sleepy wake-upsex?” He couldn’t help pressing up against Tony, one last time, letting all hiswant and frustration grumble out of his throat.

“Mmm, yeah, that sounds like a good plan, babe.” Tony ducked infor a fast, hot kiss, a promise for Bucky to collect later, then slid offBucky’s lap with another wordless whine of complaint.

Bucky let the first few words of his commands whisper in his mind,just enough to bring himself down off the edge. He couldn’t push further thanthat, his kids were both in awe of, and terrified by, the Winter Soldier. Justenough frost to cool himself, and then he got up, scowled at his jammed zipper,and then tugged his tee back on. He paused to watch Tony walk, the sway of hiships captivating, into the bedroom, before heading down the stairs to find outwhat was wrong with his son.

Dark and warm and sleepy, Tony floated just below the surface ofwaking. It was there; he could feel it waiting, but he wasn’t ready for it yet.He could feel Bucky curled around him, one arm wrapped over Tony’s waist, afoot tucked between his ankles, breath puffing against his neck, hips snugagainst his ass.

And mmm, that might be a reason to wake up a little more, the heatof Bucky’s length pressed against Tony’s skin, already hard, rocking just alittle. Just enough to let Tony know that he was awake and ready for someaction. After yesterday’s little string of cockblocks, Tony was feeling prettyready for it, too. He swam through the sleepy lethargy to push back intoBucky’s body, to tip his head and turn it enough to see Bucky’s face when heopened one eye. “Mmm, morning, sweetheart.”

“Hey gorgeous,” Bucky answered. He was sporting some epic bedhead,long mahogany hair flat on one side and curling against his neck on the other.He nuzzled at Tony’s neck, breath stirring the fine hair at the back of Tony’sskull, sending flash-pulses of sensation across Tony’s nerves. His left handtraced a line, so soft, down Tony’s arm, across his ribs, and rested on hiship. The click of tiny, delicate plates in his fingers made an interestingcounterpoint to Tony’s pulse. He licked down Tony’s spine, slithering lowerinto the bed with each wet, warm kiss.

Tony hummed with interest, his entire body waking up and comingalight one bit at a time, like watching a computer boot up. He slid his fingersover Bucky’s metal ones, feeling the little plates catch against his skin, thendragged a slow line up the arm toward Bucky’s shoulder, as far as he couldreach without rolling over to disturb Bucky’s progress. “And a good morning itis,” he purred, letting himself luxuriate in the electric zings of pure lustthat Bucky’s mouth was pressing into him.

“God, you taste good,” Bucky rumbled. “Could jus’ eat you alive.”He made it down to the base of Tony’s spine, licking that flat triangle there,hand firm on Tony’s hip, pinning him in place. He nipped the curve of Tony’sass and deposited a kiss on his buttcheek.

Gently, he rolled Tony over, ass up, fingers teasing at the backof his thighs, just under his ass, encouraging him to rut against the sheets.“Oh, god, I like to watch that, look at you, baby,” Bucky said, his voicehoarse with wanting.

“Look all you want,” Tony said, stretching his arms out andburying them under the pillows, “but more touching would be good, too. I’mdefinitely on board with more of the touching.”

“Uh-huh,” Bucky said. He sat up, smacked a light hand down onTony’s cheek, just enough to elicit a squeak. “I’ll take care of you,babydoll.” He ran a finger down Tony’s crack. He reached across Tony with theother hand, fumbling on the bedside table and found the lube. A soft snick, andthen Bucky was drawing a silicone-slick circle around his hole. “Like this,baby, you want it?”

“God, yes,” Tony said. Barely awake and already half-begging. Hedidn’t care; it had been too long and an even more torturous wait than usual.“Need you in me, want it hard.” He shivered at only the thought; hewanted to feel the ache for the whole rest of the day. And then go againtonight, maybe, too. Yeah, that would be… Mmm. He rolled his hips up,inviting more.

Bucky leaned over him, pushing and testing at the muscles there.“Tony, yes,” he growled, low and eager. “You got it…” Bucky made a soft,wanting sound as Tony clenched down on his finger. “Get up on your knees, baby,grab the headboard. I am gonna fuck you right through the mattress.”

“Oh, god yes…” Tony pushed up onto his hands and knees,then groped for the headboard. It shouldn’t have been as difficult as it was,but Bucky was teasing at his opening, pushing and tugging, and god…

“Sir,” JARVIS said neutrally. “I have rather an urgent call foryou both from Ms. Barnes.”

“We’re busy, J,” Tony gritted.

“Yes, sir,” JARVIS agreed, “but she says the matter will notwait.”

“I’m gonna cry,” Bucky complained, then, “put her through, voiceonly.” He took a few breaths, then, “What is it, Rishka?”

“Father, Tony,” Rikki said. She didn’t sound anything other thanmildly annoyed. “Ellie got a flash she thought you should know about. She says–” in the background, Ellie’s voice. Not her normal, smart-ass sarcasm, butthe sleepy, almost dreamy tones of the seer “–that you shouldn’t do what youwere about to do. Tony’s gonna break his wrist when the bed colla– OH, GOD,ELLIE, GROSS! You didn’t tell me they were fucking. Oh, god, oh, god,I’m hanging up now.” The line went dead.

“Is this a joke?” Bucky demanded of no one.

“Ellie doesn’t usually joke about her visions,” Tony pointed outreluctantly. He sat back on his heels and looked down at his hands. “I…really cannot afford a broken wrist right now.”

Bucky closed his eyes for a long moment. “Right, right,okay, yeah, I… no, that’s fine, Tony, you don’t, I know.” He blew out a puff ofair and then rolled to his feet, reaching for his clothes. He tamed his hairinto a messy bun. “I’m… gonna go find Steve and go for a run. An’… maybe weshould think about replacin’ the bed? I mighta… done some structural damage toit, or somethin’? I’ll… sorry, babe, I’ll be back soon.” He leaned over,quicklike, and pecked Tony on the mouth, before striding out of the penthouse,running shoes in one hand.

Tony watched him go sadly. “Structural damage, right. Project fortoday, I guess.” He flopped back down on the bed with a sigh.

The bed creaked ominously. Maybe it was for the best that they’dstopped when they did.

“Definitely the project for today.”

As if in agreement, the bed creaked again and then one side of itcollapsed, rolling Tony onto the floor. The headboard wobbled for half a secondand then collapsed the other way, and – yep, if Tony had been holding it wherehe usually did, it would’ve trapped his hand and probably broken something.

Damn it.

The bedroom was obviously cursed, that was the only fuckingexplanation for the last two days. And the shop, his usual back-up spot forgetting his husband alone and naked, was out because Jaime’s tutors had givenhim some fairly hefty projects and Jaime was in and out of the shop at allhours as inspiration struck.

Bucky was within an inch of stealing one of the quinjets forrecreational purposes, putting it on the ceiling on autopilot and nailing Tonyon the rather uncomfortable back benches. No one could accidentally walk in onthem at fifty thousand feet.

He’d gone down to the shop anyway to prompt Tony into rememberingthat eating was a thing, following along behind his husband like a junkyard dogand feeling miserable about it, when he spotted the weapons’ locker. No one wasever in there, except Bucky when he’d lost another pistol and needed areplacement in a hurry. Everyone had their specialty weapons, designed andmanufactured by Tony; these were just spares. So even if there was a call toAssemble, no one would come in there, at least.

Bucky nudged Tony, grabbing the back of his rock-and-roll teebefore he got into the elevator and raised his eyebrows, tipping his chin atthe door. “Wanna make a pit stop, babe?” He licked his lips, not quite meaningto, but god damn he was almost in pain from wanting Tony so bad.

Tony’s eyes flicked to Bucky’s mouth, pavlovian, and then to thedoor. “In there?” His voice spiralled with disbelief. A second later, his brainseemed to catch up with the rest of his body, and he nodded fast. “Yeah, yes,good idea, let’s– Oh, god, all the damn ‘blocks, I’m wound so tight…”He thumbed the lock and shoved the door open, all but tumbling through.

Bucky took care to lock the door behind them before pouncing onhis husband, kissing frantically, biting at Tony’s mouth like he was starving.He wasn’t even being gentle, necking with Tony like they were teens at a movie,one hand already on Tony’s fly. “Wanna taste you, baby, gotta, oh, letme,” he babbled. He stroked Tony a few times through his pants, feeling him up.Groaned as Tony stiffened against his palm.

Tony leaned back against the wall and spread his legs, and thatwas all the invitation Bucky needed. He fell to his knees and took hold ofTony’s pants–

There was a sound. At the door. Bucky froze.

“What is it?” Tony asked, whispering. His hand crept toward hiswatch, which had all kinds of protective toys hidden in it.

The pinwheel hatchlock spun, slow and unsteady. That shouldn’thappen; there hadn’t been an alert. Bucky reached over, his fingers searchinguntil he found the grip of a pistol. They were usually stored loaded, unlesssomeone had fucked up, at least. He stepped forward, letting Tony take up ashielded position behind him.

The door cracked, then opened…

A tiny person pushed into the room and slammed the door shutagain, giggling.

“Zinny,” Tony said, sounding somehow both exasperated andrelieved. “What are you doing in here?”

Zoya turned huge, rounded eyes up at them. “Shhh!” she commanded.“Hidin’ seep!”

Bucky thumbed the safety and tucked the pistol in at the small ofhis back. “The door was locked,” he pointed out. Of course, now one ofthe genius-spy-assassin-monkey-children could pick a lock. Of course.

“Best hidin’!” Zoya proclaimed happily. “You hide too, Unca Buckyan’ Unca Tony?”

“I guess so,” Tony said drily, obediently lowering his voice forher. “Who are we playing hide-and-seek with?”

The hatch spun again and Zoya squealed, running around behind oneof the archery racks, eyes wide.

Tash poked her head in the doorway. She was holding a bowl in onehand and had a fork wedged firmly in her mouth. “Zin,” she muttered around hermouthful, sighed in exasperation, and pushed the fork into a bowl of greens. “Notthe weapons room, I said –” She stopped, glanced at Tony and Bucky, then hereyes went wide. Her gaze lingered on Tony’s mangled shirt, the red and purpleof a rising lovebite visible against his bronze skin. She gasped, allexaggerated exasperation. “Yasha! In front of my salad!” She brandishedthe bowl at them.

Tony’s head fell against the back of Bucky’s shoulder as hegroaned. “We’re cursed,” he complained.

“Zin,” Tash said, holding out her free hand. “Come on, weaponsroom is off-limits. We talked about this. Let’s go before something shoots offin here.”

Bucky flushed, embarrassed, but refused to drop his gaze, even ifhe could think of absolutely nothing witty to say, knowing, knowing,that they were going to have to endure Tash’s sly humor and snide remarks allthe way through dinner, and it would be worse if they actually took thetime to finish anything. Heaven help both of them if they were ten minutes latefor dinner at this point. As soon as the door closed pointedly behind the twored-heads, Bucky almost squashed Tony against the wall. “Not. Fair.”

“Seconded,” Tony whined. “When they talk about how hard it is toraise kids, I didn’t realize how literal that was going to be…”

Cursed. They were absolutely fucking cursed. They’d triedhiding in Bucky’s bolthole apartment, and were interrupted by a squabblebetween the cleaning bots, who usually remained hidden but considered thebolthole their own personal territory thanks to Bucky’s training.

They’d gone to Tony’s executive office in the SI offices – afterhours; they weren’t animals – only to have Pepper come over theintercom to remind Tony that there were security cameras in there, and if theydidn’t put their clothes back on right now, she was going to destroyboth of them with her bare hands.

They went to a local sci-fi convention (and were almostrecognized, but played it off as being really good cosplayers) andchecked into the hotel, but were interrupted four times by someonepulling the fire alarm as a prank, until they gave up.

Bucky even tried pulling Tony into the vents, but Clint stumbledover them.

That wasn’t even mentioning the three separate occasions whenthey’d been nearly all the way undressed only to have the Assemble alarm sound.

All in all, it had been more than a week since they’d managed tohave sex, and if it had been a week where Tony was off on a business trip, thatwould’ve been manageable, but no, it had been a week of almostgetting to have sex and then being interrupted at the last. Possible. Second.Like an entire week of edging. It was maddening.

Tony flopped into the (new, structurally reinforced) bed thatnight and almost didn’t even want to try. He stared at the ceiling andwondered what was going to fuck things up this time. “JARVIS?”

“Yes, sir?”

“Kids all in bed and asleep?”

“Sleeping soundly, sir.”

“Villain activity?”

“No unusual activity at the moment.”

Tony glanced toward the bathroom, where Bucky was. “Seal all thedoors and if anyone asks for us, send them somewhere else. I don’t even carewhere. No calls, period. I do not care if SI is on fire or Ellie sees mebreaking my leg. I will take the fucking broken leg if it gets me laid.And we’re not Assembling for anything smaller than the entire goddamn countryat hazard. If it’s just a city, the rest of the team can handle it. You gotme?”

“I understand perfectly, sir.”

Bucky came out of the bathroom, towel around his shoulders,wearing a fluffy terrycloth bathrobe that Tony had given him for Christmas oneyear, and he almost never actually wore, preferring, Tony thought, to showingoff his chest when fresh out of the shower and tempting Tony with a towel hunglow around his waist. His gaze flickered up to check Tony’s face, then back tothe window with its admittedly impressive view, but not really what Tony wantedhim looking at.

“Honey? Everything okay?” Bucky’s vision wasn’t as impressive ashis hearing, but it was better than Tony’s.

“Do you know, statistically speakin’, that there are, globally,seventy-nine million people having sex at any given minute of any givenday?”

Tony considered that. “That sounds about right,” he agreed. “Wantto come over here and join them?”

“Gettin’ close to th’ point where I might kill someone t’ be ableto take you to bed and stay there ‘til the job’s done,” Bucky said. He wasstill staring out the window, however, hadn’t even twitched in Tony’sdirection.

Tony got up and joined Bucky at the window, slinging his armaround Bucky’s waist and leaning into Bucky’s side as he, too, looked out overthe city. “Pretty sure that would just cause more interruptions, not fewer.”He glanced at Bucky, sighed. “If we give up, the terrorists win.”

Bucky shuddered at Tony’s touch, then pulled him closer. “Can’thave that,” Bucky said, mildly. He shifted a little, then tipped Tony’s chin upand lowered his mouth for a kiss. Soft, gentle, not demanding or rushing oranything, a tingling pressure of lips and breath and nothing more. “You know,it ain’t jus’… that. It’s more’n that, babe. Miss bein’ close withyou. Feels like you’re half th’ world away.”

Tony nodded. “I know. Hell, it might be easier if I washalf the world away. But hey, I know you heard me talking to JARVIS. I’m allyours tonight. Promise.”

“I’m all yours,” Bucky said. “All th’ time. Always.” Hesighed into Tony’s embrace, kissing him again, soft and easy. He cupped theside of Tony’s face, thumb brushing over his jaw, down his chin, urging Tony’smouth open for him. Teased at his lip until Tony leaned forward to meet him,and still it was slow. Exquisitely gentle. Like Bucky thought Tony mightdissolve into nothingness, float away on the breeze. “I ain’t so good withwords, doll. An’ I love you, so much. Sometimes, this–” he ran a hand lightlyover Tony’s chest “–this is the best way I know how t’ show it to you.”

It was sweet, and perfect, and unbearable. “Love you,” Tony said.“Forever, for the rest of my life, I love you. Come to bed, honey.”

Tony had never witnessed Bucky so tentative; each touch and caresswas deliberate, stroking Tony’s skin, dropping soft, heated kisses, but hemoved with heartbreaking caution. He kept his eyes on Tony’s face as he laidTony back on the bed. If it wasn’t for the way his hands were shaking, the wayhe worried his bottom lip with his teeth, Tony might have thought he wasdisinterested. He nuzzled at Tony’s throat, tonguing that spot where Tony’spulse throbbed. “God, Tony,” he murmured into Tony’s hair. “Baby,sweetheart, my life, my love.”

Tony combed his fingers through Bucky’s hair, trying to soothewhatever strange mood had gotten under Bucky’s skin. “I’m here,” he promised,“right here, just for you.” He took Bucky’s hand and laid it over his heart,pressing it down to feel each beat. “Just for you, but god… Touch me, Bucky.Need you to love me now.”

Bucky’s chin snapped up at that, and he looked at Tony with suchan expression of longing that it made his throat go dry. “Oh, Tony,” andthat came out choked and stricken, before Bucky kissed him, hard and wet, witha touch of wildness to him that got more aggressive as Tony opened up to him.His hands were everywhere, fingers tangling in Tony’s hair and tugging his headback to expose his throat, the metal fingers dancing down Tony’s side. With twofingers, so gentle, barely moving, Bucky stroked down the line of Tony’s cock,the polished metal slick and cool against his skin.

Tony arched into it with a gasp, letting Bucky move him whereverand however Bucky wanted him. Bucky was like a force of nature, unstoppable anduncontrollable. And yet if Tony breathed a word of complaint, Bucky would stop.Tony had no doubt at all of that. It was a heady sense of power.

Not that he wanted any of it to stop. He was desperate for everytouch, every taste, every sensation. “My soldier,” he whispered. “Yes.”

Bucky made a high, reedy, needy sound in his throat. He shuckedhimself out of the bathrobe, let as much of his skin touch Tony’s as possible.Then slithered down the length of Tony’s body, spread his legs to make room,paused to savor the moment, mouth mere millimeters away from Tony dick, waited.Watching Tony’s face intently. “Bucky, yes?” He lowered his mouth a fraction,lips opening.

Tony shuddered. “Bucky, more,” he begged, fighting to lifthis hips, to twist them, anything. “Please.”

Bucky waited just a little longer, eyes sparkling with delight,then…

He opened his mouth and took Tony in, all the way to the base inone slick, wet pull, tongue working in brushing strokes as he went. When he hadTony all the way back, his throat pulsed as he swallowed, sucking his cheeksin. He twisted his chin from side to side, giving Tony friction and brilliantsensation, then pulled back and almost off before sliding back down. His lipswere a tight ring over Tony’s dick and Bucky’s tongue was sweet, achingtorment.

Oh, god. “So good, Bucky, oh… Fuck, I’m not goingto last…” He’d been too keyed up for too long to let any kind of tease slowhim down. “Bucky, baby, honey, you are a goddamned miracle.”

Bucky slid back, reluctantly. He licked once, then again, at thesensitive crown. “Can’t have that, baby, you gotta wait for me.” He glanceddown and then groaned at the sight, Tony’s dick quivering and glistening.Tasted it again, like he couldn’t resist.

A soft whimper slid out of Tony’s throat, but he couldn’tdisagree. It was always best if they came together. Which did not stop him frombucking up into each lingering, careful touch in search of friction and heat.

He managed to pull himself together enough to twist around toreach for the drawer in the nightstand with the lube. “Fastest prep ever,” hesuggested, tossing the bottle down the bed. “I want to feel every bit of you.”

Bucky gave Tony a Look, with a capital L. “You know I ain’t gonnatake th’ risk in hurtin’ you, Tony,” he said. He wet his fingers, slid his handbetween Tony’s legs to tease and circle him, which, if Bucky was going tolecture him, at least he wasn’t leaving Tony hanging while he was doing it, andTony could ignore the scowl Bucky was giving him as he twisted and wriggled,trying to move Bucky faster, harder, now now now–

Oh Christ– Bucky slid one finger in, crooked it and stroked alongTony’s prostate, once, twice, three… oh, god, practically tortured it,rubbing and pressing, but just one finger… used his thumb to tease at Tony’srim. “I got you, Tony, baby, relax, honey, I got you…”

“This is not a relaxing situation,” Tony shot back. “Come on, Ijust… God, I need you so bad, Bucky, please. I know you love to makeme squirm but– fuck! –I’m begging, I just need you in me, come on…”

“I need you,” Bucky said. He added a second finger, scissoredthem, watching as Tony twisted, hissed at the pressure. “Need you so bad, wantyou so much. Want you t’ open up for me, there we go, yeah, like that, baby.It’s good, it’s good, I’m gonna give you what you need. There you are, baby.”He tugged, light, against the rim, then pulled his fingers out. Lubed himselfand lined up. “Oh, god…” Pressed the head of his cock in. “I got you, Tony.Bring me home.”

“Come on, honey,” Tony urged, rocking his hips up, pulling Buckyin closer. “Want all of you, every inch, as deep as you can go.” It ached inthe best way, that slow slide in. It was almost the same way his heart ached onthose rare occasions that he woke up and Bucky was still asleep and he couldwatch through those quiet moments. God, but he loved Bucky. “Love you,” hesaid, panting and wrapping his leg over Bucky’s hip. “My soldier. Come onhome.”

Bucky groaned, straining, and his metal hand came up to push atTony’s thigh, spreading him wider. The plate shifted, a sharp pinch, and thenheat spread from the bruise as Bucky switched his grip. And then Bucky buriedhimself in Tony’s body, thrust in all the way to the hilt, demanding and urgentand perfectly imperfect. “Oh… god.” Bucky leaned in, tucked his faceagainst Tony’s throat.

“Yes,” Tony moaned, wrapping his arms and legs around Bucky. “Giveit to me, honey. Give it to me good, I need you.” It felt so good, likepart of him had been missing and was returned. And he still wasn’t going tolast.

Bucky rocked him, pushing deeper. He lifted himself up, hands oneither side of Tony’s head and ploughed into Tony, spine seemingly as flexibleas a snake’s. “Look at me, baby, lemme see you,” Bucky pleaded. And oh, god, itwas hard to keep his eyes open while Bucky was doing such delicious things tohis body, but at the same time – once he met Bucky’s eyes, near black withdesire – he couldn’t look away. “There you are… come on, baby, touch yourself,so close, I’m… oh, christ, fuck, Tony, you’re so…”

Tony thought he was going to come the instant he touched his dick,but he managed to keep it together, barely. He stroked himself nice and easy,maybe every three of Bucky’s thrusts, not wanting it over yet. “You feel good,honey? Tell me how much you like it.” Bucky had a bit of a love-haterelationship with talking in specifics during sex; pushing that button waseither going to speed things up or slow them down, and either way, it was awinner for Tony.

Bucky shivered, and the movement did interesting things to theplace they were joined together. “Yeah, you always wanna hear about it,” hegrowled, “you want me t’ tell you how warm you are, how slick and tight ‘roundme. The way you move, god, you make me th’ best kinda crazy, like I’m an inchfrom touchin’ eternity. Everythin’, everything you do, makes me wild. I c’nbarely keep my hands off you, an’ I…god, need you so bad, Tony. God, soperfect, look at you, god, how you take me, how much you want it.” He wasmurmuring in Tony’s ear, praise and worship and needy and eager, telling Tonyhow sweet he was, how good it felt, how every little twitch and flex wastranslated directly into his cock, his balls, how soft Tony’s skin was, howgood he smelled. “Baby, you’re th’ best thing I ever touched, can’t believe,sometimes, that you let me.”

Tony almost laughed at that. “We’ve been together for more thanfive years, sweetheart. You’re going to have to believe it eventually.” Henuzzled up under Bucky’s jaw to leave the sharp little bites that made Buckyshudder with sensation. “Mm, love it when I get you to talk dirty for me.S’when I know you’re wound up nice and tight.” He moved his hand faster,matching Bucky’s rhythm. God, he wanted to come; he could feel it buildingright at the base of his spine.

Bucky’s arm slipped under Tony’s back, yanking him down, pinninghim in place as Bucky slammed home. The intense, focused expression faded asBucky got closer to his own release, until he was almost sleepy-looking, eyeshalf-lidded, breath speeding. “Tony, oh, god, you feel so damned good, I… youunravel me. Oh, god, Tony, Tony, come on, I’m…” Bucky threw his head back, hiships moving reflexively, working in Tony with abandon.

“Yeah, honey, let it go, come on, I’m…” Tony’s breathing wasgetting rough and raw, and electricity built in his balls. He was going tocome, any second, just one… more… push– The world dissolved into fire, andhe was pretty sure he yelled something. Maybe Bucky’s name, maybe justnonsense. Didn’t matter, didn’t matter, not with the way his bones were turninghot and liquid, oh god, it felt so good…

Tony’d been flattened by his supersoldier before; at least thenewer mattress was somewhat softer, so he could still breathe. “Oh, god, Tony,”Bucky managed. “Christ.” He heaved a few deep, almost sobbing gaspsbefore he shifted his weight. He rolled off and sprawled out, taking up morethan his fair share of mattress. He kissed Tony’s forehead.

“Fuck, I needed that,” Tony sighed. “I love you.” He didn’t reallywant to move at all, but he groped around enough to hook his ankle underBucky’s leg.

“Needed you,” Bucky said. “I was this far–” he held out hisfinger and thumb about an inch apart “– from spontaneously combusting.”

Steve was leaning against the fridge, arms crossed over his massivechest with his very best Your Captain is Disappointed in You look plasteredacross his face.

Bucky stopped dead. Tony was following so close behind, theirhands twined together, that he actually ran into Bucky’s back.

“What th– Oh, hey, Cap. What’s… with the face?”

Bucky raised an eyebrow. He knew they’d told JARVIS not tointerrupt them, but surely if there’d been an assemble call, J would have said something.Which meant that Bucky had no idea why Steve was looking at them like he wasgetting ready to chew steel and spit staples. And assign them both to KP orsomething.

Steve unfolded his arms. “I’m interested in your explanation forthis,” he said shortly. “Pepper is going to stomp on us with cleats forthe bad PR.”

Bucky actually turned and looked behind him, to see if someoneelse – Clint, for instance – might be following, and therefore a betterreceptacle for Steve’s anger. “Um, what’s this?”

From his back pocket, Steve withdrew a folded piece of newsprint.He flattened it carefully, then slammed it down on the kitchen table. “This.”

Bucky took a few more steps into the kitchen to look.

Oh.

Oh, crap.

Tony leaned around Bucky’s arm to look as well. “Oh. Well, crap.”

The article itself was wild speculation, headline coyly suggestingthat the Winter Soldier was cheating on his meal-ticket husband and had dodgedout of sight when Iron Man returned unexpectedly.

But there was Bucky, on the front damn page, buck-assed naked onthe Avengers Tower landy gantry, backed up against the door to the penthouse –from a week ago, when Jaime’d chased him outside in a hurry. Those telephotolenses were pretty damn good, too, because it wasn’t a grainy, fuzzy image,either, but rather high-def. He was high-stepping into his shorts, one leg bentto shove his foot through the leg hole, body facing the camera while he lookedback over his shoulder. The metal arm particularly stood out.

Tony, all but immune to Steve’s face, hummed thoughtfully and saidwith an audible leer, “At least they got your good side.”

They’d pixilated out his dick, at least, for the front page, butBucky would be willing to bet that somewhere, some paparazzi had the fullmonty. Which meant that either some yellow journalist was going to be coming toTony with a hand out for a big payout, or Bucky’s erection was going to end upall over the internet.

Tony chortled, pointing at the caption. It’s going to be a longwinter.

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