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The lube was on the side table, and it kept wobbling with every bump.
“Someone fucking grab it.” Bucky grunts, hands occupied on Steve’s hips. “Before it spills.”
“Can’t.” Steve quips in between breaths. He’s panting, his arms wrapped around Peggy’s legs, his face buried between them.
“Women’s work.” Peggy murmurs as she reaches blindly for the side of the table and pushes it forcefully so that it can’t be bumped by the bed. Now that the distraction has been eliminated, she’s able to finally relax into the feeling of Steve’s tongue working her over, of his hands touching her. She feels divine. But she also feels Steve laugh into her pussy. It’s not a bad feeling, but it’s a new one.
“What?” She asks and Steve looks up at her. His chin is wet.
“Women’s work.” He repeats to her and she rolls her eyes. She wasn’t the one who needed the lube, but she was the one who got it for them, and it wasn’t exactly a casual visit to the medical tent to get it.
“I can go get the harness...” Peggy threatens idly as Steve returns to the task at hand. His body is a whirlwind of sensations, with Bucky behind him and Peggy in front of him. At every point where skin touches the tension in his body evaporates. Steve feels the most relaxed he’s been in years.
“Not today.” Bucky pipes up, adoring the view of Peggy’s tits bouncing with every thrust of him into Steve. When he’s done with Steve, maybe...
“Steve, can you do me a favour?”
Steve grunts, face still buried in Peggy’s folds. She enjoys the vibrations of it, of the feeling of being pinned down and made to come undone. She enjoys watching Steve getting fucked just as much as she enjoys fucking him.
“Play with her nipples.” It’s a request Bucky wouldn’t have made when they started this arrangement. In fact, he’s surprised he vocalized it at all. But for as much as he preferred men over women, he liked a good pair of tits, and he liked them on Peggy especially.
“Steve, ignore that.” She says, loathe to let him loosen his grip on her thighs just yet. Instead, Peggy lazily takes a hand from Steve’s head and trails it up her body before giving her own nipple a little pinch. It feels so dirty and so good. “Like this, Buck?”
“Oh god, yes.” Their own private peepshow, Bucky decides, and he loves watching her and feeling him simultaneously. He thrusts, adjusting his angle and Steve moans into Peggy.
Peggy thinks Bucky was right, she needed to touch the rest of herself, and now the tightness in her core is building faster knowing that she’s being watched in earnest. Perhaps she’d have to let Bucky fuck her and Steve could watch for a change. They wouldn’t know if they liked it until they had at least tried it.
“Buck, I’m so close.” The friction of Steve’s erection against the sheets and the feeling of Bucky filling him, hitting just the right spot, that alone was usually enough. But to have Peggy there was the tipping point into a pleasure that transcended what he had thought possible. And both of these willing participants seemed passionate about wringing every last piece of pleasure from him, taking and taking until Steve was a tired wet mess.
He loved it.
“Not on the sheets.” Peggy warns as she pushes Steve’s hands off her and slides in between his arms. He’s above her now, and his hard cock rubbing against her folds at the rhythm Bucky set. She moans at the contact and Steve catches her mouth, kissing her. He tastes like her.
“Oh fuck--” She mewls as Steve’s cock glides over her clit, pushing her past the precipice, letting waves of pleasure radiate up through her. It’s a catalyst for Steve, who spills on her with every thrust, letting out a louder groan. Bucky cums last, a product of watching the two in front of him succumb and the way Steve tightens around him, demanding release. He fills Steve, grunting as his cock pulses until he is spent, and collapses on top of the two, pressing his chest against Steve’s back.
“Why not on the sheets?” Bucky teases, looping his arms around Steve’s torso and as much of Peggy as he can reach.
“I just did the laundry.” Peggy scoots out from underneath the two bigger men before she’s crushed by their antics, resuming her position at the head of the bed. Once she moves up, Bucky moves, holding Steve tight and rolling him over. Steve lets Bucky move him as the pleasure renders him boneless, and as he lays there, he realizes he’s got an excellent view of both Buck and Peggy. His two most favourite people on this earth, naked and full of pleasure he helped to provide. It’s a dazzling feeling.
“You’re gonna have to do them again anyways.” Bucky says, propping himself up on his elbows so he can look at Peggy, who’s resting against the headboard. He’s tempted to see what she and Steve taste like at the same time.
“May I?” It’s perhaps the first time Steve’s ever seen Bucky so polite, and Peggy complies, spreading her legs wide enough for Bucky to crawl his way in between them. He hesitates at first, knowing that Peggy is spent and that Steve is watching, and well, he wasn’t so keen for using his mouth on women like that. But this is Peggy, not some random gal, and Bucky doesn’t back down. He cleans Peggy, tasting the salt and the sweet and the sweat that all three of them produced. Steve isn’t sure what he’s witnessing, but he’s certainly feeling something new stirring within him. And as Bucky licks his lips, he leans over to kiss Steve. Peggy watches him work and knows that if she hadn’t been wiped from their activities, this would have started them all anew.
“Women’s work.” Steve murmurs when they break apart, and then he flops back on the mattress, utterly exhausted.
//
In the drawer or the side table was a pack of cigarettes, still in the cardboard box that Bucky had bought them in. There was also a little lighter, one that Peggy always made sure had fluid in it. She leans over and yanks the wobbly drawer open, takes out the cigarettes, and removes one for herself and one for Bucky. She lights her own before holding the flame between them, over Steve’s naked body.
“Are you sure you don’t want one?” Peggy asks him as Bucky takes in a long pull and exhales it away from the bed.
“Can I try it?” Steve says, knowing that now that he doesn’t have asthma anymore this was something he could actually experiment with. Both Peggy and Bucky offer their lit cigarettes immediately. Steve, ever the smartass, takes a puff of each one. The taste is sour, and he coughs with the smoke. Bucky immediately panics before remembering that Steve doesn’t have asthma anymore, and that he can cough without rupturing a lung now.
“More for us.” Bucky shrugs when it becomes clear Steve won’t be picking up a smoking habit any time soon.
They are sitting up, backs against the headboard, but a full-sized bed was never meant to fit three people and so they are squished together, skin pressing on skin. The blanket is pulled over all three of their laps, stretched tightly. Peggy had the foresight to tuck some of the fabric underneath her so that Bucky couldn’t steal it in the middle of the night, as he was so fond to do. Bucky had the exact same thought, and was ready to blame Peggy for the missing blanket in the morning.
Steve was content in between them, adoring how Peggy’s hand idly rested on his thigh, and how Buck leaned towards him.
“So do we want to talk about it?” Peggy asks after a few more moments of silence. The room is positively smoky; someone would need to be brave and go open the window to air it out. It was not about to be her.
“Talk about what?” Steve asks.
Bucky knows, though, and can feel his cheeks turning pink. When this had started, he had told them both he was more interested in Steve than in Peggy, but that seemed to be changing with every time they met up to do this. “I don’t know what came over me, but if you liked it...” He says, leaning forward so he can see past Steve’s chest and right to Peggy. She smirks.
“I think we know what came over you.” She says with a grin, before taking a draw of her cigarette. “But I don’t mind if Steve doesn’t mind.”
“I absolutely don’t mind.” Steve says, so fast he doesn’t realize he’s speaking right away. He didn’t like the idea of sharing Peggy in general, but sharing her with Bucky was natural, like breathing. And to know that they were willing to come together to give him pleasure, well, Steve knew he was an exceptionally lucky man.
“Well, that settles it.” Bucky grunts. “But I’m not fucking you, no offense Peggy.”
That idle fantasy vanishes for her and is immediately replaced with one far more familiar. “None taken. Can I use the harness on you?”
Steve’s eyebrows raise and she laughs a bit, adoring how eager he was whenever Peggy brought out the dildo.
“I’d give it a go, yeah.” Bucky says after a long pull of his cigarette. There was nothing to be lost on trying it out. Steve is already imagining what it would be like to watch Peggy undo Bucky, and how he would like to help.
Bucky was good looking in a dirty kind of way, Peggy had determined, and frankly what he had done today was exceptionally erotic. Perhaps one day her fondness for him would turn into love if he allowed it.
“So next time?” Steve grins, eager and ready.