#otp: so you were never a saint and i loved in shades of wrong (bucky and steve)

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You knew who ᴵ was with every 𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓅 that I 𝓇𝒶𝓃 to you ᴏɴʟʏ blue or black days 𝔼𝕝𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔢 𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖋𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘 is in any ˢᵗʳᵃⁿᵍᵉʳ I ᴄʜᴏᴏꜱᴇ

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cloth : bandaging a wound

 War eats boys. Some boys are lucky and are spit out men, others are devoured and never to be seen again. Some of those men are even luckier to find love in war, the one thing it seems that war cannot touch -- love remains. Bucky is a paradox, he is both lucky and unlucky. Bucky loves, but it is not returned. The man he loves could never return his love. His love is lucky though, he loves a spitfire. A woman who is complimented by war, a goddess of rage and conquering. Bucky’s love is a god of righteous fury and adoration. They fit together like perfect puzzles pieces, like they’ve known each other their entire life... like war was created by the universe just to bring these souls together. Bucky is dammed to live in their war, be dragged by war’s mouth all because he’s stubborn. He could have gone home, in fact he was encouraged to go home after being rescued from experimentation. But he didn’t, he would rather continue to torture himself in ways worse then war. What the man he loves fall in love with someone else.

The other man’s voice is irritated. He doesn’t like being late and Bucky is apparently taking too long bandaging up a wound. “If you would stop movin’ I could finish this up.” He hisses in Steve’s ear. The other claims that he doesn’t need to be patched up, that he’ll heal. “Do ya wanna get blood on your uniform? I don’t think Peggy would like you dripping on the dance floor.” Bucky wants to press his finger into the bullet hole wound, make Steve feel just a little bit of what he feels. The anguish -- the constant sting of it. He doesn’t, Steve doesn’t deserve to be on the brunt end of his jealousy. So instead, he finally manages to get the bullet casing out of his skin. Is Bucky taking his time on purpose? That could be a reasonably conclusion... but he also does care about the well being of his friend. While he’s sure that any sort of infection will be killed by Steve’s new enhanced body, he still would rather be safe than sorry. Which Steve seems to not care for in this current moment. “I won’t make you late, stop moving!” Bucky can’t help but snap, he doesn’t mean to. He’s been more on edge, war isn’t a game and neither is love. Stress and despair feels like it’s eating him from in inside out.. he can hardly stomach a meal anymore.

She liked him before he was injected. Steve tells him this fact late at night, his voice is far away and dreamy. Bucky just chuckles, but he wants to shake his best friend’s shoulders tell him he like him before he was little too. She sees the value in him. She’s strong.. she’s doesn’t take shit. She doesn’t hold him back. Steve talks all night long about Peggy Carter, gushing over this woman. Bucky hears it all, he hates it all. Peggy the text book definition of perfect for Steve Rogers. The thing Bucky used to think himself to be... the boy who followed blindly behind that scrawny kid from Brooklyn. Steve does the same with Peggy and Bucky wonders if that is what he’s looked like all these years. A lovesick fool. Expect Steve isn’t a fool because at least Peggy looks at Steve the same way he looks at her. It’s like they hung the stars together one by one. Everyone used to joke back in Brooklyn, that one day Bucky would leave little Steve Rogers behind. It’s almost poetic how wrong they are. Steve’s gone and grown up, found himself the perfect woman while Bucky’s still stuck digging his heels in the dirt refusing to grow up. The stars above their makeshift camp mock him for being human -- for feeling. 

 Bucky dips the a cloth in water, ringing out the excess slowly. Steve seems to have settled after he snapped. Bucky doesn’t apologize, he doesn’t want to talk anymore. He’s afraid words will spill from his mouth and they won’t stop. He’ll beg Steve to stay, cry into his shoulder that this is too much for him, press kisses to places he’s not allowed and get pushed away. So he doesn’t speak, he carefully cleans off the wound, watching as bloody water cascades down Steve’s now perfect back. He can’t himself as he reaches out with his free hand, tracing along the other’s spine. He misses the freckles, he’ll forgive be angry at the serum for taking those away. Bucky misses sitting up all night and counting them until he couldn’t keep his own eyes open. He misses how dark they’d get during the summers. He doesn’t tell Steve he misses them, it won’t bring them back. He’s sure Steve hated them anyways. The male pushes away from where he was pressed up against the now bigger man’s back as he grabs a medical salve to help aid healing despite not Steve not needing it -- it just makes Bucky feel better. He is careful as he rubs the cream into the wound. He can feel the restless energy start to seep back into the room, he’s taking too long. He can’t prevent this any longer. So settles in front of the other, pushing is arm up and making Steve rest his large hand on his own slender shoulder. He begins slowly wrapping the gauze under his armpit and up and around his shoulder. “Stop being so nervous.” Bucky grumbles despite himself, eyes lingering selfishly across the other’s broad chest. “The two of you could go to a goddamn library and she’d still be swooning over you.” Some of the tension seems to leave the other’s body and feels that rising need to ask him to stay. So instead he clears his throat and focuses back in on the work at hand. “Just gotta remember all those dance moves I taught you back in Brooklyn.” Is it a bit selfish to remind Steve of that time in hopes that maybe Steve will think about Bucky while he’s on a date with Peggy? Yes, he knows it is but he doesn’t care. 

The moment Bucky tapes the gauze down, Steve is standing up and nearly rushing out the door to get ready. Bit sits alone now, looking down at his hand that are stained in Steve’s blood. This isn’t the first time they’ve been bloodied by his best friend, but... he feels soon it will end. Soon Steve will be calling on his girl to patch up his wounds, and in such close proximity things will turn intimate. --- And now Bucky is angry. He stands from where he’s sitting and before he even realizes he’s kicking over his own cot, all of his things tumbling onto the floor which ends up causing a bit of a domino effect. He knocks over a few other things in his rage, but doesn’t notice until he’s done throwing things into the tent walls. It isn’t satisfying, it doesn’t help... nothing helps. So instead Bucky settles down onto his knees, they ache and burn from long days walking across Europe. As he begins to crawl on the floor and clean up all of his and Steve’s now scattered personal items he stumbles upon Steve’s compass. In all his hurry he must have forgotten it. He opens the item, maybe it’ll help him get his barrings -- remember that the world still turns on its axis and that the world doesn’t revolve around Steve Rogers like Bucky likes to think it does. 

Staring back at him are two familiar faces. His own and one he much rather be seeing in person right now. Sarah. He feels the hot prickling of tears behind his eyes, blurring the photo. “You didn’t tell me loving him was gonna be this hard, mama.” He whispers softly to the photo. “This woulda been a whole lot easier if you hadn’t raised him into such a goddamn hero.” He feels a bit crazy talking to a photo settled in the head of a compass but it surprisingly helps. He pulls his knees up to his chest, chin resting on familiarly scrapped knees. “--Wish you were here to talk me through this.” Eventually his heavy heart settles, doesn’t lift -- it never lifts but it settles. He breathes out a shuttered sigh and stares at the photo until he doesn’t even recognize himself in the photo anymore. He rises slowly from his place on the floor to set the compass back in with Steve’s things and he quietly joins the rest of the Commandos and while Steve’s off impressing a girl, Bucky will drink until he passes out in the dirt and someone carries him to his cot. He isn’t sure who it is, but the scent of medical salve is familiar to his drunken senses. Bucky sifts back off like he always does, thinking things would be better if Steve was the one carrying him off. 

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▼ five times my muse has caught yours getting off, and the one time they help out.

1. The first time it happened, Bucky was returning from meeting with Shuri. Every now and again the princess calls him in to run a little maintenance and make upgrades on the arm she had created for him. He often feels a bit bad that he doesn’t get much use out of it. Most of the time he lets it collect dust in the hut that he and Steve share. Thankfully Shuri doesn’t seem to mind that small fact, he wonders if it’s because she understands that this is part of his recovery – having a choice with his lost limb. As long as she still gets to upgrade it and he’ll test it out then the princess is happy. As he approaches the hut, it’s early evening, the sun is starting to set over the lake. He idly wonders if Steve would want to go into the city for dinner. He smells the sweat first, his enhanced senses pick up on the musky scent first. Bucky concludes that the other has just finished up the evening chores, which he’s secretly thankful for. The day has been grueling, however the sight he’s greeted with as he ducks into the hut is not the one he was expecting. The other man is sprawled out on their shared bed, head thrown back carelessly against the pillows and his chest is flushed such a warm pink that can almost feel the heat from where he stands helplessly in the doorway. The man’s cock is curved up into his large freckled hand and he can hear the strangled grunts from where he stares. Oh god he’s staring. Bucky makes a break for it the never next moment, his own face a deep red and his pants are becoming a little too tight. 

2. The second time it happened, Bucky had been asleep. He had vaguely heard the bathtub run on the other side of the divider before he’d dozed back into a sleep. Bucky isn’t the world’s most heavy sleeper. He reasons it’s got a bit to do with forced cryo and his body doesn’t really remember what it’s like to actually sleep. So when he’s sleepy, he tried to take full advantage of the hours he can get. However there’s something that slowly pulls him back into consciousness, it’s some sort of muffled noise. Bucky isn’t exactly sure what it is, but he can also hear the gentle splashing of water on the side of the tub. It takes a few moments for Bucky’s mind to get with the program. The muffled noises become clearer to the man’s mind as he begins to actually wake up. Steve’s trying to keep quiet. The thought alone has Bucky’s own cock twitching in interest, he can almost see the image in his mind. Steve’s hand wrapped around himself, fisting in an unsteady rhythm under the water, lip caught between his teeth as he attempted not to wake Bucky. Except Bucky is very awake now. He can feel the heat rising up his chest and he wills it away. He can’t very well slip his own hands down under the covers and fix the growing issue. So instead, he rolls over on his front and smothers his face into the pillow. Hopefully the noises will end soon and Steve will be none the wiser that Bucky was awake.

3. The third time it happened, Bucky was settled out in the cool breeze. The morning had been warm as always, but a cool breeze had blown in the afternoon Steve had made himself scarce finding solstice inside their shared hut. Bucky understood the other’s reasoning. Steve hadn’t died on impact once he flew the place into the ocean, he was awake when he had slowly froze into his cryogenic state. So whenever the temperature drops, Steve finds things to do inside and Bucky finishes up the afternoon chores with ease. For a while he sits by himself on the shore of the lake, which makes the air even more chilled. His hair blows in the wind and the sun is little help to ease the chill, though he sits asking in it anyways. He lets his mind wander, some thoughts as simple as upgrading the feed for the chickens and others are a bit more frightening ones that he has started to train himself to move away from. Eventually he begins to worry for Steve when the temperature drops below what is normal for Wakanda. It’s very unusual for the temperature to dip this low and during the day is even more odd. So he heads into the hut, his mouth opens to ask Steve if he’s got the fire going but he stops in his tracks. The bigger man’s frame is shuddering, a hand braced on the kitchen counter. Bucky’s heart clenches in his chest for a moment, thinking the man is having a hard time. Expect the noise that leaves Steve’s throat is not one of distress but of… pleasure. Bucky bites back the curse and despite his body screaming at him to stay, he lets the cloth of their door close in front of him. He has to screw his eyes shut for a moment before taking a few backwards steps away from the hut. 

4. The fourth time it happened, Bucky was sleeping. His back facing his friend, blanket thrown haphazardly around his waist. The body next to him is warm, which is helping him slowly doze back into sleep but… that body is also moving. Bucky figures Steve is just getting comfortable, resettling himself or putting himself in some obnoxious position that will end with Steve somehow on top of Bucky. Expect the movements don’t seem to still, and for a moment Bucky’s concerned that Steve was having a nightmare. But that musky scent suddenly filled every single one of his senses and he feels an overwhelming need to turn over. He knows what Steve is doing and it should not be as hot as it is. He can feel the repetitive motions of Steve’s hand caressing his cock, and the way his breathing stutters the closer he gets to coming. With his eyes closed he can almost see Steve in his mind, the sweat that drips down his brow with the effort of keeping quiet and keeping his motions to the minimum. Bucky doesn’t dare move; he doesn’t want to throw Steve off that desperate rhythm or embarrass him. Instead he clenches his jaw in effort not to shove his own hand down into his boxers. The man is quickly learning what Steve’s tell is when he’s close to coming, and Bucky wonders what it would be like if he was the reason that Steve was falling apart. He so much wants to turn over and see his face when he finally tips over the wonderful edge. But they just aren’t there yet… and so Bucky just has to sit up the rest of the night and imagine what it looks like. 

5. The fifth time it happened, Bucky was sweating. The heat was stifling, it was the peak of summer in Wakanda and they weren’t always this brutal but they are right now. He had long abandoned his shirt and sweat was trailing down his spine and collecting at the curve of his back. Steve had excused himself a little before, claiming he was going to make them a bit of lemonade. Bucky of course he had joked that Steve was turning into his own little housewife, making lemonade for him on hot days. Though it was taking Steve way too damn long to make a little bit of lemonade so he decides to take things into his own hands. Tossing one last halebale into the pile, Bucky slipped off the knit pants he was wearing and tossed them aside on the shore of the lake. It was an easy slide in the water, it was much cooler than the temperature outside. He let himself slowly sink under the water and stay there for a few seconds. He was only sporting one arm, so an actual swim was out of question. He stayed in the water for a bit while longer, water coming right up to his waist. Though his thirst was finally starting to get the best of him; he finally decided to make his way out of the water and towards the hut. The coolness of the water doesn’t last long so it’s nice to finally be in the shade of the hut. With a quick glance around Steve’s not in the main room, but there’s lemonade on the counter. It’s the sound that Bucky hears first, it's a quick grunt. Bucky’s fist opens and closes a few times as he collects his quickly fading resolve. He doesn’t know how much longer he’s going to last with Steve torturing him in such a way. Bucky forces himself back out of the hut, and back into the coolness of the water. He at least has a bit of privacy out here where he can slip his own hand down under the water. 

6. The sixth time it happened, Bucky had been gone for most of the day. He had been thinking about starting up missions with Steve again but was still a bit worried about his mind. So he had gone to do a little training with Shuri and T’challa, to test out a few kinks. In a couple of days he’ll go back up with Steve to do even more training but right now he just wants a nice meal with Steve down by the lake and a simple evening. However it seems that Bucky won’t get that simple evening, no he’s greeted once again by the sight of Steve stripped down. The other man’s eyes are screwed shut as his hand works quickly and Bucky can’t tear his eyes away. They watch like a predator, pupils blown and mouth agape. This time is different from the other’s because this time around, Steve catches him. His own nickname is choked from the man’s mouth, cheeks reddening from what Bucky can only assume is embarrassment. But Bucky shushes him. “ ‘s alright, Stevie. Lemme help.” Before he can even think about his own words or his actions, he’s moving across the room. His knees carefully hit the floor and Bucky’s flesh hand reaches up gently caressing the other’s tanned thigh. Bucky dips in closer and noses along the other’s thigh. The gasp is the best thing he’s heard all day. HIs mouth meet’s the other’s sensitive flesh, first he kisses it -- it's warm and slow… but the closer he gets to Steve’s cock he begins to bite and nip, sucking dark red marks into the skin there that makes the other man squirm. “Always make such pretty noises.” He tells the man, looking up at him through his lashes. He tentatively swirls his tongue around the head of Steve’s cock, it’s already red and swollen from his hand. The first push of it into his mouth has harsh fingers tangling in his hair, the bigger man clearly looking for restraint, anything to ground him. The pump of his mouth is slow and agonizing, though he watches the way that Steve’s face twists in pleasure as he moves along the long length of him. He feels drunk -- he wants the other to beg him, plead for more of his mouth. But until Bucky gets what he wants, both of his hands stay placed on the other’s hips keeping the bigger man in place. His fingers rub bruising circles into the bones as he barely pushes his mouth halfway down Steve’s cock. The man is getting antsy and desperate Bucky can tell. It’s only when those beautifully rough pleas begin to fall from Steve’s mouth, chants of Bucky’s name and please are the only words that fall from his lips. Having mercy on Steve, the male relents his grip on the other’s hips as he pushes all the way down. He can feel the cock hit the back of his throat and Steve's entire body shudders. Metal and flesh fingers claw their way down Steve’s thighs, urging him to move. It’s primal and dirty. Steve is hunched over Bucky as a hand grips the back of Bucky’s head, his hips thrust and rut into Bucky’s hot mouth. With Steve already being worked up before this, it doesn’t last long. The thrusting gets uneven and all of Steve’s pretty noises grow louder until they are the only thing bouncing off the hut’s walls. One, two, three more thrusts and it’s over, Steve’s spilling down Bucky’s throat and slumping backwards. It’s a sticky sort of pop as Bucky slide’s off the man’s cock and he can feel how swollen his lips are but he’s smirking a bit anyways. “You always this filthy, Rogers?”

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Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers

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"i don't want to fall asleep without you."

It’s been a long time since Steve Rogers was sick. Though ever since Steve had given up ‘Captain America’ for Natasha, he had been returned back to his sickly and frail state. While the illnesses have no longer threat of killing Steve, that doesn’t mean they’re any easier to deal with. This is the fourth time just today that Bucky had headed into the drug store to get anything to soothe Steve’s terrible cough and aching body. This whole new age of medicine thing is new to them both. So Bucky makes his way slowly down the aisle for ‘cold’ and ‘flu’, picking up each bottle of liquid and pill pack and reading the back of the packets. They all seem to have such big bold claims and Bucky feels a little lost as he shoves another rattling bottle onto the shelf. The poor woman at the pharmacy had seen Bucky so many times today and it seems that she’s finally felt remorse for his confused state and made her way over. “Can I help you find something?” She asks gently. While Bucky would love to shoo her away, tell her he’s fine.. he’s beyond confused. He crinkles his nose a bit before sighing and giving her a slow nod. “Friend of mine’s got a cough and body aches. – ‘m sure he’s got a fever too.” She smiles softly at him and searches the self for a few things before pulling out two bottles of liquid for him. “It sounds just like a cold, here’s something for daytime and nighttime.” It’s a relief to finally have something that can soothe Steve’s ailments. “Thank you.” He tells the woman and she summons him to follow her so he can check out and not visit this damn store again. 

Getting Steve to actually take the medication is another damn hassle in it’s own. He’s a stubborn bastard who’s survived colds before, claiming he doesn’t need the medication to help. Though Bucky figures after 80 years of not being ill, it doesn’t matter if he’s survived it before this or not – it can’t be enjoyable. “Do not make me force this down your throat, Rogers.” He grunts as he shoves the cup full of dark liquid towards the smaller male. “If you take this you won’t be sick for two weeks like you used to be.” The other seems to weigh his options for a moment and Bucky holds his breath in hopes that Steve finally fucking thinks this through. “Come on, Stevie.” His voice is bordering on desperation, he can’t help but feel that familiar worry pull in his stomach. There were so many times that there was nothing that Bucky could do to help, he was forced to sit and watch as Steve suffered. Now that there was something he could do to help? He wasn’t going to sit quietly anymore. A grunted ‘fine’ is given in return and Bucky feels his shoulders finally relax. He kneels down on the edge of the bed to hand over the little cup to Steve, watching as the other begrudgingly swallows the whole cup down. His face squishes up in displeasure and the bigger male can’t help but chuckle. “You deserve that after being a stubborn bastard.” He teases the other as he helps Steve settled back into bed. Bucky is careful to not actually touch the male, still being overly cautious around the other’s returned small frame. But he helps get the blankets situated and Steve returns to idly watching television. 

“I’ve got a few files to finish up reading, don’t do anything stupid while I’m gone.” He gets a snort in return as Bucky slips out of the room. It’s odd to not be in the room with Steve while he’s ill – there was a time that you couldn’t peel Bucky from Steve’s side when he was sick. But times are different, Bucky as actual work to do and Steve isn’t going to die at a moments notice.. he also knows if he was in the room with Steve he’d spend more time just staring than doing actual work. So it’s best for him right now to finish up the few things he has to do for SHIELD before spending the rest of the evening just gazing at his best friend while he coughs a lung up.

 Bucky gets so lost in his work he doesn’t realize it’s nearly midnight and a violent cough from down the hall has Bucky abandoning all of that at moments notice. The bigger male slips into the other’s bedroom and is greeted with a hand outstretched in a way to keep him at bay until Steve’s tiny frame is gasping for air after the last cough. “Never thought I’d hear that noise comin’ from your body again.” He tries and earns a bit of a halfhearted glare from Steve. He ignores it in favor of pouring another small cup of the medicine which Bucky knows he’s allowed to take again since he read the directions one hundred times to make sure he wouldn’t kill his friend. This time it’s taken with little to no argument, so Bucky knows that Steve must feel much more terrible now that he did earlier. Once again, he’s kneeling on the bed to return the covers to their rightful place over Steve’s body. “Try to get some sleep, alright?” Moving to click the tv off, he’s making his leave to see if he can attempt to get some sleep of his own.

However this time is different than earlier, a gentle hand catches his metal one as he turns to leave. Bucky feels a mix of emotions, his strongest one is to yank the metal hand away – not let Steve touch such harsh curves and rough edges. He thinks Steve deserves better than that, someone who is just as gentle as he is. Though his other emotions just want him to melt, collapse to his knees and rest his hand in Steve’s for the rest of time. As Bucky turns to look over his shoulder, those big dumb blue eyes seem to bore right into his soul. “I don’t want to fall asleep without you.“ The words are spoken barely above a whisper and Bucky feels like his heart is being pulled out of his throat. How the hell is supposed to say no to that? Any excuse he could even begin to think of has strayed for far from his mind, his mind is just filled with Steve, Steve, Steve. Now nothing else matters in this moment expect the way Steve is tugging on his arm. It’s clear as day that Steve Rogers will always and forever be his weak spot. 

Unlike all those years ago, when Bucky climbed into bed with Steve, there is plenty of room for both of them. Yet the smaller male doesn’t move an inch, so he has to slip in close next to Steve who’s now turning his back against him so that Bucky can fit perfectly along his back. He feels the other’s small frame rumble against his chest as he coughs and Bucky remembers something from their childhood that always soothed Steve. He snakes his flesh arm and hand over Steve’s side and the palm of his hand rests over the other’s chest. He presses gently against the male’s chest before rubbing in slow circles. The motions earn him a pleased groan that sends chills right down his spine. “Try to get some sleep you stubborn bastard.” He tells him, the words grumbled into Steve’s shoulder. 

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40′s First Time | Bucky&Steve

The question hung heavy in the air, and Bucky has to wonder if he’s heard Steve correctly. The two were settled comfortably on Steve’s couch, Sarah working the night shift as a nurse so the two were home alone. A book settled in Bucky’s lap while Steve sat next to him doing the same thing, the record player in the corner playing some worn record. Except now that whole easy dynamic has changed, it was a sudden question and Bucky feels as if Steve is somehow playing a joke on him. It was like Steve has somehow found out about his crush and is poking fun at him, asking him if he’s show him a good time, fuck him to be exact. While Steve had worded it a nicer way, explaining that he was tired of all the boys their age teasing him about never being intimate with someone -- all Bucky’s mind could supply was that Steve wanted Bucky. He hadn’t realized he hadn’t supplied Steve with an answer until the other was trying to backtrack, shaking his head telling Bucky it was a stupid question. Steve rises from the couch to pace, as if he’s trying to do anything to get away from him now that he’s asked the question. 

“No, no.” He says suddenly, catching both himself and Steve off guard. “--Just.. Are you sure?” He wants to confirm with Steve. He’s also doing it for himself, to make sure this isn’t somehow a funny sort of daydream he’s thought up. While the fear of Steve playing some kind of sick joke on him sits in the back of his mind, this is Steve Rogers after all. Bucky doesn’t think that Steve has a mean bone in his body, he wouldn’t be doing this to trick him.. It’s all of Bucky’s own insecurities rearing their ugly head. He’s got to remind himself though that this isn’t an admission of feelings either, while Bucky has overwhelming feelings for Steve it doesn’t mean Steve feels the same. The other almost clearly just wants to get his first time over and done with, to finally get all those cruel boys off his back once and for all. Maybe even get a little experience under his belt so when someone Steve actually feels something for comes around, he knows what he’s doing. While that thought causes a flare of jealousy to rise in his stomach, a burning that feels like bile coming up his throat -- he can at least hold in his heart that all the moves that Steve will use on someone else after this will because he learned them from Bucky first. And more selfishly maybe those little moves will always remind Steve of his time with him and he’ll always linger in the back of Steve’s mind even in his most intimate times with someone else. 

“I’ll do it, if you’re sure.” He breaths the words out and Steve’s looking at him like he’s not sure he’s heard him right. It’s almost as if the universe is encouraging this entire thing as the record switches songs, it's something slow and almost sultry. That’s just enough to kick Bucky into gear. He sits up on his knees on the couch, hand reaching out to grab Steve’s in a gentle tug. He pulls the smaller man closer. “Come ‘ere.” He breaths, fingers from his free hand catch on Steve’s jaw. With himself kneeling on the couch, he and Steve are nearly the same height -- it makes it easier to kiss Steve that way. He moves in slow, giving the other as much time as he possibly can to change his mind. But when it seems that Steve won’t, Bucky presses his lips against Steve’s in a slow kiss. The hand that was holding Steve’s hand, glides up the other’s arm until he can snake his hand onto the smaller male’s lower back, bringing him flush against his own chest. He can already feel the hitch in Steve’s breath so Bucky pulls away just far enough to press open mouth kisses along the other’s jaw and down to the hollow of his throat. “Breath, Stevie.” He reminds the other, mouth eagerly tasting all of the other he’s allowed. He flattens his tongue along the slim lines of the blonde’s throat, delighting in the way the other seems to shiver under his touch. When he feels like Steve’s had enough time to catch his breath, Bucky meets the other’s lips in another kiss. This one is less gentle, he pushes his tongue through the part of the other’s lips, the other’s mouth tasting like mint -- as if Steve’s been planning this for awhile. That thought alone sends excitement shooting up Bucky’s spine and a fire feels like it’s been set under his skin. A gentle nip of Steve’s bottom lip earns him a tug at the base of this neck where Steve’s hands had settled in his hair. That’s filed away for use later, Bucky now aware that Steve likes it when he uses teeth. 

He feels like he could kiss Steve forever if he’s honest, the way the other moves so perfectly against him. Their mouths move in an easy rhythm and Steve seems to be getting pretty comfortable, which won’t do for Bucky. He wants the boy flushed and wanting more, so the pull away is slow -- easy. His own large fingers dance across the smaller male’s jaw, gently using his nails to scrape across the skin there. He lets his fingers trail down along his jaw until they glide down the other’s throat and across his clothed chest until his right fingers dip and settle onto the hem of Steve’s pants. He lets himself take the sight in, Steve looks absolutely debauched, warm pink lips pretty much kiss swollen and his hair a mess from where Bucky couldn’t keep his hands out of it. While his right hand is hanging by its fingers in Steve's pant’s hem -- his left hand can’t help but reach out wanting to feel the skin of the other’s lips against his fingers, something he’s always wanted to do. The next move is greedy, selfish but if it’s the last sight he ever seens then Bucky can die happy. He pushes his thumb between Steve’s lips, pressing it flat against the other’s tongue. He wonders what he must look like to Steve because he feels wild, he’s struggling to catch his own breath as he watches the other do something just as simple as swirl his tongue around Bucky’s finger but it’s driving him wild. “You look so pretty like this..” He can’t help but breath out the words and god it’s true. He always wants Steve to look flushed and wanting. 

The next movements are slow, both of Bucky’s hands glide up Steve’s frail chest. He can almost feel him trembling underneath his touch and if that doesn’t excite him he’s not sure what else will. His fingers easily slide Steve’s suspenders off his shoulders as he pushes back into Steve’s space, his own kiss swollen mouth meeting the tender part of Steve’s throat. His teeth gently sink in there and it earns him such a wonderful whimper that Bucky’s stomach does a funny sort of flip. Is it the smartest idea to give Steve a hickey right above his collar, no.. but he’s gotta give those cruel boys some sort of proof. So Bucky sucks gently on the sensitive skin as Steve’s trembling hands find Bucky’s shoulders and Bucky becomes acutely aware that it seems like Steve is using his shoulders to keep himself up right. This seems like a perfect time as any to move this somewhere a little more appropriate. The larger male, shifts making Steve tilt his head back as Bucky regains his height over Steve. Except he’s swooping down to lift Steve right up off the ground and the other other seems to get the memo quickly which Bucky is thankful for. The other’s slender legs wrap easily around his waist and Bucky could navigate Steve’s little apartment with his eyes closed. It doesn’t take them long to end up in Steve’s bedroom -- the door kicked shut by Bucky’s foot. His mouth is finally back on Steve’s after what feels like a lifetime as he’s gentle with the smaller boy, laying him gingerly on the bed. Bucky takes his time with Steve for a few reasons, the biggest reason is the health concern, he doesn’t want Steve’s lungs to give out while they’re in the middle of things. But more selfishly he wants to soak up as much time with Steve as he can, because he knows the possibility of this ever happening again is slim to none. So Bucky is going to take all the goddamn time in the world with this man and he won't take a moment of it for granted. With that in the back of his mind, he takes his time unbuttoning the smaller man’s shirt, mouth following in his finger’s wake. He presses kisses to each new inch of skin exposed, the skin warm and flushed under his mouth and a breathy noise from above him tells Bucky that Steve is enjoying himself. Soon, the shirt is discarded and tossed aside and before Bucky can run his mouth and tongue all over those collarbones he’s stopped. Steve’s voice is absolutely wrecked and Bucky has to stop the noise that dares to escape his throat just from the other’s voice alone. Steve seems to struggle with how to ask for what he wants, but Bucky waits patiently with his hands running down Steve’s sides as he noses along the other’s jaw. When words seem to fail, slim fingers find Bucky’s own shirt buttons. Excitement runs low in Bucky’s abodemen as Steve finally pushes the beige shirt off his shoulders and discards it. Steve pushes Bucky a bit, taking a moment to just look at him. Bucky is not usually one to get flustered but Steve is in exception in everything.. So this is no different. He can feel his own skin begin to flush under the dark gaze of his friend, eyes nearly not blue anymore. The smaller male’s pupils have blown, lust gazing over his every feature. Steve feels like his mirror in this moment, both shirtless and nearly panting with lust. The labored breathing makes Bucky pause for a second, if Bucky feels like he needs to catch his breath then he knows the other must feel the same. So Bucky settles on his knees once again but this time in between Steve’s legs. He guides the smaller male’s hands to his own abdomen, wanting the other to take the time to catch his breath and explore his body. Steve seems to take the notion eagerly, his hot hands feeling, scratching, tugging on Bucky’s skin. Bucky takes pride in his body, he works out as often as he can, eats good food and still he can’t help but wonder if Steve likes what he’s seeing. Steve seems to answer Bucky’s wordless question as he sits up, taking this thing into his own hands. The smaller male lets his hands roam along his body, arms reaching around Bucky’s waist to run his hands up his muscled back as Steve playfully kisses and nips along his chest. Bucky let’s a pleased hum leave his lips as his head tilts back and he closes his eyes. He just wants to feel Steve, the kiss swollen mouth, his eager hands wanting to feel every inch of Bucky’s body he’s allowed. A flick of a tongue across his nipple as Bucky’s body shivering excitedly and causing him to look back down only to see an expectant Steve looking up at him. A breathless nod is given to the man, knowing he’s looking for approval to make sure what he’s doing is right -- and god is it. Everything about this feels right. 

There are so many people in this stupid world who would call this wrong, in fact, if caught they could end up jailed for this. But Bucky has never cared less about anything in his life. The only thing that’s ever mattered to him in this world is Steve Rogers and now.. Even more so now (if that’s even possible). He feels Steve’s mouth and fingers still once they reach the zipper of Bucky’s pants. The touch across his crotch is feather light but it still earns Steve a bit of an excited hiss. Bucky’s hands shake with the effort of not to just push Steve’s hands away and rid himself of his pants… but he doesn’t. He lets Steve explore even despite the fact that Bucky is so hard he’s aching. The gentle touches across his clothed cock are doing nothing but working up more and if Bucky was thinking straight he’d swear Steve was doing it on purpose so that he could watch Bucky squirm and pant above him, which is what he’s doing right in this moment. “Steve..” He chokes out, almost begging Steve to either stop or actually touch him before he loses his mind. Bucky has half the mind to give Steve a taste of his own medicine and maybe he should do just that. He tilts Steve’s head up and those damn eyes are looking up at him again, and the look is so earth shattering that Bucky doesn’t care that he whines out loud. “Lay back, darlin’.” He’s thankful Steve seems in the mood to listen to him, and Bucky feels some sort of relief from the terribly cruel but also delicious teasing of his trapped cock. He almost feels dizzy as he finally gets to get his hands back on Steve, he can finally see the other’s cock straining painfully against the other’s pants. Bucky shifts just enough so get rid of Steve’s pants with ease before settling between the other’s legs. He could easily make a bee-line right for the other’s cock still tucked into his boxers but with the teasing Steve gave Bucky he’s only going to return the favor. Bucky brushes his nose right along the bulge of it and the male below him squirms, slim fingers already easily finding his hair. “Relax, honey. You know I’ll take good care of you.” He can’t help but glance up, a wicked grin on his face. He presses a kiss to the other’s bugle which gets a wonderful choked response from Steve but for the moment, Bucky has other plans. While he won’t be able to show these sorts of things to the annoying fellas that doesn’t mean he doesn’t want to leave his mark. The teeth that Steve seems to enjoy very much find the sensitive meaty flesh of his thighs. The action earns him a moan from above him which only spurs Bucky on further, hickeys bloom easily over Steve’s soft skin. Bucky can’t get enough of the way Steve squirms under him, choked moans and sighs only spur him on further until he’s worried that Steve’s entire inner thighs will be purple. Could it be said that he went too far? Maybe but it doesn’t matter if Steve was thoroughly enjoying himself… which with the noises he was making Bucky doubts Steve’s gonna mind one bit. 

Now comes the part that arguably Bucky was waiting for, a moment that Bucky has had dreams of -- woken up in a sweat and achingly hard in boxers all because the idea of Steve’s cock in his mouth makes him insane. He slides up a bit further up Steve’s slender body so he can rest his elbows on either side of Steve’s hips if need be. He glances up at the other waiting for his permission to finally free him from his last article of clothing. The nod is quick and jerkly, clearly the man is dying for it, and that’s all the encouragement Bucky needs. Large fingers finally free Steve from his boxer pants and Bucky wasn’t sure what he was expecting but it wasn’t exactly this. Steve was much bigger than he expected. “Fuck.” The word slips from his mouth freely, he doesn’t care. “Been hiding this from me..” He can’t help but almost scold his friend, not that he’d have any right to know how big Steve’s cock is but god he’s almost drooling. The head of the other’s cock is almost as red as the other’s face at this point, which only serves to turn Bucky on further. The first long stroke of his hand around the other’s cock earns him a delicious moan that seems to be ripped from Steve’s throat. The other’s eyes fall closed as Bucky gives him a few quick strokes in succession and Bucky rubs a thumb over Steve’s hip. “Gotta open your eyes, Stevie. --- Need you to look at me.” He waits until Steve seems to finally muster up the courage to open his eyes. Bucky doesn’t break eye contact as he lets the head of Steve’s cock push past his lips. Hearing his own name moaned from Steve makes Bucky feel almost high. The sound of it is addictive, and Bucky only ever wants to hear his name said by Steve. Taking his time, the larger male holds the base of Steve’s cock firmly as his mouth pumps slowly over the length of the other. He can tell it’s taking everything in Steve not to buck his hips into his mouth and if that’ isn’t the prettiest sight then he’s not sure what is. He can feel the other struggle as he fights himself, pulling Bucky’s hair harshly, pushing his head down a little further in hopes Bucky will do what he wants. As much as Bucky wishes he could, he still does have to keep in mind that Steve’s got to be able to breath by the end of this. Besides -- Bucky thinks it’s wildly hot to see this man fall apart like this, almost an animal as he ruts into the warmth of the dark haired male’s wet tight mouth. Steve can’t seem to keep quiet, his mouth slack as filthy loud moans fill the man’s bedroom. His eyes nearly roll back in his head as he feels the tip of the other’s cock press against the back of his throat, there’s no gag to be heard because Bucky takes it easily a choked ‘jesus Buck’ is heard above him and never has Bucky thought he was going to come from hearing someone just speak his name but he swears he almost loses it right there, with Steve’s cock down his throat and the male crying out his name. Expect this isn’t where Bucky will let it end. The idea of having Steve come down his throat or all over his face and in his hair is enough for his cock to twitch at the idea -- it’s not what he’s here for. He’s here to show Steve what to do. Steve’s going to have be able to use these skills on… a woman. So instead he pulls off Steve’s cock with a sick pop and a bit of spit and precum smeared on his chin. “You wanna fuck me?” 

The words are filthy and raunchy and Steve almost looks like he’s about to burst at any moment. Bucky sloppily kisses up Steve’s body, only to meet the other in a searing wet kiss. The larger male breaks the kiss in favor of getting up off the bed, he searches through Steve’s bedside drawer for something he knows is there. Vaseline. Bucky knows what it’s used for in this house, to rub on chests to open up airways -- but it can be used for something so much better than that. He knows it will slick him up nicely. Steve’s look is wild as he stares at the object in Bucky’s hand. “It makes it easier for both fellas and ladies.” He tells Steve as he makes quick work of his own pants and boxers while Steve still seems to be reeling from the idea of using such a mundane household object for something a bit filithier. “We can stop now if you want.” Bucky tells him, hoping that Steve knows he’d never be angry with him for such a thing. This is as much his choice as Bucky’s. But those thoughts are put to rest when Steve grabs him by the shoulder and pulls him in for another kiss. It’s dirty and open mouthed, the other still catching his breath as Bucky climbs back on. 

He knows that having Steve on top would be far too much work, the repeated action of thrusting can tire even Bucky out. So he knows he’s going to end up riding Steve which is a thought that is so hot that Bucky feels like the room’s temperature was raised. Bucky straddles Steve, his own cock curved up against his stomach and flushed from lack of attention. He gently takes Steve’s hand his own, dipping both of their fingers into the Vaseline, it’s a bit cold but with the warmth of Steve’s finger he knows it won’t be too bad. “Gonna be gentle with me?” He teases a bit, but the other still nods wholeheartedly. “I trust you.” And it’s true, there isn’t anyone else he’d let do this. Even with others he’s been with, Bucky hasn’t gone this far. He knows what to do, he’s almost done this -- but something always held him back from letting it go the entire way. He wonders if this is it, a hope that one day it would be Steve gently pushing a dripping finger inside of him. The stretch is warm, and Steve’s fingers are stupidly long. “God, Steve.” His forehead comes to rest on Steve’s shoulder as he closes his eyes, steading his own breath as he listens to Steve’s. It’s only one goddamn finger and Bucky’s toes are curling. He’s never been more glad he saved this god damn moment in his life. He pants against the other’s slender shoulder as he gently pumps the digit, and Steve’s taking his time -- as if he’s marveling in the way that Bucky clenches around him when he just barely brushes long that bundle of nerves when he curls his finger. “Fuck --” The word is almost cried out as fire licks up his spine. The next finger is a slow prod in and Bucky’s mind is almost swimming with the pleasure. “Doing so good, Stevie.” He encourages, but he’s starting to struggle to remember what words even are. Another curl of the other’s long fingers has Bucky jerking his hips, his cock brushing deliciously on Steve’s hip. The man below him begins that slow pump and he’s pushing against the spot again and again until Bucky is babbling words against Steve’s shoulder -- mostly Steve’s name if he’s being honest. It’s not until he swears he’s about to come that he’s got to stop the other. “ ‘m ready now.” 

Bucky can feel the sweat dripping down the curve of his back as he feels the first push of Steve’s cock inside of him. He’s got to be careful to hold most of his weight so he doesn’t actually snap any of Steve’s bones -- so he moves slowly. He can feel every single agonizing inch stretch him further and further until he feels like he’s going to fucking burst. Steve’s hands sit on Bucky’s thighs and they tremble so much that Steve is the one to ask Bucky if he’s okay. “Yeah, ‘m more than okay.” The words are laughed and he’s breathless. Never in his wildest dreams did he imagine that this would happen. Bucky filled with Steve, and Steve looking up at him like nothing else in this world matters in this moment. He nearly tells Steve, the words ‘I love you’ settled on the tip of his tongue but they never make their way out. Instead Bucky focuses on setting a slow pace between the two of them. He knows the slow pace right now isn’t just for Steve, but for himself too. This is the first time Bucky’s ever been fucked, or ridden anyone in his life. So the stretch and burn of this is all new for him too -- but he won’t tell Steve that little secret. His head tilts back as he slowly rises up on Steve’s cock only to push himself back down. It’s fucking perfect, the way he’s settled on the other hits him right where he needs it. Slender fingers dig almost painfully into Bucky’s supple thighs but they only encourage him to move, grinding carefully down on the other which pulls a moan from both of them. If this is how he dies, sweaty and overwhelmed then it’s the way he wanted to go. The slow movements are perfectly timed and hard enough for him to nearly see stars anytime he pushes himself down onto the other’s length. 

Bucky swears he might cry when a hand wraps around his neglected cock. Steve closes a fist around his cock, slowly stroking it in time with Bucky’s own thrusts. “Holy -- fuck Steve.” The other’s name earns him a pleasing squeeze which only encourages Bucky to use his name and his name only. The word Steve falls from Bucky’s mouth like prayer, like it’s the only one he knows because right now it’s the only word he does know. This won’t last long and they both know it. Bucky can already feel himself clenching around Steve which only has the other writhing below him, panting. It’s so close, he can feel it like a rubber band pulled tight in his abodemen and he’s just waiting for Steve to pop first. “Tight aren’t I?” He huffs a bit between them. “Feels good having me over you like this, keeping you trapped beneath me -- warm and supple.” He nails claw down over Steve’s chest, leaving slight red marks there. “Ain’t nobody gonna treat you like me.” He doesn’t realize what he’s saying, if he did he’d keep a better lid on it. “Nobody knows you like I do -- there ain’t a soul in this world who’s gonna make you feel like this ever again. Just me..” the words seem to help -- whatever he’s saying it seems to be doing it for Steve. “You like seeing me like this don’t you? Working just for you, wanting nothing but to make you feel good because I’m your boy.” That seems to do it -- ‘I’m your boy’ and Steve Rogers is wrecked. The moan of Bucky’s name is gutted and yelled and that’s all that Bucky himself needs to tumble over the edge. Steve comes inside of him, pulsing and throbbing and Bucky paints Steve’s hand and chest in his own come. His entire body shutters and he’s exhausted -- body run through the ringer from the effort of not crushing Steve. It takes him a second to even be able to find the strength to push up off of Steve. His own legs are trembling so much that poor Steve has to help steady him. He should clean himself up, the both should… and with the way that Steve sounds like he’s struggling to catch his breath he knows he needs to be the one to do it. He can’t help himself, he presses a lazy kiss to the corner of his mouth as he forces himself to get out of bed. His trembling legs make it hard for a moment and he brushes Steve’s panted concern off. “I’ll only be gone for a second.” The stumbled walk to the bathroom isn’t far and he wets a rag to clean himself up with before heading back to clean Steve up as well. With little to no energy left, Bucky tosses the rag on the floor. They’ll get to it tomorrow, right now nothing sounds good expect curling right up next to Steve in his bed. 

Steve welcomes him back with open arms and they settle tangled together. Bucky tucks his face into Steve’s neck as his tired legs find home intertwined with Steve’s. They should talk about this -- them. But that can wait for the morning, right now Bucky is going to squeeze as much time out of this teaching lesson as he can. He raises his head back up, which causes Steve to look over at him. Large fingers reach out to brush damp locks from the other’s forehead. He leans back in to steal a few more kisses and the blonde seems more than happy to oblige. Bucky knows he won’t get a round two, but that doesn’t matter to him -- not even a little bit. He could spend the rest of his life just kissing Steve and he’d be happy. So that’s what he spends the rest of the night doing, just trading lazy and languid kisses from a warm naked Steve. 

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♘ : cuddling in a blanket fort

Bucky had bad days, the days were all consuming -- a once blank and vacant mind, now always swimming and spilling over with thoughts. Nightmares haunted his waking and sleeping hours, the man always looking over his shoulder, whispers and screams rocking him to his very core no matter what’s happening. Some days Bucky could put up with it, he could steel himself and ignore it, make himself feel whole for awhile. But there were others, like today, where even that didn’t work. Sometimes these days were triggered, seeing certain people, hearing certain words, certain actions threw Bucky tumbling down into a hole that he couldn’t often crawl up from for awhile. Sometimes it was just sudden, like a tidal wave crashing on a beach.. eventually the tide will pull away but for now the water drowns him. 

Steve often does one of two things on these days and it’s all dependent on how bad that day is. Some days, Bucky will let Steve help, comfort him with just his presence.. others even seeing Steve triggers him worse. The thought of what he could of done to Steve, what he did do to Steve, haunts him like a ghost rattling chains in his face. So Steve keeps his distance like the good man Steve is and isn’t that just enraging? Steve’s so good, he’s always been good. Bucky swears up and down he doesn’t deserve that kindness -- he’s done things that would curdle even Steve’s blood. Even despite those actions being out of his control, he still sits with the guilt, with the blood on his hands. He drips red, hands shake with the weight of the world that he’s crushed with bare fingers. Yet even with bloodied fingers, and bullet holes in his chest, Steve cradles Bucky like he’s still innocent -- like he still matters. Steve’s done more than enough for him in this lifetime. It could almost make Bucky laugh at how they switched roles, the dark haired male was once the protector. Bucky would challenge anyone who dared even look at Steve Rogers wrong, often came home with bloodied knuckles and an angry word from his mother from all the after school scraps. Now things are different, there are no longer bullies running after Steve Rogers -- but instead it’s Steve Rogers fighting the world for Bucky. The only difference between their role reversal is that Steve has always been innocent.. and he himself isn’t. The sound of the vibranium shield hitting the floor still echos in his mind, the mantel created for Steve abandoned because Bucky is worth more than that in his lover’s eyes. 

Lover. That’s a new fact in all of this, even after everything.. they’ve somehow ended up together. Bucky always tried to hide it when they were kids, it was illegal -- and even in Bucky’s then wild imagination he didn’t think Steve Rogers had ever given him more than half a glance in that sort of way. But come to find out the two of them were doing what they do best, they were being idiots. Both of them had been harboring feelings for one another for all those years -- all these years. It was a damp summer night when it happened, the two of them hidden out in Wakanda for a few years while the princess worked on releasing the triggers from his mind. Steve had been helping Bucky untie the sling that hid the absence of his left arm, their bodies a bit sore from the work the Wakandan farmers had put them through. It’s good work though, something simple but hard to keep Bucky sharp but not too stressed while he undergoes mind altering phases in the mornings. Steve’s fingers were lingering longer than normal, tracing along the scar that settles near his shoulder blade. He knows what Steve thinks he can see it in his eyes -- the other man blames himself. He blames everything that happened to Bucky on himself, all because he didn’t reach out fast enough, far enough. Bucky doesn’t think so, and in the moment he didn’t know how else to comfort his friend. So he let instincts take over, something he hadn’t done around Steve since being reunited because he was scared of them. But in this moment all Bucky had was instincts, he pushed a bit into Steve’s space -- stealing a kiss.

A knock on the doorframe of their shared room startles Bucky back into the moment. Steve stands leaning on the doorframe, a habit he’s always had and it makes his own lips quirk up in a small smile. He knows what Steve is doing, he knows Bucky is having a hard day and is waiting for Bucky’s choice of whether or not he can handle Steve at this moment. With a gentle nod, Bucky gives him approval but Steve doesn’t move. “What, you do something stupid?” He can’t help but ask, wondering if Steve’s about to pull those big sad blue eyes that crush his entire soul. Instead Steve heads to their bed, pulling the duvet off in one fluid motion. With his free hand, the taller man offers his hand out and Bucky watches him curiously for a moment before taking it. The sight of the living coming into his view brings out a surprised laugh from his mouth. As Bucky sat in their bedroom, staring blankly out the window, Steve had been setting up an entire fort out of their couch and other spare blankets. In that moment, Bucky feels whole again, remembers all those nights they’d crawl under ratty cushions and sit up all night whispering softly to one another -- both always covered in bruises and scratches or Steve coughing from some sort of ailment. As he looks over at Steve, he sees that kid again -- the small scrawny one, the one he fell in love with a million times a day, the kid that he’s still in love with after all of this. The kid that built a goddamn fort just for him because he knew he’d made him laugh. 

“Well, what are you waiting for? You gotta throw that last blanket on for it to be complete.” He nudges Steve in the ribs with his elbow, which earns him a quick poke back. The maneuvering into the fort isn’t as easy as it used to be -- Steve’s bigger than Bucky now, which Bucky will always and forever playfully resent and even Bucky is bigger than he used to be. They’re pretty squished together, but that doesn’t matter. What matters here is that it’s warm, and Steve’s legs is tangled with his and Bucky’s got his good arm draped around his middle and Steve’s looking at him with those big blue eyes. Steve’s calloused fingers reach out to brush his hair from his face and Bucky would normally shut his eyes at the soft gesture but he wants to take this all in. He wants to hold this close to his heart, when his best boy did this all just for him. Bucky takes a deep breath in, pushing in close to drag his nose along the edge of Steve’s broad jaw. He presses the occasional gentle kiss to the man’s jaw, he feels the stubble on his lips. The actions earn him a breathy comment from Steve, asking him if he’s going soft which only makes Bucky chuckle warmly against the man’s throat, he can feel the goosebumps rise on his lover’s skin.

“I’ll stop being soft when it stops excitin’ you, Rogers.”  He teases in return, his voice low in their new safe space. In response to his comment, Bucky gets dragged on top of Steve, his long hair now framing both of their faces. “You’re handsy.” He scoffs a bit, but the change in position is not unwelcome, in fact he quite likes it. Bucky makes himself comfortable on top of Steve, legs slotted together, head tucked under the other’s chin. “I dunno how long it’s gonna take for me to get used to the whole you bein’ bigger than me situation.” He earns a warm laugh from the man underneath him, which causes a slow secret smile to appear on his own face. He can’t say that he hates it though, being able to be surrounded by Steve Rogers on all sides? That seems like a pretty damn good plus side to all this. However a cheeky comment makes Bucky laugh louder than he intends, Steve asking him if it would help if he broke the uniform back out. “Your ass in those tights? I think that would make me come around real quick..” A pinch is given to Bucky’s side and the dark haired male nips playfully at Steve’s jaw in retaliation. This is how it should always be.. so maybe Bucky will begin to let the past go if it gets replaced by this future. 

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Stony Edition 

where they get married

I imagine its on some pretty rooftop in Manhattan thanks 

when they get married ( ie what time of day, what month and season etc. )

EVENING WEDDING THANKS, maybe during the fall? 

what traditions they include ( do they get married under a chuppah and crush a glass, garter toss, ‘something borrowed, something blue,’ etc. )

maybe something borrowed? i can’t imagine they follow many traditions 

what their wedding cake looks like

here :)

….who smashes cake into whose face

ST E V E HE’S A MENACE 

who proposed to who first

also steve 

who walks down the aisle and who waits at the altar ( or neither )

i think that steve’s at the alter and tony is walked by rhodey thanks

what their wedding dresses / suits / other look like

both are wearing black tie suits gotta go all out

what their wedding colour scheme is and what sort of decor they have

color scheme i bet its white and gold, both of their simpler colors combined.. the decor i feel is pretty modern but like…. fANCY MODERN, the center pieces costed like 900 dollars each 

what flowers are in the bouquet ( if applicable. bonus: what do the flowers mean? )

there isn’t a bouquet oops

what their vows are ( eg poetry, traditional, improvised etc. )

improvised BECAUSE THAT’S THE ONLY WAY TO GO

if anyone’s late to the wedding

T O N Y S T A R K 

who’s in the bridal parties / groomsmen / other

bucky, thor, clint are in steve’s

nat, bruce, rhodey are in tony’s

what their bridal party / groomsmen / other are wearing

the boys are wearing a simple tux and i feel like nat is wearing a gold dress

who gives speeches at the reception ( bonus: what do they say? recount a sweet memory or two between them? tell an embarrassing story? )

EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THE AVENGERS IS MAKING A SPEECH

thor’s is sweet and so is bruce’s but nat and clint are fucking TELLING TERRIBLE ONES

rhodey has the best B E S T speech

who catches the bouquet( s )

no bouquet

what their wedding photos are like ( are they sweet, with the couple holding hands or kissing or ~gazing into each others eyes~? are they silly, with a snapshot of the ‘cake-smash’ moment? or are they artistic, with one of them facing the sunset or holding their bouquets? )

oh god they’re all fucking siLLY – those two can’t be serious but there are some sweet ones in there but they’re just idiots 

what sort of food they have at the reception

oh im sure so fucking 50 dollar steak and potatoes 

who cries first during the ceremony

steven r o g e r s

how wild their reception gets ( who dances the best, who gets drunk first, etc. )

the reception IS FUCKING WILD GOODBYE 

thor brought asgardian meed rip to everyone 

what their rings are like

both are very simple, steve can’t wear his all the time because missions so he also gets tattooed

but they both have engraved on the inside 

what sort of favours they have ( heart shaped sparklers, mini champagne bottles, personalised candy etc. )

…………………………..stark tech

where they go for their honeymoon

anywhere warm, stevie doesn’t like the cold but HONESTLY its not like they’ll leaving the hotel room that often. so anywhere really

something memorable that happens during the party / ceremony ( do they run out of ice and someone goes to get it in full formal wear on foot, does anyone fall asleep in the middle of the party, etc. )

clint and thor have a drinking contest and clint ends up passed out in the middle of the dance floor for 2 hours before anyone really notices hes there

who officiates the ceremony

happy thANKS 

what song their first dance is to

steve’s SAPPY FAVORITE 40S SONG -- Dream a little Dream of Me by Doris Day

who gives who away as they walk down the aisle

rhodey gIVES TONY AWAY THANK YOU

Bawna Edition 

where they get married

some cute little forest wedding 

when they get married ( ie what time of day, what month and season etc. )

SPRING, a sweet evening spring wedding

what traditions they include ( do they get married under a chuppah and crush a glass, garter toss, ‘something borrowed, something blue,’ etc. )

they’d have ALL the TRADITIONS – they’d do the crush the glass for bucky, garter toss ;), something borrowed and something blue 

what their wedding cake looks like

here :)

….who smashes cake into whose face

bucky B U C K Y 

who proposed to who first

honestly why do i feel like its fawna 

who walks down the aisle and who waits at the altar ( or neither )

bucky waits at the alter and fawna gets walked down by either steve for a friend of hers

what their wedding dresses / suits / other look like

i feel like its a very lowkey wedding, so bucky could get away with just a button down shirt and MAYBE a tie

fawna’s dress is here

what their wedding colour scheme is and what sort of decor they have

i feel like their color scheme would be silver and green and white with maybe a hint of pink because fawna loves pink

i feel like the decor would be very simple, mostly flowers honestly

what flowers are in the bouquet ( if applicable. bonus: what do the flowers mean? )

OOOOH this one here 

roses stand for passion and love, the tulips mean perfect love, Camellias are for affection and baby’s breath is everlasting love

what their vows are ( eg poetry, traditional, improvised etc. )

god fawna’s are probably poetry and bucky’s are improvised 

if anyone’s late to the wedding

tony stark because its tony stark 

who’s in the bridal parties / groomsmen / other

fawna has nat in her bridal party for SURE, and maybe a few of fawna’s friends

bucky has STEVE du h, maybe sam, thor, 

what their bridal party / groomsmen / other are wearing

again the men are wearing simple things, just maybe silver button down shirts

the girls are wearing soft pink dresses 

who gives speeches at the reception ( bonus: what do they say? recount a sweet memory or two between them? tell an embarrassing story? )

ST E V E ‘ S GIVING A SPEECH NO ONE CAN STOP HIM and it’s nothing by sappy and sarcastic 

who catches the bouquet( s )

nat does i’m sure much to her dismay and SHE WASN’T TRYING trying to 

what their wedding photos are like ( are they sweet, with the couple holding hands or kissing or ~gazing into each others eyes~? are they silly, with a snapshot of the ‘cake-smash’ moment? or are they artistic, with one of them facing the sunset or holding their bouquets? )

i think they’re very sweet, but there are done just on phones and such? i dont think they’d go all out with a hUGE real photographer it doesn’t seem like them

what sort of food they have at the reception

something SIMPLE, maybe just a small buffet? 

who cries first during the ceremony

lmao steve 

how wild their reception gets ( who dances the best, who gets drunk first, etc. )

i can’t imagine its TOO WILD, but there are is a nice flow of champagne and roaming hands

what their rings are like

fawna gets a pink diamond im sURE OF IT, and bucky get’s his engraved into the metal 

what sort of favours they have ( heart shaped sparklers, mini champagne bottles, personalised candy etc. )

HEART SHAPED SPARKLERS ARE SO CUTE but also some little “love” potion

where they go for their honeymoon

somewhere warm, maYBE SOMEWHERE LIKE YELLOWSTONE DURING THE SUMMER. it would be woodsy and warm and cute fireflies and nature and not busy so it would be perfect for them both

something memorable that happens during the party / ceremony ( do they run out of ice and someone goes to get it in full formal wear on foot, does anyone fall asleep in the middle of the party, etc. )

they convince bucky to do the garter pull off blind folded but totally put sam in a dress and put on fawna’s garter 

who officiates the ceremony

maybe just a priest? gotta do it the jewish way

what song their first dance is to

They Say It's Wonderful - Frank Sinatra BECAUSE ITS SOFT AND ROMANTIC THANKS

who gives who away as they walk down the aisle

i think a close friend of fawna’s gives her away

Stucky Edition

where they get married

a veterns hall in brooklyn thank you

when they get married ( ie what time of day, what month and season etc. )

a breezy summer afternoon OKAY 

what traditions they include ( do they get married under a chuppah and crush a glass, garter toss, ‘something borrowed, something blue,’ etc. )

CRUSH A GLASS but that’s about it

what their wedding cake looks like

THIS ONE 

….who smashes cake into whose face

are you kidding they both try to do it its a mess

who proposed to who first

not bUCKY

who walks down the aisle and who waits at the altar ( or neither )

i dont think there’s a big walking down the aisle thing that’s not their style

what their wedding dresses / suits / other look like

i feel like its on the relaxed side so not full suit and bowtie but still dressed up in a nice blazer and hair done

what their wedding colour scheme is and what sort of decor they have

BLUE AND SILVER that’s it that’s the colors. and the decor is pretty minimal i think its a very lowkey wedding when it comes to all the decorations neither of them cared

what flowers are in the bouquet ( if applicable. bonus: what do the flowers mean? )

nooooo bouquet 

what their vows are ( eg poetry, traditional, improvised etc. )

IMPROVISED BECAUSE THEY’RE SAPS 

if anyone’s late to the wedding

how many times can i say tony stark?

who’s in the bridal parties / groomsmen / other

thor, clint and tony are steve’s (shhhhhh im making them friends again shut UP)

nat, wanda and sam bucky’s

what their bridal party / groomsmen / other are wearing

blue ties on steve’s side and silver dresses and sliver tie for bucky’s

who gives speeches at the reception ( bonus: what do they say? recount a sweet memory or two between them? tell an embarrassing story? )

tony and sam give the LONGEST MOST SARCASTIC SPEECHES

wanda is the absolutely worst and tells  tHE most embarrassing stories 

nat also tells embarrassing stories but hers is also the fucking softest and sweetest 

who catches the bouquet( s )

nooooo bouquet

what their wedding photos are like ( are they sweet, with the couple holding hands or kissing or ~gazing into each others eyes~? are they silly, with a snapshot of the ‘cake-smash’ moment? or are they artistic, with one of them facing the sunset or holding their bouquets? )

THE SAPPIEST PHOTOS THEY’RE BIG SAPS NOTHING BUT KISSING AND THEM BEING S O F T

what sort of food they have at the reception

gotta have A LOT OF FOOD FOR STEVE AND BUCKY. I imagine since its early evening something light? maybe chicken and veggies they’re simple boys

who cries first during the ceremony

stEVIE

how wild their reception gets ( who dances the best, who gets drunk first, etc. )

asgardian meed means its gets wild, sam is on a table, clint can’t see anymore but its fun

what their rings are like

SIMPLE, just golden bands, they’re much more into wearing each other’s dog tags.. but steve gets a tattooed ring and bucky gets his engraved on his metal finger

what sort of favours they have ( heart shaped sparklers, mini champagne bottles, personalised candy etc. )

ART WORK BY STEVE -- something simple for each mini canvas but its sweet and personal and makes everyone sob 

where they go for their honeymoon

they either just hole up in their apartment for a week and don’t go anywhere OR they go somewhere warm like ITALY IN THE SUMMER and stay in some little seaside house and eat endless pasta and dance until dawn in hole in the wall Italian dance halls 

something memorable that happens during the party / ceremony ( do they run out of ice and someone goes to get it in full formal wear on foot, does anyone fall asleep in the middle of the party, etc. )

SAM DRUNK DANCES ON THE TABLE AND NO ONE CAN GET HIM DOWN and clint loses his shirt somewhere during the evening but no one knows how or where the shirt ends up

who officiates the ceremony

a priest? MAYBE BRUCE WHO KNOWS

what song their first dance is to

You go to my head Billie Holiday because its 40s and ITS S A P P Y

who gives who away as they walk down the aisle

rebecca demands to give bucky away thank you for coming to my ted talk

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[msg:] the love of my life got stuck in a revolving door. || [msg:] have i ever told you you’re sexy when you’re mad? || [msg:] vodka and business meetings do not mix. || [msg:] tell me, do children usually run screaming whenever they see you in the park or was yesterday an off-day for you?

[msg:] the love of my life got stuck in a revolving door.

[text: Buck] This doesn’t seem entirely out of character for Fawna[text: Buck] But love of your life? [text: Buck] Wow Buck didn’t think you to be the sentimental type[text: Buck] You stand there and watch her with that glazed over look again?

[msg:] have i ever told you you’re sexy when you’re mad? 

[text: Punk] Then I’m going to look real fucking sexy when I’m burying you alive Rogers[text: Punk] Can you not be stupid for fifteen minutes?[text: Punk] OR MAYBE WAIT UNTIL I GET THERE?

[msg:] vodka and business meetings do not mix. 

[text: родственная душа] HA [text: родственная душа] Are they really making you debrief after that undercover club mission?[text: родственная душа] I’ll come hold your hair while you throw up on Fury’s shoes

[msg:] tell me, do children usually run screaming whenever they see you in the park or was yesterday an off-day for you?

[text: Glowstick] No that’s the usual[text: Glowstick] I have that don’t fuck with me air about me[text: Glowstick] and that usually terrifies children which okay with me

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“is that the best you can do?”

Steve’s in a mood. He’s restless with no missions for the day. They’re laying low until Peggy Carter gets back in contact with them and they’re sent off to their next location to take out the next Hydra base. The problem with Steve being in this mood is that the man has nearly ten times the energy he used to and Bucky nearly can’t keep up with the man. Bucky used to run circles around Steve and now Steve seems to be using his newfound power to give a little payback. Bucky doesn’t blame the man for doing so but damn does he need to be run like a damn dog sometimes until he passes out until the next morning. While Bucky and Steve are both close to the rest of the commandos the two of them share a bond they can’t replicate. A bond that they didn’t always get to have all the benefits from -- like when they were young boys and they could wrestle on the living room rug until their mothers got angry. They didn’t get that, until now. So while Bucky has his woes about Steve’s new energy levels they’re also a blessing. They get to make up for things they lost before, simple childhood things that most people would take for granted.

The sun is low in the sky, a fire already started for dinner. The blonde throws another punch and Bucky dodges it easily. “Give it a rest, Rogers. ‘m starving.” He moves in to playfully shove Steve but the other is too quick and Bucky stumbles forward nearly falling face-first into the dirt. Bucky glances over his shoulder as he catches himself giving the other a glare. He moves in again, this time managing to get his arms around Steve’s neck. He brings the male down to press his throat against his knee but not actually cutting off airflow. Steve easily gets his hand wedged against Bucky’s abdomen and sends Bucky nearly flying backward. It’s a hard fall on his ass, but there are far worse things that could hurt him out here in the war. So he glowers up at the man. “You’re gonna find the end of my sniper pointed between your eyes.” The words are an empty threat and the other seems to know it by the laughter. Bucky tries again, jumps to his feet to charge at the other man. He’s like a goddamn rock, feet dug into the ground and Bucky’s attempt to take him to the ground is useless. He stays there as if Bucky’s not shoving against him at all. 

“Is that the best you can do?” It is the only retort that Bucky gets back and he shoves a little harder against Steve to no avail. “ ‘s like trying to fight a marble pillar you dick.” Bucky huffs, finally stopping his attempts to get Steve to eat dirt. “You’re just throwin’ it in my face I can’t win anymore.” Bucky teases a bit as he bends over to brush himself off, despite all of his clothing now is covered in dirt and blood. It’s a force of habit. “Can we go eat dinner now?” He gestures towards the campsite before turning on his heel and heading down the path so they can rejoin the other men. However a hand catches at his collar, and Bucky is reaching back to swat it away. “You ain’t gonna just throw me down in the dirt Rogers.” He grips at Steve’s now large hand to pry his hand away from his collar. The now bigger male pulls Bucky back a bit. He uses his bigger form to bring him both a dead halt. Before he can get some snarky remark out, Steve is using that big broad form to push into his space until Bucky’s back hits a tree. Bucky used to do that to Steve when he was trying to get Steve to keep from swinging on someone or when he was feeling a little playful. He’d loom over Steve and just mess around with him, tease him like friends do. However this looming felt different. Bucky’s stomach flips with excitement.

They’d been playing this game for awhile a cat and mouse game. They had played it a bit when they were younger but it never got this far. He guessed because there were too many people around to witness but now they’re in a dark woods with no witnesses and Steve’s got the power of a hundred men flowing through his veins. There were no threats to them anymore. It was just the two of them and a war that looked like they were going to win. Bucky’s breath catches in his throat and he swears the look on Steve’s face makes it seem like he was able to hear that fact. “You need somethin’, Stevie?” The words a lot more soft-spoken than even he expects them to be but with their closeness it seems fitting. It would be so easy to be with Steve, to shatter this fragile thing they have because they’ve been connected on a level that no one understands since they were children. They’ve got a bond that they can’t replicate with anyone else. Bucky is so utterly devoted to this man that he knows nothing will take that way from him. Even if Steve falls in love with someone else even if he learns to love someone else that won’t stop Bucky from loving him endlessly. Though Bucky is selfish. He doesn’t want Steve to learn to love anyone else, he wants to keep him to himself. He wants Steve to be his and to be Steve’s. He wants his hands to be the only hands that learn the shape of Steve’s body, both before the serum and after it. 

The temptation is there, to lean in and press up into Steve and press his lips firmly against the other’s. He wonders if they taste of blood and honey like Bucky imagines them to. Bucky can vaguely hear the two of them being called in for chow time but neither of them makes a move to head back towards camp. It’s like they’re trapped here in this moment. It’s then that his mind decides to remind him that this is war. There is a chance that they won’t make it out of this. Bucky doesn’t want to die not knowing what it’s like to kiss Steve Rogers. “Fuck, Steve...” He can’t help but whisper before reaching up and grabbing Steve by the back of his neck to bring him down into a kiss. It isn’t gentle but Bucky doesn’t want it to be. This isn’t the time to be gentle, they may never have the time to be gentle again. But it’s better than anything Bucky could have hoped for. Steve’s mouth is warm and it tastes of coppery blood like Bucky expected it too. His lips are pliant and eager to move against Bucky’s, learning quickly. The other man’s large hands burn like a fire and Bucky’s skin is the wood. He feels like he’s being set aflame, burning so bright that the cosmos might see it. Bucky’s other hand scrambles to dig his nails into Steve’s now supple shoulder as if Steve is the only thing grounding him to this very earth. Kissing someone has never been like this, like breathing for the first time in his life -- like finally seeing for the first time. Bucky’s teeth catch Steve’s plush bottom lip, giving it a bit of a tug before their mouths clash again. It’s all tongue and teeth, it’s full of years of pining and wishing finally pouring out like a facet. 

Steve’s hands feel like they’re almost brushing his hips and Bucky has never enjoyed a sensation more than this -- well maybe it’s the sensation of Steve’s mouth against his own. Or -- god no it’s this -- Steve’s big broad body pressing into him so firmly that he’s trapped against his tree trunk. The hand that once was resting on Steve’s shoulder dips around his waist and finds it’s way to the small of Steve’s back. Bucky’s fingers curl against the fabric there before his fingers claw down to the curve of the other’s ass. His fingers dip into the supple flesh there and the motion earns him a groan and a harsh bite on his own bottom lip. There’s another call of their names, this time it’s closer. They both know they’re going to be had. Neither of them knows how the others will react to their affection -- they have to be a perfect team and if the other commandos have a bad reaction their team is done. So they’re forced to pull away from each other. Steve looks utterly debouched and Bucky feels like he looks the same. He can’t help but let out a breathless laugh as Steve’s forehead comes down to rest again his shoulder. He feels the rumble of Steve’s laugh nearly vibrate his entire chest. “And here I thought you were a gentleman. You haven’t even taken me out to dinner yet.” 

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“ i know we’ve been together for a long time but, do you still like-like me? ”

The morning sun is warm, the blinds are opened and the sunlight is filtering into their shared bedroom. It’s a spacious loft in Brooklyn since Steve had returned to his pre-serum body the hustle and bustle of the compound was a little too much for the both of them. They needed a bit of space from the team and time to relearn each other in the privacy of their own home, where visitors can’t just drop by at a moment’s notice. Their loft is spacious and tends to their needs perfectly, plenty of room and of sun. It stays warm almost year-round, it’s all either of them could really ask for. 

Bucky stretches slightly, his body practically draped on top of Steve’s smaller form. Given his smaller stature and the return of his ailments, Steve is no longer waking with the sun. That only spells good news for Bucky, he no longer has to wake up alone in the morning while Steve is still working out; he gets to wake up with his face buried in Steve’s shoulder and the sound of his breathing. This morning is no different, except maybe for the fact that Steve is already awake. He feels the smaller males fingers brushing through his hair and Bucky presses a lazy kiss to his shoulder in response. “Did ya get cold last night?” He asks, fingers pushing up the hem of his own shirt that Steve is wearing. Warm fingers brush idly against the other’s abdomen as he lays contently in the morning sun. Steve continues his idle movements of his fingers and it’s very clear to Bucky that his teasing went unheard. So Bucky props up on his elbow so he can look down on his boyfriend. “You’re thinkin’ too loud. What’s going on up there?” His flesh hand travels further up Steve’s slender side.

“I know we’ve been together for a long time but, do you still like-like me?” Bucky furrows his eyebrows at the question, a bit shocked that Steve’s even asking such a question. “I sorta love you, does that answer your question?” Though it doesn’t seem to do the trick. Bucky just earns a groan in response and he can’t help but quirk an eyebrow at the man below him. Though realization begins to dawn on him. “Are you talking about the fella that hit on me yesterday?” He hadn’t realized that situation had bothered Steve that much. The guy was big and broad like Steve had been before, but he was a bit of a dick. So Bucky had brushed the man off easily and had really forgotten about the interaction until now. “You don’t really think I’d want a guy like that, just because he’s got big biceps.” When the other male looks away, Bucky shifts. He straddles the smaller male and places his hands on each side of Steve’s head. “Look at me.” When he doesn’t get what he wants, his metal flesh hands moves to gently grab Steve’s chin so he has to look at him.

“I don’t need a fella to have big biceps to find him attractive.” His messy hair falls around his face, almost creating curtains around them. “Do ya know how mad at you I was when you came and saved me from that Hydra base all those years ago? -- It wasn’t just because you were an idiot, it was because you’d gotten so big. I fell in love with you like this, every little inch and crevis I had memorized and perfected to memory.” He dips down to run his tongue along Steve’s collarbone. “Like the harsh hollows of your collarbone, the cut of your hipbones, the freckles along your skin --- god Stevie, I think that was the thing I was most upset about. Every single one of your freckles were gone.” He picks his knee up and wedges it between Steve’s legs so that he can dip down further, mouth biting and sucking on the other’s tender skin. When the collar of the shirt doesn’t dip down low enough for Bucky’s liking he sits up a bit and while he could easily have Steve discard it he wants the other male to stay where he is. So instead, he rips the shirt apart with ease. His hands are greedy as they travel down the other’s slender form. “ ‘n those wicked eyes of yours, nothing can beat ‘em. You know just how to use them too. Damn things get you outta so much trouble and bring me right to my knees.” His fingers hook easily in the waistband of Steve’s boxers and once again he has no time to wait. He rips them off as well, tossing the shreds of them aside. He ignores Steve’s protests to catch his lips in a forceful kiss. 

As he breaks for a breath, Bucky trails his nose along Steve’s jaw. “I love you for more than just your body too -- that fucking fighting spirit gets me going too.” Bucky feels greedy, doing anything to prove to Steve he’s still the man that Bucky has fallen in love with. Two metal fingers push into Steve’s slick mouth, he intends for the other male to coat them until they’re dripping with his spit. The filthiness of it makes Bucky’s entire body shiver, he watches with lust blown eyes nearly panting at just the sight of his boyfriend sucking on his cold fingers. “Fuck Stevie... you got a fucking soft heart too. You carry the goddamn world on your shoulders and act like it ain’t nothing.” He breaths as he slowly pulls his fingers from Steve’s mouth. “I’m in love with every fucking inch of you, inside and out. So yeah you can say I still like-like you.” Bucky gently presses one of his cold metal fingers inside of Steve, earning him a pretty noise. 

It doesn’t take too much longer of slow stretching before Bucky is slowly pushing inside of Steve. He sets a slow pace, the drag of his hips slow but firm as he catches the other’s panting mouth in a lazy kiss. As Steve’s arms wrap around him, he can feel the smaller male’s nails dig harshly into his back. When even Bucky feels like he can’t breathe, he pulls away from the sloppy kiss. As the drag of his hips begins to speed up, he can’t help but watch the male below him. The flush on Steve’s cheeks is fucking delicious and Bucky can’t believe he gets to see the other like this: falling apart, cries of pleasure falling from his lips. “-- So fucking pretty like this, Stevie.” He growls as he delivers a particularly rough thrust. Flesh hand reaches between their grinding bodies to wrap around Steve’s neglected cock. He can tell that Steve’s getting close, the way he squirms beneath him as Bucky strokes him in time with his erratic thrusts. “C’mon, doll.” The words are grunted as Bucky himself begins to falter near the edge. Steve’s just so tight and so fucking warm and the way he’s nearly grinding down on his cock practically begging for more is making Bucky lose it. The last few thrusts are rough, and has Steve finally tips over the edge so does Bucky. 

Bucky’s forehead comes down to rest on Steve’s shoulder as he slowly rocks his hips inside of him, helping them both through their orgasm. The nails that were once digging harshly into his skin are now carefully rubbing up and down his back and he laughs a bit breathlessly against the other’s sticky skin. “Did I get my point across?”