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There is nothing else but Bucky, he doesn’t register the sounds he’s making or the heat rising to his cheeks. He only knows this, pleasure and warmth, this safe embrace that has him higher than ever. Bucky’s hands grip his hips and coax him into a slow rhythm, a steady roll of his hips against the brunette’s, keeping them locked together. It’s intoxicating.
“That’s it baby,” Bucky purrs, looking at Steve’s face. His face is the definition of bliss, baby blue eyes glazed over and cherry, red lips parted. God, he’s beautiful, Bucky thinks he’s the luckiest man in the world, to have him like this, sitting on his lap, making those sweet noises and no one else gets to see or hear this.
This is just for Bucky.
“Buck,” Steve whimpers, head ducking to fall on Bucky’s shoulder, “please, Bucky.”
“Please, what? Darlin’, use your words for me, can’t give you anythin’ if you don’t tell me baby,” Bucky murmurs softly in Steve’s ear, “c’mon be a good boy and tell me what you want.”
Steve shudders and whines, rocking back on the cock that’s buried in his ass and against the well defined abs of Bucky’s stomach, trying to find that sweet release. He needs it, needs it more than anything.
“Want you to fuck me,” Steve groans, rolling his hips back and forth, trying to get Bucky to respond, to thrust back up into him, “please, please, I need it.”
Bucky growls, his baby is so sweet when he gets like this, begging for more. They’ve been at this for a while, Steve’s been played with thoroughly, opened up with Bucky’s tongue and fingers. But Steve hasn’t been able to let go, he’s not been able to come, not once. Otherwise, this all stops. And Steve wants to be a good boy for Bucky. He always is.
“Good boy,” Bucky says, his tone is deep and rough, making Steve shiver in his arms, “I love seein’ you like this, on my lap. Your tits bouncin’ every time you fuck yourself on my cock, love it, sweetheart. Got the prettiest pair of tits I’ve ever seen, I could suck them all day and make ya come from just that, couldn’t I baby?”
“Oh,” Steve whimpers, hands seeking purchase and finding Bucky’s arms to latch onto as Bucky began lifting his hips in time with Steve’s, thrusting up into him.
“Feelin’ good, baby doll?” Bucky growls, gripping Steve’s hips tightly in his hands, “feel so fuckin’ tight doll, so warm, so perfect, made for me doll. You were made for me, I swear.”
“Yes, yes, yes!” Steve cries, head tipping back as Bucky’s thrusts grew harder, driving up into him so that Steve didn’t have to work his hips much to get Bucky where he needed him.
“You’re mine, aren’t you darlin’?” Bucky grunts, watching Steve’s face, the way his brow was furrowed, mouth open, cheeks red, uttering the loudest, sweetest noises Bucky’s ever heard.
“Yes, Buck,” Steve moans, panting up at the ceiling, arching his chest for Bucky’s mouth to claim and that he did, suckling on one of Steve’s nipples.
“Louder,” Bucky demands, kissing up Steve’s chest and neck, nibbling as he did so, “louder, let the whole damn world know who’s makin’ you feel this good.”
Steve jerks in Bucky’s arms, moaning wantonly when Bucky starts to thrust up into him faster and harder, each roll of his hips allowing him to nail Steve’s prostate fluidly, “you, you, Buck, I’m yours, yours, always, oh, oh!”
Before Steve knows what’s happening, he’s on his back, legs hitched around Bucky’s hips and he’s being pounded into.
“Oh,” Steve gasps, arching his back, hands fisting in the bed sheets either side of him, “yes, oh Buck, harder, harder.”
Bucky braces himself on his hands, metal and flesh, rocking into Steve so hard that the bed hits the wall, “c’mon baby, c’mon, wanna hear you scream.”
Steve’s eyes roll into the back of his head at that, especially when the flesh hand wraps around his throat gently, reminding him who he’s with, “Bucky.”
“There’s a good boy,” Bucky grunts, mouthing Steve’s jaw, hitting Steve’s sweet spot with well timed thrusts, both of them tittering on the edge, “let go, baby. Let go.”
Steve’s done for.
He arches underneath Bucky and lets out a strangled scream, coming between them. It seems to last forever, Steve’s chest is heaving by the end of it and his eyes are now open and have gone glassy. He’s floating, whimpering when he clenches around Bucky’s cock, silently begging for Bucky to come. Bucky rocks into him once, twice and then he’s spilling into the warm heat of Steve’s body and growls at the sight of Steve, completely and totally strung out, blissfully soaring, because of him.
“Fuck,” Bucky groans when he’s regained some of his wits and leans down, peppering Steve’s face with kisses, trailing his lips down to gently brush over the love bites on Steve’s neck and chest.
Steve mewls and meekly makes to grab Bucky’s hand, “Buck…”
“It’s okay, Stevie,” Bucky says, kissing Steve’s lips, “I’m here baby, I gotcha, sweetheart.”
Steve looks up at him and smiles, a little hazy, “I love you.”
“I love you too, baby doll,” Bucky whispers, kissing Steve’s cheeks. Steve moans sweetly, gripping Bucky’s arms and kisses him back with all the energy he has left in him. Bucky keeps kissing him until Steve’s ready and comfortable enough for Bucky to pull out. Then, Bucky lies down next to Steve and pulls him into his arms, covering them up with covers. They’ll shower in a bit and take of the bed sheets and covers, to replace them with new ones, but for now, Bucky just wants to hold Steve.
So he does.
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The sunlight is streaming in through the window and woke Bucky up first. He silently rises on his right elbow to look at the perfect angel lying next to him. Steve is still in a deep slumber with his blond hair glowing like a halo in the soft light. His chest moves in a steady rhythm and some colour dusts his cheeks. Bucky looks at him awe and wonder, trying figure out if this is real or a dream – they’ve been together for a while now in this new century and Bucky feels so damn lucky to be with Steve, to have his best friend and soul mate. It really is a dream to finally be together and not have to hide, in fear of the police or the army or worry about Steve’s failing health.
He gently reaches out with the back of his fingers, stroking lightly along Steve’s cheek. The brunette’s gaze travels down, taking note of the evidence from their lovemaking last night. A trail of love bites and some finger shaped bruises mark Steve’s fair skin.
Steve frowns and he scrunches his nose, letting out a small mewl at the loss of body heat behind him. He turns and starts reaching out, clawing the blankets in search of the missing person. Bucky leans down and wraps his arms around his sweetheart, nuzzling into his neck and presses soft kisses into the tender skin.
“Shh, shh doll... I'm here, I've gotch'ya,” Bucky murmurs.
Steve calms down and melts into the embrace as his long lashes flutter and reveals his soft baby blue eyes.
“G’mornin’ Buck,” Steve whispers softly and nuzzles at Bucky’s stubble jaw, still a little sleepy. Seeing Bucky in the morning light is always Steve’s favourite sight ever since he could remember. He loves that he can have this everyday from now on; they’ve finally made it to the future together.
“Mornin’ baby doll. How're you feeling? Still sore?” Bucky replies, smirking smugly and gives Steve a teasing kiss at the tip of his nose.
Steve flushes pink from the tips of his ears and continues down his ample curvy pecs. His eyes sparkle with mischief but turn soft with adoration.
Smiling shyly, he replies, “a little bit, but it's a good sore…maybe you can kiss it better?”
“With pleasure baby doll…don't ever worry to ask for more kisses...I would kiss and touch you all the time if I could. Never let you out of my arms and cover you with my marks, remindin’ you of me all over...,” Bucky purrs in Steve’s ear in a deeper and gravelly tone.
The blond beauty moans and stretches, shifting underneath Bucky to be claimed all over again.
“Bucky, c’mon please,” Steve whimpers softly, aching for Bucky’s warm touch, like it could burn into his skin like a brand.
“So sweet for me baby, God, you drive me crazy the way you open up for me… Show me Stevie, show me how much you like it,” Bucky whispers into his skin, as he starts kissing down his neck. He rubs his stubbly cheek against the soft skin, turning it red and hot.
“Hmm, B-Buck,” Steve moans, sliding his arms under Bucky’s, holding onto his shoulders to pull him closer.
Bucky's hands gently stroke along Steve’s body, like playing an instrument, his metal hand slides down to Steve’s hip, rubbing tender circles into the v-crease, while his right hand climbs up the blond’s ribs and cups one full pec. Steve sighs into the touches, arching his back and pushing against the warm hands holding him.
“Mmn Stevie-doll, you make the sweetest sounds… You’re so good baby, love you so much Stevie,” Bucky breathes out as he kisses at where Steve’s heart lays, teasingly nipping at the skin there.
Steve whimpers at that, his body running hot with love and lust, wanting Bucky to take his body again and he tries to pull Bucky in with his legs, “love you too Bucky…c’mon please, stop teasin’.”
“Shh, shh, Stevie… I love that you want more but you need to rest,” Bucky says and pecks gently at the love bites on Steve’s cleavage.
He whines at that, biting his lower lip and giving Bucky the saddest puppy eyes he can muster, glassy with possible tears. Bucky dares any man or woman to not give the world to this man when Steve uses this face, but the need to care for Steve is stronger than his growing arousal.
The brunette shakes his head, keeping a firm grip on the blond and grins apologetically, “no, that’s not gonna work this time baby. You need time to recover.”
But in a matter of seconds, Bucky’s soft features change, giving Steve the sultriest gaze as if to eat Steve whole. His voice is husky, just nearing that of a growl, “be good for me sweetheart… Be a good boy today and I’ll give you what you want and so much more tonight, alright Stevie?”
Steve’s eyes widen and his pupils swallow his blue irises, nodding quickly in response, “I-I promise Buck, I’ll be good…”
“Good baby doll, that’s so good,” Bucky says, with a glint in his eyes and he continues to kiss Steve’s flushed body.
Steve melts into the mattress, loving the endless attention Bucky gives to him, turning to putty as the kissing trail ends at the insides of his thighs and his round bottom. It’s such a small space that Bucky’s stubbly cheeks press and rub against Steve’s sensitive skin and turn it red. After a few more soft and lazy kisses on the lips, the super soldiers begrudgingly get out of bed and get ready for the day.
Throughout the day, Steve’s clothes brush or rub against the love bites and stubble burns marking his skin. When feeling the possessive marks tingling on his skin, Steve keeps smiling, a little dopey and light headed, at the reminder and promise. During lunch, Bucky sees this from across the kitchen and gives Steve a dirty smirk, planning for the night’s activities.