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Steve climbed Bucky’s fire escape, his cheeks pink from the chilly night air. He was certain Bucky would reprimand him for it, the same way he did whenever he physically exerted himself. He had seen one too many of Steve’s asthma attacks.
Usually it was Bucky climbing his fire escape, especially when it was late and he didn’t want to wake Sarah.
She didn’t like leaving Steve home alone when she worked night shifts. Not that he wanted to be, when he could spend time with his best pal instead. Sarah had been offered a last minute shift, so Steve told her to take it and promised he would go stay at Bucky’s.
Bucky and Steve had always been close. Their Ma’s would say they were ‘attached at the hip’ because everyone around them knew that where you found one, you’d find the other.
They had little in the way of boundaries, affection came easily between them and was as natural as breathing. It had never developed beyond that, but that wasn’t to say they didn’t want it to.
Steve peered into Bucky’s window and found it was dark inside. He tried to be quiet as he climbed in and closed it behind him, rain sprinkling outside.
Only, when his eyes adjusted to the dark, it wasn’t the cold that made Steve lose his breath. It was Bucky.
He was laying in bed, a sheet pooled low around his waist. Steve couldn’t help tracking the way Bucky’s muscles rippled as he shifted, roused by his presence. They had seen each other naked before, innocently enough. This was different.
Bucky’s hair was mussed up from sleep and he looked gorgeous. Steve felt guilty for staring and yet he found it impossible to look away. When his gaze dragged down his torso and dipped lower he could see that he was hard under the sheet, obviously not wearing underwear. Steve’s face was on fire, he considered sneaking back out the window but then...
“Mmm, I was havin’ the best dream.” Bucky’s voice was rough from not being used. Steve had to hold in a shiver.
He was grinning lazily, crooked and cheeky as hell. It was unbelievably endearing and made worse by the easy confidence he radiated. Bucky wasn’t embarrassed at being caught aroused, if anything he seemed smug.
Steve thought he had every right to be, it was no secret that he wasn’t lacking in that particular area or any that he was aware of. He’d heard rumours about Bucky’s talents and his friend often told him of his exploits, with both dames and fellas.
Steve raised an eyebrow fondly as he glanced down at the sheet and teased, “Yeah I can see that, Buck.”
Bucky followed his gaze and snorted softly, muttering something under his breath about his dream being interrupted. He didn’t actually mind though, his tone was fond. He knew Steve’s Ma must’ve picked up a shift and he was glad whenever he came over.
“Sorry, doll, lemme—” Bucky reached over the side of the bed for his underwear and tugged them on. He gave Steve some room to join him.
Meanwhile, Steve was still recovering from being called doll. Bucky didn’t even seem to realise what he’d said, he just flashed him a grin before laying back down. It reminded Steve of how Bucky spoke to dates, which made his stomach flutter.
Unlike Steve, Bucky never had any problems getting them.
Bucky tried to set him up on double dates, except they only made Steve feel worse about himself. He hated watching Bucky flirt and dance with dames, seeing the look on his own date's face when they realise he’s their date, knowing he’d ruin both their night and Bucky’s.
That’s how Steve saw it at least, because Bucky would then blow off the girl he was with to spend time with him instead. He would reassure him too, telling Steve that his date was missing out and Bucky didn’t want to be around anyone who didn’t appreciate his best pal.
Those dates always confused the hell out of Bucky. Why wouldn’t someone want to be with Steve? He was well aware of how lucky he was to have him in his life, and the idea that anyone would feel differently was unimaginable.
Bucky also understood Steve on a deeper level, because he felt safe and comfortable to disclose that he was trans. More than that, Steve wanted to share that part of himself with Bucky. (The same could be said in regard to their sexualities).
When they moved there, Sarah introduced Steve as her son and they never looked back. She loved and accepted Steve for who he was, and wanted to ensure he had a fresh start.
Bucky was Steve’s first new friend and when he told him, Bucky was hardly phased. To him it was simple: Steve was his best friend and a boy. He’d also respected his privacy and hadn’t shared that information with anyone else.
Bucky felt for him though, because it wasn’t that simple for Steve. He had to hide a big part of himself for fear of the repercussions and it surely took a toll. Not to mention, he couldn’t explore his desires the way Bucky had been able to—not that Bucky realised it didn’t bother Steve much, because those desires were aimed at the guy grinning at him.
Steve smiled back and got comfortable for bed, stripping down to his shirt and briefs. Thankfully, his chest was naturally flat and he didn’t have to bind. For his own comfort he usually layered up, unless he was with Bucky.
He laid down on the free spot on the bed and propped his head up on his hand, facing his friend. Bucky brought the sheet over him with a sweet expression that turned Steve’s heart to mush.
They’d had sleepovers since they were children and never questioned sharing a bed. It was comfortable and nice, they even snuggled close when it was cold.
Steve thought he might regret it—he always had mixed feelings hearing about Bucky’s exploits—and yet his curiosity won out. “What were you dreamin’ about?”
Bucky’s cock twitched absently, thinking back to it. He wet his bottom lip and pushed a hand through his hair, chuckling lightly. Steve thought he almost seemed… embarrassed. But he disregarded it, because Bucky was never shy about fooling around.
“I uh—I was showin’ someone a good time.” Bucky started with a coy smirk, considering his wording carefully because it was Steve in his dream. When Steve didn’t seem satisfied, wanting to know more, Bucky clarified, “Eatin’ pussy, Stevie.”
‘Stevie’ was the nickname Bucky gave him when they first became friends, while Steve called him ‘Buck’. They were understandably possessive and smitten over these nicknames, unimpressed when others attempted to use them.
Hearing Bucky’s words along with his name made Steve’s stomach clench. He breathed out, “Oh.”
It was unusual for Steve to follow up Bucky’s stories with questions, but this was a dream. While he was still a little jealous of whoever was in it with Bucky, he figured it wouldn’t be painful to hear about. Besides, he was the one in Bucky’s bed—not them.
He flushed darker at his own self-satisfied musing and Bucky cocked an eyebrow inquisitively. He could tell something was going on in that pretty head but he didn’t rush Steve.
Steve assumed it occurred with a dame and lowered his voice even more, as if he was asking about a state secret, “So, dames… they like that.”
Bucky’s tone was gentle and amused, “Yeah, pal. They love it.” Once he registered the almost giddy curiosity hidden in Steve’s tone, he added, “But that doesn’t matter, ‘cause you’re not a dame ‘n everyone’s different.”
Bucky never treated him as anything but another fella—his best guy—and Steve shouldn’t have been surprised that he saw through him. Steve’s chest flooded with a warmth that travelled between his legs and left him tongue tied.
Bucky spoke again so Steve didn’t have to. “You’d be surprised what people are into,” he mused with a smirk. “Some fellas get off on bein’ licked too.”
Steve frowned, because how naive did Bucky think he was? “Fellas like’ta be sucked off, big surprise.”
Bucky stifled a laugh and a shook his head, “Nah, Stevie, they like it when—” He leaned over to whisper in Steve’s ear, watching his eyes widen comically in disbelief.
“You’re so full of it, Buck.” Steve scoffed, sure he was making fun of him.
Bucky shrugged a shoulder, looking far too casual for playing a trick. “Hey, ‘m just relayin’ the info.” He knew it was true because a fella asked it of him once and Bucky had politely declined.
Steve’s eyes flickered across his face and he concluded that Bucky was telling the truth, which flustered him. It was pretty damn cute if you asked Bucky.
Steve’s next question was, “Have ya done that to a fella?”
Steve wasn’t sure why anyone wanted that done to them. It must feel good? He wondered if it was the equivalent of how dames like being licked, for fellas who didn’t share that particular body part.
Bucky shook his head and Steve did his best to hide his relief. He got even more jealous hearing about the fellas Bucky was with. Fellas who had the right bodies with the right parts.
Bucky sensed the shift in Steve’s mood and recognised the look on his face. He put a hand on his shoulder and squeezed it comfortingly.
“Stop bein’ mean ta’my best guy,” Bucky spoke warmly, thumb brushing his skin. “You’re perfect the way you are. Any fella would be lucky to have ya, Stevie-doll.” He wiggled his eyebrows playfully, “And ta’lick you all you want.”
As much as Bucky hated the idea of anyone being with Steve like that, he meant every word. He wanted him to be happy.
“You’re such a sweet talker.”’ Steve teased, his heart fluttering in his chest despite the fact he didn’t believe his words. “But nobody wants a fella with a—pussy, Buck. Even if I was better lookin’, nobody would wanna fool around with a guy like me.” He looked down, shame evident in his voice.
Steve made himself shrug a shoulder, even more embarrassed for bringing down the mood, “It doesn’t matter, really. That stuff isn’t everythin’ right? Must get sorta boring after a while.”
Steve was right, sex wasn’t everything. It wasn’t always fantastic either, but being made to cum and making other people… it was fun, at least to him.
Steve had an uncanny ability to tell when he was lying, so Bucky knew better than to claim otherwise. Instead, he chose to focus on the first part and frowned.
He was completely serious when he told Steve, “I would, Stevie. Why wouldn’t I? You are good lookin’ punk—better than anyone I’ve been with, and it shouldn’t matter what you’ve got in ya pants. At least, not in a bad way.”
Steve’s eyes widened momentarily before he muttered, shocked and flustered, “You don’t mean that, Buck.” Bucky could get with whoever he wanted, it didn’t make sense to him.
“Yeah, I do.” Bucky raised an eyebrow and replied sincerely, “It doesn’t make ya any less of a guy. Havin’ a cock isn’t what makes me one, and… honestly, I prefer playin’ with pussies anyway. I don’t think of ‘em as just a dame thing, ‘cause they aren’t.”
Bucky hoped he wasn’t being insensitive with his language, he’d heard Steve use the descriptor before but maybe it was only okay when he said it.
“Yours is a fellas ‘cause you’re a fella—a boypussy, if you prefer that. Or I can call it somethin’ else. Or nothin’ at all. Whatever ya want, Stevie, you tell me.” Bucky smiled, feeling a little flushed in the face because the last thing he wanted was to make him uncomfortable. He’d sooner rip out his own heart. “Point is, anyone would be lucky ta’be with ya and the offers open.”
Bucky had a skill when it came to easing Steve’s insecurities and dysphoria, helping him to gain confidence. Steve had never thought of the term ‘boypussy’ before—he loved it. He didn’t mind ‘pussy’ either, only it didn’t have the same feel to it.
Hearing Bucky say boypussy... Steve had to press his thighs together, trying to clear his mind. He bit his bottom lip and answered, “I like both, but boypussy is better.”
He was still wrapping his head around the offer. It was a dream come true and a little daunting as well. He was glad Bucky was more experienced, it took most of the pressure off. Bucky would be able to guide them.
Bucky smirked and nudged his arm with a wink, “Yeah it’s sexy, if ya ask me.”
Steve laughed, suspiciously like a giggle, with butterflies in his belly. He sobered up and whispered, “Are you sure the offer’s not…”
He trailed off but Bucky could read this mind. “I don’t fool around with people outta pity Steve, and I ain’t startin’ now. I already told ya you’re good lookin’. It’d be fun.” He grinned slyly and revelled in how Steve flustered further.
“Plus you’re m’best guy. I hear how some fellas are,” Bucky scoffed at the thought of Steve being left unsatisfied, and he wanted to be the one to satisfy him. “I’ll show ya a good time like you deserve and you can trust me. All you’d have’ta do is say the word ‘n I’d stop whatever I’m doin’, no hard feelings.”
Steve didn’t have to think about it for long. There wasn’t anyone else he’d rather explore (or feel as safe) with. Bucky was his person, always had been. He didn’t have any doubts that his friend would show him a good time and make sure he was comfortable.
He glanced down coyly before meeting Bucky’s eyes. “Deal. On one condition, Buck…” Steve’s expression was good natured and mischievous.
Bucky’s eyebrow quirked and excitement bubbled inside him. He did his best to not give too much of it away—scared of revealing the depth of his feelings. “Yeah, what’s that?”
Bucky thought it was going to be something potentially outrageous with how he was behaving. And then Steve murmured, chewing on his lip nervously, “I’ve never been kissed before.”
Bucky’s chest suddenly felt heavier. He never understood how their peers didn’t see Steve, how they weren’t tripping all over themselves to be with him. It was their loss, and Bucky was over the moon about potentially being his first kiss.
Kissing wasn’t something Bucky had much experience with either. It was generally one of his no-nos.
Bucky wasn’t interested in acts that felt too intimate, kissing included. There was a mutual understanding between himself and his hook ups, they were simply helping each other get off. (There was only one person Bucky would think about in those moments, and he was looking at him).
He knew it was a terrible idea to kiss Steve and leave himself open to the potential pain afterwards, sure it wouldn’t hold the same significance for him. Or worse, Steve could pick up on his feelings.
It wasn’t easy for Bucky to consider those risks when Steve was right there… wanting to be kissed by him. He decided it was worth the impending pain and really, how hard could it be to hide his crush? He’d been doing it this long.
Bucky’s smile was lopsided and charming as he responded, “That’s a cryin’ shame, pretty boy.”
Steve adored Bucky calling him ‘pretty boy’, it was an endearment reserved for him alone. Bucky was always considerate, making sure he liked any pet names or compliments he used.
Bucky had obviously realised Steve had lied in the past about kissing someone and chose to let it go. He couldn’t blame him for wanting a story of his own and Bucky successfully read between the lines. Steve needed to take things slower.
He acknowledged that by asking, sweet as honey, “I know ‘m not in any rush. You?”
Steve shook his head, a grateful smile playing on his lips. He appreciated Bucky not questioning his admission, it was one of the many reasons he was his best pal.
Bucky leaned in close, his eyes flicking to Steve’s mouth. He drawled smoothly, “That’s good ‘cause I wanna take my time with you, sugar.”
Bucky usually ignored most of his impulses to call Steve pet names, worried it would be excessive. This situation was entirely different, he believed it called for Steve to be sweet-talked and wooed, in the ways Bucky could.
A gorgeous smile blossomed across Steve’s features, showing he was thrilled. There was no doubt that if Steve felt differently he would have smacked him in the chest and told him off. Bucky would have found it endearing as hell too.
Steve’s mouth parted and his tongue darted out to lick it automatically, under Bucky’s attention. He pulled Bucky from his daze with a teasing tone, this side of a challenge, “Are you gonna stare all day or show me what I’ve been missin’?”
Bucky met his eyes and while they darkened with want, there was an underlying softness. Steve nearly melted into a puddle from that alone. He never imagined Bucky would look at him as if he couldn’t wait to get his hands on him—like he wanted to devour him. It was an utterly thrilling thought.
Steve swallowed and his voice slipped into murmur, the word a plea as much as a demand. “Buck.”
Despite that obvious desire when Bucky closed the distance between them, it was bold and delicate. He cupped his cheek and he guided their mouths together.
“As you wish.” Bucky whispered with a soft brush of lips. He pressed closer and they both let out noises of relief over a much yearned for embrace.
Bucky almost left it there, before Steve put an arm around him and sprawled his hand over his naked back, lightly digging in his nails. Bucky encouraged him to part his lips by teasingly licking over the seam of them. His gut clenched when Steve gasped in pleasure and moaned under his breath.
They moved naturally, until Steve was on his back with Bucky positioned over him. His hips were lifted strategically, not wanting Steve to tell he was getting hard. It wasn’t his own pleasure he was concerned with, this was about making Steve feel good and he didn’t want him thinking he expected anything in return.
A gratified noise rumbled through Bucky’s chest as he slid his mouth against Steve’s, his tongue cautiously making itself known. Steve was happy to let him take the lead, which spiked Bucky’s arousal, but he wasn’t being controlling. He was helping Steve get his bearings.
Steve kissed him back and feeling more confident, moved their tongues together. They both gasped and heat washed over them in a steady wave, even as it rained outside.
The streets weren’t the only thing that was wet. Steve struggled not to squirm underneath Bucky, although he wasn’t much better off. Bucky was already tenting his briefs.
The kiss broke when they both needed air—breaths they shared, considering how close they stayed.
“Christ, babydoll—you’re a natural.” Bucky marvelled, a sparkle in his eyes. He licked his lips, admiring how Steve’s shined from their saliva and the look of awe on his face, as if Bucky had introduced him to something magical.
Steve somehow looked even more handsome than usual.
A pretty pink dusted his cheeks and nose, Bucky could see it travelled down his neck too. He made himself look up again, trying to blink away the fantasy that arose. One that involved kisses and love bites.
Steve had obviously caught him staring, it brought a cheeky little smile to his face. “I betcha say that to all the newbies.”
Bucky snorted in surprise and rolled his eyes. He ducked his mouth by Steve’s ear to be a little shit in return, “Nah, just the ones I call Stevie who moan in’ta my mouth like they can’t get enough.”
Bucky started to trail kisses along his jaw and down to his neck, Steve’s remark dying in his throat. It was replaced by another moan as he cupped the back of Bucky’s head and tangled his fingers in his hair.
When Steve tilted head back against the pillow, Bucky took advantage of his exposed skin. He dragged his tongue along it and groaned softly, a noise Steve echoed.
“Do ya like that, darlin’?” Bucky whispered low in his ear, adding to the growing heat between Steve’s thighs.
The fingers not in Bucky’s hair dug into his back and he muttered, “You know I do, jerk.”
Bucky chuckled and smirked, his warm breath ghosting Steve’s skin. It made him shiver. Bucky nipped at his throat playfully and his lips slowly began to travel lower, over his clavicles. “Maybe I just wanna hear ya say it.”
Steve could hear that cocky grin in Bucky’s voice. He loved it even more in this context.
Since Bucky was making him feel amazing, Steve decided he deserved to be thrown a bone. Even if it made his face get all warm to admit, “It feels real good, Buck.”
Bucky lifted his head and his gaze went gooey, crinkles noticeable around the edges. Steve’s stomach somersaulted and as if he wasn’t done for already, Bucky’s thumb found his hip bone and stroked over it.
“Should I keep kissin’ over you, handsome? I can skip ya chest, if you’d like.” Bucky asked sweetly, continuing to stroke there. He shrugged to put Steve even more at ease with the choice. “Some guys wanna have their nipples played with, others don’t. Ain’t no wrong answer.”
Steve turned the idea over in his mind. He’d discovered in his own body exploration that his nipples were sensitive. He thought it would probably feel much better with Bucky’s mouth on them. He was still nervous about it, because he didn’t want his chest to be entirely exposed.
“Could you…” Steve started, a coy expression on his face as he eased his shirt up until it sat under his armpits, not even realising how tantalising it was for Bucky to watch. “Like this?”
Bucky swallowed and nodded dumbly, losing his words for a moment. Which was a first.
Steve’s nipples were so lovely and pink. They hardened under Bucky’s gaze, calling his mouth to them. When he noticed Steve’s blush travelling down his chest it kick started his brain. He didn’t want to embarrass Steve in a manner he wouldn’t enjoy.
“I can do anythin’ ya like, sunshine.” It sounded like such a line that Bucky felt his own cheeks heat up, but it was true. He couldn’t imagine denying Steve a single thing at that moment (or in general, really).
Meanwhile, Steve had to suppress a noise because ‘sunshine’ was one of his favourite nicknames from Bucky and it in this context… Christ.
Bucky kept their eyes locked while he pressed a sweet kiss to the middle of his chest, smirking up at Steve. He kissed one of his nipples before swiping his tongue over the little bud and sealing his mouth around it.
Steve’s lashes fluttered through a noise of startled pleasure, his grip tightening in Bucky’s hair. His mouth was so hot and wet, making him squirm below Bucky. He couldn’t begin to imagine how good it would feel when he ventured further down.
Bucky was clearly enjoying himself too, moaning as he sucked on Steve’s nipple. He swirled his tongue and gave it a playful little bite, doing the same with the other. Steve whimpered and gasped, arching into his mouth for more.
Bucky flicked them with his tongue and trailed fingers down Steve’s side, to his hip. He squeezed it and brushed his thumb under the waistband of Steve’s underwear, just enough to torment him with the possibility.
He then lifted his head and stared at Steve’s glistening nipples. They were pebbled and reddened from his effort—fucking perfect.
“They’re sensitive, huh?” Bucky smirked, looking as though he was filing the knowledge away for later. (Or it was wishful thinking on Steve’s part.)
He used his fingers to toy with Steve’s nipples and the noise that escaped him… well.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” Bucky snorted in delight.
Steve wanted to tug sharply on Bucky’s hair and glare for teasing him. Then he felt the tip of his tongue between his pecs, starting to slide down his chest. So what he ended up doing was grabbing onto the sheet and burying his other hand in Bucky’s hair.
Proudly, Steve was able to let out a breathless, “Jerk.” The sentiment was somewhat tainted by how flushed his cheeks were though, and the shaky breath that escaped him next.
It turned into a moan that was sexy as fuck, but it worried Bucky a bit too and he doubted Steve would admit to anything that he deemed a weakness. Which was why he pressed his ear to Steve’s chest as discreetly as possible, relieved when he heard no wheezing.
He braced himself for the inevitable attitude when Steve stilled under him and was not disappointed. “What are you doing?” He asked accusingly.
Steve already knew the answer and was confronted with his own mixed feelings as a result. Stubbornness, embarrassment, affection.
“I ever tell ya how gorgeous you are?” Bucky put on his most charming grin and turned his head, peering up at Steve. “Prettiest thing I’ve ever seen—loveliest chest too.”
The air between them was suddenly thick with something heady after such a display of care—and he didn’t miss the use of ‘chest’, Bucky always respected the labels he used for his body—and Steve happily let Bucky charm his way out of the question.
Steve rolled his eyes, smiling in disbelief, “You don’t make a lick of sense.”
“I dunno what you’re talkin’ about, doll.” Bucky’s lip twitched into a grin, “But what ‘m worried about now, is licking you.”
Steve felt a tug of yearning in his gut, and yet as they stared at each other it didn’t stop them from erupting into a fit of hushed giggles.
“That was terrible, Buck.” Steve shook his head, still laughing. He’d taken to petting his fingers through Bucky’s hair, enjoying the casual intimacy.
Bucky snickered and turned his head, kissing the palm of Steve’s hand. He’d never laughed with another person when they were messing around before, which made it even more special somehow.
Bucky dragged his tongue over his lower lip, smirking when he saw Steve’s gaze drop to watch. “Terrible enough that you want me ta’stop?” He kissed down Steve’s chest, towards his stomach, and pulled his shirt back down for him in the process.
“You’re such a bastard.” Steve muttered under his breath, anticipation thrumming throughout his body. He gave Bucky’s shoulder a light shove to hurry him up and whined, “C’mon.”
Bucky took pity on him and settled between Steve’s legs, hooking a hand under one of his knees. He kissed the inside of it and Steve’s lips parted in a deep exhale, instinctively tightening his grip on Bucky’s hair.
They both moaned, Bucky trailing his lips up to Steve’s thigh. Steve had to cover his mouth the moment Bucky’s thumb touched him over his underwear, pressing it to the growing wet patch he discovered.
Bucky murmured, his eyes never leaving that spot, “Fuck, Steve. That’s so damn hot.” He licked his lips, before pressing them to his thigh again and meeting Steve’s eyes. He plucked at his waistband, “Want me ta’take these off ya now?”
Steve nodded instantly, and then a few times more than necessary. He wasn’t embarrassed about how eager he was though, because his mind had turned to goo. He was in good company, Bucky’s pupils were blown so wide that his eyes were almost entirely black.
Bucky sat up onto his knees and leaned down to share a quick kiss with Steve, cupping his cheek.
“It’s just me, doll,” he whispered into his mouth. Nothing could’ve made Steve feel safer, or more comfortable. “You don’t like somethin’, want me ta’stop or do somethin’ else—whatever you need, just lemme know. I got ya. Yeah?”
“I trust you, Buck.” Steve reassured Bucky wholeheartedly. He then nipped at his lips and spurred him on, “Make me feel good.”
Bucky groaned and kissed Steve with more heat, until he had to pull himself away or he’d continue all night. It was a very appealing thought, except he was desperate to make himself at home between Steve’s thighs.
Bucky hooked his fingers into the waistband of Steve’s underwear and as promised, tugged them off him. He tossed them somewhere, all of his focus zeroed in on Steve.
Before Steve could feel self consciousness at being so exposed, his gaze fell to Bucky’s boxers and heat curled in his belly. His obvious arousal was a dead giveaway that Bucky was getting just as much from the experience as he was.
Steve was flushed and already panting softly, pretty as a picture. His hair was ruffled, those blue eyes hooded and his shirt resting just above his belly button, and then, lower…
“Goddamn.” Bucky whistled appreciatively. He sounded like his composure was shattering and as he stared, Bucky subconsciously licked his lips.
Even the hair above Steve’s boypussy was gorgeous. It was blonde and looked trimmed, those light hairs framing the rest of him and pulling his attention to the fact he was glistening.
He looked so soft and pink there, his little cock appeared to be swollen and was darker than the surrounding skin. Bucky was honestly overwhelmed for a moment, seeing people naked—partially or otherwise—had never affected him so much.
Bucky simply couldn’t be held responsible when he suddenly pressed his face against Steve’s stomach with a groan, the sound muffled. Steve, the little punk, actually laughed. Not that Bucky could be mad when the noise bubbled from him, cute as anything, followed by Steve petting his hair.
“I thought you’ve done this before?” Steve snickered to himself. “Or was it all talk? Y’really just been at home with your hand for company, huh.” He grinned when Bucky peered up at him, raising an eyebrow in a silent challenge.
Bucky’s hands curled around the front of his thighs and he smirked, dragging his tongue to Steve’s belly button before dipping it inside. He earned a quiet whimper in response.
“What, ‘m not allowed ta’appreciate how good your boypussy looks when you’re all wet? How cute your lil’ cock is?” Bucky husked out, delighted when Steve looked as if he might cum. It was his turn to laugh, a fond little chuckle before he let his tongue drift lower. “Y’want me to give it a kiss, Stevie?”
Steve’s face was bright red and if his shirt weren’t there, Bucky was sure he’d see it work its way down his body. Steve was whining again too, not appearing to be aware of doing so. There was something else Bucky noticed in his eyes too…
That was when Bucky realised that it was probably the first time someone had called that part of his body a ‘cock’ before, given his sexual inexperience. Steve looked like he was positively glowing (and extremely horny).
Steve felt seen in a way he never had before.
“Ya like that, handsome?” Bucky prompted, playfully biting his lower stomach. “Hearin’ me talk about your cock ‘n how I wanna suck it?”
“Stop teasin’! ‘N just—” Steve huffed and squirmed. Bucky thought he looked like an angry kitten whenever he was grumpy, but he had the sense not to mention it. Steve’s voice was much softer when he requested, biting his lip, “Suck me off already.”
Bucky groaned again, except this time he was intent on giving Steve what he wanted. They’d both been patient long enough.
He brought his lips down to Steve’s pussy, pausing for a second before Bucky locked eyes with him. He kissed his cock, gentle and open mouthed, unsure of how sensitive he would be. Bucky sealed his lips around it and gave a tentative suckle, letting his tongue slide lower.
The answer… was very sensitive.
A gasp escaped Steve that turned into a long moan. He tossed his head back and pulled on Bucky’s hair. The grip was harsh, not that Bucky was complaining. Actually, it was making his own cock ache.
The problem was how loud Steve was. Really, it was on Bucky that he hadn’t anticipated how much he’d struggle to keep it down. His best guy had a mouth on him, after all.
Bucky had to pull his own mouth away and surge up his body, not able to speak before Steve’s eyes widened in shock. He looked like was minutes away from crying. “What—but ‘m not— please don’t stop, yet. I’ll try ta’finish fast—”
Bucky crashed their mouths together and Steve's words quickly died. He made an embarrassed sound at tasting himself, before kissing back eagerly. Once Steve had calmed down Bucky pulled his bottom lip between his teeth and let it go.
“That’s it, baby,” Bucky pushed Steve’s messy fringe away from his face. “‘M not done and I don’t want ya to try ‘n finish fast, alright? I just want you to enjoy yourself ‘n lemme show ya good time.” He smirked.
“Then why’d ya stop?” Steve wondered with a smile, tracing his thumb over Bucky’s lips.
“Well, ‘cause as much I’d love ta’hear you scream the whole street down…”
“Oh.” Steve covered his face with his hand and half-heartedly glared behind it when Bucky snorted. “Do you think they heard?” He peeked from between his fingers.
“Who? My folks or the whole street?” Bucky teased, before he noticed Steve’s demeanor shift. Then he answered kindly, “Nah, they’re heavy sleepers ‘n it’s rainin’ out—ya weren’t that loud yet.”
Steve was relieved to hear that, but he wasn’t sure how he felt knowing he was apparently loud. Was that weird? Was Bucky just pretending to like it?
“Hey,” Bucky nosed at Steve’s neck and left kisses that made him melt. “‘M serious. I wish you could make as much noise as ya want—I mean, fuck Stevie. Listenin’ to you, knowin’ I was the one making you feel so good…”
“Yeah?” Steve whispered, wanting confirmation. He turned his head to catch Bucky’s gaze. “You’re not just tryna make me feel better?”
“Steve.” Bucky swallowed and took Steve’s hand, bringing it down his body—slowly, so Steve could easily pull it away before it made his chosen destination. He pressed Steve’s hand to his clothed hardness and guided him to squeeze, before removing it. “You can’t fake that, doll.”
Steve had to bite his lip to contain the sound threatening to leave him. He stared at Bucky as though he could see through his boxers if he looked hard enough. He’d never seen Bucky naked in such a context. It all felt heady and different.
Satisfied with that answer, Steve pulled Bucky’s mouth back to his. He made Bucky moan when he flicked his tongue into his mouth curiously and his nails dug into his skin.
Bucky cursed and smirked against his mouth. “Y’want me ta’finish what I started, sweet thing? Get my mouth back on you?”
Bucky was going to be the death of him.
Bucky and his dirty mouth—which Steve definitely wanted back around his cock, so he nodded quickly. Steve sighed contentedly as Bucky winked at him and moved to his earlier position.
“Gotta try ta’be quiet, sugar,” Bucky reminded Steve before he pressed a kiss to his hip and tucked his nose into the crease of his thigh, unashamed.
Steve inhaled sharply while Bucky did at a languid pace, his eyelids drooping. He couldn’t believe it, Bucky was smelling him. Steve’s stomach flipped and pride flooded his chest, hearing the low pleased sound that followed.
He caught Bucky muttering the words knew it and perfect. Steve didn’t have time to let the weight of those words sink in, because Bucky’s tongue ran from above his cock down to where he was a slick mess. Effectively, frying his brain.
Bucky’s tongue set off sparks under his skin and Steve had to cover his mouth, aware of the words trying to spill over.
“Jesus, baby, you’re s’wet.” Bucky tentatively flattened his tongue and licked a fat stripe over his entrance. Steve nearly fell apart. “Ya like that? Want more’a my tongue here?”
It elicited something that sounded like nngh from Steve. Bucky chuckled fondly, his warm breath fanning Steve’s skin. He rubbed the outside of Steve’s thighs and following his encouragement, slowly pressed his tongue into Steve.
Bucky moaned at how incredible he felt inside and without realising, Steve pushed his hips further into Bucky’s face. One of Steve’s hands landed on the bedding, fingers grasped tightly at the sheets.
“Oh god,” Steve breathed out in a whisper, clenching around Bucky’s tongue as their eyes locked heatedly. He felt the need to point out bashfully, “You’re inside me…”
He watched as Bucky’s lashes fluttered and he hummed, an almost devious sparkle to his gaze. The vibrations added to Steve’s pleasure. Bucky maintained eye contact and started to lick into him, cheeky laps of his tongue.
Steve was sure that Bucky would be smirking if he could, happy he was turning his best guy to a whimpering puddle. Steve thought Bucky looked stunning like that too, as if he belonged there.
His hair was a mess from Steve’s fingers and his eyelids were visibly heavy. Underneath them his eyes were dark with lust and Steve’s heart tripped over itself.
Steve moaned helplessly when Bucky moved his tongue in and out of him, his nose bumping Steve’s cock. He moaned and whined, even wetter around the muscle, “Oh fuck. S’too much, Buck, I can’t—”
Bucky lifted his mouth away to give Steve a break from the stimulation and licked his lips, before nuzzling his hip. “Poor thing, did I break ya already?” He teased with a crooked grin and leaned into Steve’s hand, when his hair was stroked.
As the pair caught their breath, Bucky left kisses on the inside of Steve’s thighs. They were affectionate and comforting, Bucky being sweet on him.
“You wish.” Steve scoffed and grinned back, brushing two fingertips along Bucky’s mouth. He stared with desire, tenderness barely hidden below the surface. Steve wasn’t sure how he’d go back to the way they were before, having to pretend he didn’t know what Bucky’s lips felt like against his (and other places). “Just needa second, is all. ‘N then…”
Bucky smiled against Steve’s fingers and nipped at them. “You wan’ me to focus on your pretty dick?” He guessed, his attention falling to the swollen and pulsing cock—as if it was begging for more. “Hmm, maybe ya want me ta’try that other thing a lil’ too? Y’know… the other place some fellas like to be kissed?”
Steve’s eyes nearly bulged out of his skull and he let out a nose like was dying. He threw his arm over his face dramatically and hissed, “You can’t just say things like that!”
Bucky had seen how his boypussy had reacted… clenching around nothing, his little cock twitching, and snorted. It made his mouth water.
Bucky kissed Steve’s stomach and rolled his eyes, “I wasn’t saying, I was offerin’. There’s a difference.”
Whatever half-hearted argument Steve was about to throw at him, it didn’t mean much when his legs parted of their own accord and if anything, Steve looked more aroused than before. Still, Bucky knew his best friend.
“Alright, Stevie, what’s the damage? ‘Cause if you don’t wanna that’s fine, but I think ya do ‘n… I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t wanna do it to ya.”
“It sounds good to you?” Steve whispered from behind his arm, embarrassed. “Havin’ your mouth… there? Ain’t that dirty?”
Bucky kissed up Steve’s body and tried to move his arm away. “You won’t even lemme see that pretty face while I talk about lickin’ you more?” He clicked his tongue, the smirk evident in his voice. “How rude.”
Steve let him, only to glare until they both started laughing. “Hey! I’m being serious.”
Bucky tried to put on a more ‘serious’ face, which made them chuckle some more. It felt intimate, being so close to Steve and laughing with him while the rain poured outside. He cupped Steve’s jaw and brought their faces closer, sharing a chaste kiss.
“‘M a very serious fella,” Bucky purred out the words and slid their lips together. While his previous statement was meant as a joke, he couldn’t keep that same playfulness when he added, “‘Specially about you.”
Steve’s heart swelled in his chest as he teased, “And my boypussy?” He scratched his nails down Bucky’s back and smirked, “One trip down there ‘n I’ve gotcha wrapped around my finger… Or should I say my cock?”
Steve was delighted when Bucky dropped his face into the crook of his neck and groaned. Bucky could never forget about Steve’s filthy little mouth.
Thankfully, two could play that game. “So then it shouldn’t surprise ya that I wanna extend my trip, ‘n give your cute ass some attention too—if ya want it.”
Steve all but tackled him in response and climbed on top of him. That… knocked any smart ass retort right out of Bucky’s chest.
“God, Stevie.” Bucky mumbled, raking his eyes over Steve. His hands naturally found his hips.
Bucky had to squeeze his eyes shut as Steve shifted on his lap, adjusting to the hard length poking him. Only his boxers separated their lower halves and Steve’s shirt was deliciously rucked up, revealing most of his stomach. He nearly swallowed his tongue.
Steve’s confidence seemed to bloom in his new position. Bucky wondered if it was being on top, feeling how turned on he was by him, or both.
“Wow.” Steve started down at Bucky and exhaled, grinning mischievously. “Now I know how’ta shut you up, huh? Never been s’quiet Buck.”
Steve had the urge to rock his hips and make Bucky feel good too, but he wasn’t sure if that would be a mistake. Bucky being hard didn’t mean he wanted him like that, and he probably wouldn’t want to fool around again either.
Bucky was just… being a good pal, making sure he got to experience what other guys did. Right?
At least one of those dismissals were proven wrong when Bucky remarked happily, “Oh yeah? Then I guess ya should be lucky you’ll have that one up your sleeve.” He shrugged a shoulder and winked, looking very pleased with himself and the possibility Steve would do exactly that—that this wouldn’t be a one time thing. “Y’know, if you ever need it in future.”
“Why do I feel like you’re gonna start talkin’ trash even more than ya do now?” Steve cocked an eyebrow, butterflies in his belly.
Bucky chose to ignore that with a devious lick of his lips and he moved his hands to Steve’s ass. He took two handfuls and squeezed playfully, making them both groan. Then he slid his hands down to Steve’s thighs.
“I do want it, Buck.” Steve rushed out quickly. “Just, um…”
Bucky was reminded of Steve asking if it was ‘dirty’ as he saw Steve’s face flush, his gaze falling to the side. Bucky’s expression softened and he pulled Steve in by his shirt, kissing a rosy cheek.
“Listen, Stevie-baby, ‘m not worried. You washed up before you came over, yeah?” When Steve nodded Bucky stroked down his back, smiling against his hair. “Then it’s all good, but if it’ll make ya feel better—you could freshen up first?”
Steve rested his head against Bucky’s chest, enjoying the way his arms wrapped around him. He didn’t understand how Bucky was so unabashed talking about sex.
He was grateful for it nonetheless.
It felt as natural as anything for Steve to lift his head and share a parting kiss with Bucky, before he slipped out of the bed. He caught Bucky staring at his behind on the way out and it made Steve wonder, had Bucky always been attracted to him? Had he missed that longing gaze before? Or had it just been sparked?
Steve decided it didn’t matter. What did matter was that Bucky was ogling at him like that, setting his blood alight. He put his pants back on and quietly slipped out of the room.
It took Bucky’s breath away to watch Steve smile at him and strip back down to his shirt after he returned, before climbing back onto the bed. Steve straddled his waist like he belonged there, like they’d done this a million times before.
“So, what now?” He ran his fingers through Bucky’s chest hair.
Steve’s expression was affectionate and trusting, yet there was no mistaking the coy batting of his lashes and how he bit his lower lip. Bucky’s stomach clenched with need. Stevie was certainly learning his weaknesses fast.
He fought the urge to roll Steve onto his back and kiss him until he was begging for more. However, his mouth was needed elsewhere. That gave Bucky an amazing idea, one he’d never had before.
“Since ya seem ta’like being on top’a me… why don’tcha climb up here, ‘n shut me back up?” Bucky drawled charmingly, gesturing with a crook of his finger for Steve to move up his chest.
“But I’m already… oh.” Steve’s fingernails pressed into his chest. It elicited a sharp inhale from Bucky and his hands grabbed at his behind. He moaned, “Is that how ya usually like to tr- eat someone best?”
Steve snickered to himself, surprised when Bucky blushed. It was so unlike him. Steve instinctively sprawled one of his hands out, pushing the other through Bucky’s hair. He didn’t ever want to embarrass him, not if it was unpleasant.
“Buck?”
“‘M alright darlin’,” Bucky rested his hand on top of Steve’s, the one that was over his chest, and sent him a reassuring wink. “I’ve just never done it that way before is all.” He stroked Steve’s side and hesitated before saying, “I haven’t wanted to do that ‘til now… guess you’re bringin’ things outta me, punk.”
Steve preened at Bucky’s words, feeling pretty damn smug (and proud). It added to the heat flooding his body and rather than figuring out how to reply right away, Steve brought Bucky’s hand to where he was wet.
Seeing Bucky fall apart simply from getting to touch him… the words left Steve effortlessly. “Well, handsome, s’only fair I get to tease you with something considerin’ all the stories you’ve told me.”
Steve had felt teased by his stories? Bucky’s mind attempted to latch onto that piece of information, an impossible task when Steve was hot and slick against his fingers.
“Help?” Steve lifted himself up onto his knees, waiting.
Bucky had never known Steve to be one to willingly ask for help. He was a stubborn bastard. It went to show how much Steve trusted his best friend and that he got a thrill out of seeking his guidance under such circumstances—as Bucky did being able to provide it.
Giddy nerves in the atmosphere while they manoeuvred themselves into position. It may have been awkward, except they were having fun with it and giggling.
“There ya go…” Bucky encouraged with a devilish grin, hands spreading over his behind. “That alright? Comfy?”
Steve stared at Bucky for a long second, amused. It was funny to Steve that Bucky was asking if he was comfortable, meanwhile his boypussy was centimeters from his face.
Finally, Steve nodded and grabbed hold of the bed rail, “Are you?”
“Oh, ‘m gonna be real comfortable in a second doll, don'tcha worry about me.” Bucky answered suggestively, pulling Steve closer. “Lemme taste you s’more.”
Steve was about to playfully scold Bucky for the dirty things that came out of his mouth, things that made his skin tingle—until that same mouth was on him again, and stole his words.
Bucky’s mouth sealed around Steve’s cock as his hands curled around his hips, bringing him to sit with more purpose. A moan caught in Steve’s throat and his hips stuttered forward.
“Bucky, Jesus.” Steve breathed out as quietly as he could manage and dropped his gaze to Bucky’s. He nearly came at the sight. “Can I—” He slowly rolled his hips in demonstration and Bucky answered with a long moan.
Steve hesitated until Bucky gave his ass a cheeky little smack and it seemed to do the trick. His pal clutched at the rail and his pussy got even more wet, Bucky chasing the source.
His own cock throbbed. Steve got off on being spanked.
Bucky took a mental note of it for his own… private purposes. And, of course, in case Steve were to ever want to fool around with him again.
“Oh, that’s so good,” Steve mewled while he rocked his hips, sliding Bucky’s tongue along him. One of his hands ended up in Bucky’s hair, taking hold and watching as he moved. “Why’d ya never tell me this felt so damn good?” He complained, almost delirious with pleasure.
Bucky lifted Steve off his mouth with a chuckle, ignoring his accompanying whimper. “‘Cause I don’t go ‘round sittin’ on fellas faces, babydoll.” His gaze darted back to Steve’s pussy, like he was mesmerised by its beauty.
“You know what I mean, jerk.” Steve huffed at him, face scorching as he observed Bucky staring at his most intimate places. “Quit that.”
“Quit what?” Bucky cooed and looked up, flicking his tongue over Steve’s tip at the same time. “You don’t want me to keep going?” His mouth curled into a mischievous smile. “You don’t want—”
Steve, with a matching expression of his own, shut Bucky up by sitting on his face. He felt like he unlocked something interesting as Bucky’s eyelids drooped, the rest of his sentence replaced by a moan.
Steve sighed and played with Bucky’s hair, gently rolling his body. “Mmm, that’s better,” his head tipped back as he took his pleasure, bones turning to jelly.
Bucky was in heaven.
He pressed his tongue inside Steve, intent on him falling apart from his mouth, and was met with that wet heat. A pathetic noise was drawn out of Bucky because it was so easy to imagine his dick buried inside him—especially with how Steve immediately started to grind on his tongue, it pulsating desperately.
Bucky had no doubt his underwear would have a huge wet patch from precum. He’d never been as hard and aching before. It was secondary to Steve though and how eager Bucky was to get him off.
Steve’s thighs trembled and he whispered, “Please.” It was barely audible with the rain coming down outside.
It was a plea. Steve couldn’t bring himself to the precipice and he didn’t want to. He wanted Bucky to make him. Bucky, the doll, understood right away and kissed his cock sweetly.
“I got ya, Stevie.” Bucky stroked his thighs and he reassured him. “Just hold on ‘n lemme take care of you, yeah?”
Relief ran through Steve, relief and desire. He did as instructed and relaxed, pressing his forehead to the wall in front of him. The position had heat pooling in his stomach, which seemed to lead directly to the throbbing of his pussy.
“Goddamn, that’s it.” Bucky praised, warm and teasing. Steve had relinquished the control he enjoyed toying with moments ago, giving himself to Bucky. Needy for him. “If ya want me ta’stop, sweet thing, say the word.”
Steve hummed an affirmative and let his body go lax, trusting Bucky wholeheartedly. Bucky hands moved to his ass again, kneading the perfect peach with a satisfied sound. It stimulated his rim in the process and signalled what would happen next.
It elicited a curious and excited ‘nggh’ from Steve, so Bucky started to kiss downwards from Steve’s cock. At that point Steve thought he was too horny to be flustered, until Bucky spread his cheeks and his tongue—
Steve instinctively jolted away from the new sensation, letting out a sound that was a mix between a squeal and a moan. Bucky rubbed his hip but otherwise halted his actions, giving Steve time to decide if he wanted him to continue.
Steve breathed out through his nose and stroked Bucky’s hair. He blushed so pretty Bucky thought he might die as Steve murmured, “I wanna, but go slow?”
“I will, sugar.” Bucky smiled and kissed the inside of Steve’s thigh. “Would ya be more comfortable layin’ down?”
Steve thought about it and blushed, “Yeah, I think so.”
Bucky helped Steve off him and wiped his mouth, turning to face Steve. He automatically wrapped his arm around Steve’s waist and pulled him closer, holding him.
“Better?” He checked with a sweet, crooked grin.
Steve cozied up with him and tucked his face into the curve of Bucky’s neck, smiling. “Much.”
Although Steve did want to experience more of Bucky going down on him, at that time what he wanted even more, was this. Being close to Bucky, feeling the warmth and comfort of his body against his and being able to clearly see his face.
And, to kiss him again.
Steve leaned in and pressed his lips to Bucky’s. It was a bit clumsy with inexperience and yet completely perfect.
The kiss was short and sweet as he curled an arm around Bucky. His eyes fluttered open as Steve pulled back and a giddy sensation took over. Bucky was smiling at him, like there wasn’t anyone in the world he’d rather be lying in bed with.
Steve kissed Bucky again, only this time it was far more heated. It earned a surprised noise from Bucky, which melted into a groan on his tongue. He cupped the back of Steve’s neck and returned the kiss eagerly.
Their tongues slid together obscenely, moaning into each other’s mouths. Steve broke away panting when the throbbing was too much and he needed Bucky’s touch.
Steve hiked his leg over Bucky’s hip and asked softly, “Can you touch me? Like this?” Then took his hand, guiding it towards his pussy.
Bucky cursed and groaned an affirmative, his fingers sliding along him easily. “God, Stevie, you’re so wet,” he rumbled, brushing their mouths together to capture them in a kiss. “You feel amazin’.”
Steve’s hand explored Bucky’s chest while he tried to moan as quiet as he could manage, sparks of pleasure shooting up his spine. He nearly cried out when Bucky rubbed gentle circles around his cock, but Bucky swallowed the noise hungrily. It was thankfully filtered out from others by the rain.
Bucky’s clothed cock grazed him, bringing a whimper out of Steve. He wanted to touch Bucky too.
Steve trailed his fingers lower, until they reached the edge of Bucky’s waistband. “Buck, can I…?” He whispered, biting his lip and peering at Bucky through his eyelashes.
Bucky had a fleeting thought that he was more fucked than ever. Steve now knew he thought he was good looking and apparently, how to use that pretty face to make his blood run even hotter.
“You don’t have’ta do that, doll. Y’know that right?” Bucky murmured with a kind smile, sharing sweet kisses. “I just wanted to make you feel good, I don’t expect anythin’ in return.”
“I do know that, Buck,” Steve brushed their noses together and then smirked. “And I wanna make you feel good too.”
Bucky’s eyes fell shut with a soft, “Fuck.” His cock jumped at the offer and he let out a quieter, “Please, Steve.”
Steve was tempted to tease Bucky first, but in the end he took pity on him and wasn’t patient enough himself. He slipped his hand under Bucky’s waistband and saw him swallow thickly, his Adam’s apple bobbing. Steve had the strange urge to lick it.
Tentatively, he curled his fingers around Bucky’s length and gave it an experimental stroke. His boypussy clenched at the feel of Bucky’s cock in his hand—hot and throbbing, precum gathered at the tip.
Steve did so again and let out a breathy, “Does that feel good? Am I doin’ it right?”
Bucky was in the middle of a drawn out groan when it was interrupted by his own snort. Steve found it pretty attractive, in all honesty, even if Bucky’s fingers stopped their movements in the process.
“Stevie—y’got your hand on my dick. How could it not feel good?” Bucky had that stupid grin on his face that Steve kind of wanted to slap, and mostly wanted to kiss.
Steve lowered his hand to cradle Bucky’s balls and mused, a cheeky lilt to his voice, “You should really be more careful of when you make fun’a people…”
“Jokes on you, I like gettin’ my balls tugged.” Bucky snarked back without thought.
Steve’s eyebrows shot up and he dissolved into chuckles that Bucky soon followed. He hid his face in Bucky’s shoulder, “Is that—is that true?”
Bucky snickered and told him honestly, “Dunno, never let anyone do it before. Wanna find out?”
Steve lifted his head, a big grin on his face as they shared a pillow. He licked his lips and gently squeezed Bucky’s balls, then gave a tug. The noise that escaped Bucky drove Steve wild, especially because it marked another first between them.
“You do like it,” Steve whispered into the tiny space between them, rolling them in his palm.
“You’re killin’ me doll, the hands on you.” Bucky inhaled quickly and moaned, his hips jolting a little. He plucked at his own waistband and checked, “S’alright if I take these off?”
Steve almost gave him whiplash when he replied, “No. I wanna do it.” He wasted no time either, reluctantly freeing his hand to get Bucky’s briefs off.
The way they were laying didn’t make it very graceful and when he huffed, Bucky helped him to yank them free. Steve tossed them onto the floor and admired Bucky’s cock for a long moment, tracing a finger up it.
“It’s real pretty like this,” Steve cooed before scooting back in, mischief playing on his lips. It was incredibly charming.
“Sweet’a you to say, Stevie.” Bucky appeared smug and amused as he brought Steve’s leg over his hip again and ran his hand up thigh. “So’s yours,” he complimented once he made contact with Steve’s, who whimpered.
Bucky slotted a finger either side and murmured in his ear, “Love how ya fit perfectly between ‘m fingers—and my lips. Ain’t that just fuckin’ amazin’?”
Steve was shocked he hadn’t melted directly into the mattress and thought he must be ruining his sheets with how wet he was. Bucky made his insecurities about his body fade away though, and he felt something he never thought he would. Desired. Sexy, even.
It was more than amazing, yet all Steve could do was give an elated moan and nod. He was distracted by the heat gathering in his belly and judging by the smirk he could feel ghosting his ear, Bucky completely understood.
Naturally, it encouraged Steve’s determination to do the same to Bucky. He followed his intuition and moved his hand over Bucky’s cock, twisting his wrist at the head and teasing the tip. Curiously he circled his thumb around it, spreading the precum that had collected there.
Pride rushed into his chest when Bucky’s hand stuttered and a groan rumbled from him, his length twitching. “Oh god, Steve—s’good honey,” Bucky whispered thickly and captured his lips in a dirty kiss.
He continued to turn Steve to mush with his talented fingers, stroking and rubbing his cock while Steve fisted his. Bucky slipped them lower, running the pads of his fingers over where he was the slickest.
“Do y’like that baby?” Bucky spoke into his lips, wanting to hear it from Steve. Although he seemed to enjoy it very much. “Or should I keep playin’ with that pretty cock I like s’much?” He was grinning, the question phased in such a way that Steve knew Bucky would be thrilled regardless of the answer.
Steve’s face was suddenly on fire, overwhelmed by his feelings and desire for Bucky. Bucky was obviously set on making sure he was as comfortable as possible and receiving as much pleasure as he could give.
Steve angled his hips suggestively in answer and ensured Bucky’s fingers were pressed right against his entrance. He murmured into his ear, “I wanna feel ‘em more.”
As if that wasn’t enough to nearly give Bucky a heart attack, Steve cupped his balls and squeezed them playfully. He lifted his head, not wanting to miss Bucky’s reaction. He was not disappointed.
“Jesus, Steve.” Bucky’s eyes fell shut and he breathed in deeply, his cock visibly jumping. He swallowed and asked dumbly, “You wanna—Y’want my fingers inside’a you?”
His eyes roamed Steve’s face as he circled his fingers, anticipation crawling up his spine. Bucky swore he could feel Steve clench against them. He also swore he’d never felt a pussy that was so wet and perfect before.
Nobody he had been with in the past compared to Steve. Nobody else mattered.
Steve, the cheeky little bastard, smirked like he could read his mind. “Uh huh. Kinda thought that obvious, Buck. Aren’t ya supposed to be some kinda charmer?” He was eyeing him playfully, obviously teasing him.
“You’re a real punk.” Bucky grumbled half-heartedly, a lopsided grin on his face. He moved his fingers torturously and flicked his tongue against Steve’s lips, crooning lowly, “What was it ya wanted again, pretty boy?”
Steve narrowed his eyes and had no intention of admitting that their banter increased his arousal—although, he didn’t seem to be alone in it. “Says the jerk.” His cheeks flushed despite having his hand around Bucky’s cock and he stroked him firmly as he repeated, “I want to feel ‘em more.” And then nearly, to his detriment, “I wanna feel you more—”
Bucky hissed a curse and stopped Steve’s hand, hiding his face in the crook of his neck. He tried to calm himself down, not wanting to make a fool of himself by cumming too soon.
The last thing he expected was to hear Steve’s worried voice in his ear. “Did I—did I do something wrong?”
Bucky immediately lifted his head, desperate to reassure Steve. He shook his head in an adamant no and then appeared flustered, even embarrassed.
Apparently it was even harder to reign in his honesty when he was well… hard, because Bucky heard himself say, “Sweetheart, ya haven’t done a thing wrong in your life.”
“You, uh… you were doin’ the opposite—y’know? Real good, too good, ‘n I almost…” Bucky gestured with his hand and it clicked for Steve.
Steve couldn’t help snorting at the crude gesture and he regretted it right away, seeing Bucky wince. He was quick to spread his hand on Bucky’s chest and pet the hairs there. Neither cared that their antics had paused, this was more important.
“I wasn’t makin’ fun, Buck. I mean, I guess kinda was but only ‘cause… ain’t that the point?” Steve wiggled his eyebrows in the hopes it would make Bucky smile, and it did. “Don’t you wanna cum?” He trailed his fingers around Bucky’s chest, his tone soft and flirty.
“Christ, ‘course I wanna.” Bucky lightly gripped Steve’s thigh and kneaded it. “But ‘m not usually such a quick draw, I swear it.” He promised and it showed Steve that it was something he was sensitive about.
Bucky was feeling insecure. Steve could understand that, as judging from Bucky’s stories he was proud of his sexual abilities and they gave him an ego boost.
Steve’s expression softened and he impulsively kissed Bucky’s cheek, “I believe ya, Buck.” He lowered his hand back to his length. “But that doesn't matter ta’me. Why would it?”
Bucky’s heart did a weird thing in his chest, it caught on that question. Why would it?
It felt like Steve’s eyes were boring into him, that gorgeous little smile on his face while he stroked him slowly. There was no judgment or expectation in his gaze. Steve didn’t care how long he lasted or the success of his prior exploits, and he saw him as more than a handsome face or for what he could give. Steve cared about him, and—
“Bucky, all I care about is makin’ you feel the way you’re makin’ me feel.”
Bucky’s brain nearly ground to a halt and a groan tore from deep in his chest. He expressed what that meant to him by kissing Steve passionately and bringing their tongues together.
He brought Steve’s leg higher up his hip while they made out and Steve bit his bottom lip, tugging it between his teeth. Bucky moaned delightedly as Steve flashed those pretty lashes his way, obviously trying to kill him.
“Two can play that game, babydoll.” Bucky grabbed Steve’s perky ass and smirked, moving his hand lower.
“I have no clue what—oh Christ, that’s… Oh.” Steve lost his train of thought when one of Bucky’s fingers pressed into him, careful and unhurried, at the same time Bucky kissed his neck. “—you’re talkin’ about…” he finished in a gaspy breath, pleasure coiling in his gut.
Bucky had to take a moment to gather himself as well. His toes had actually curled because he was inside of Steve and words couldn’t describe how mind-blowing he felt. Not to mention, Steve was fondling his balls.
Steve was distracted with his own pleasure and was still subconsciously wrapped up in his. Bucky thought it was hot and sweet.
“Yeah?” Bucky grinned, teasing his lips down Steve’s neck. He placed open mouthed kisses as he went and grinned, his teeth scraping Steve’s skin. “So ya weren’t usin’ that Stevie charm ta’drive me wild?” He curled his finger, searching for that special spot inside Steve.
“You think I’m charming?” Steve remarked in a mewl, smug and needy.
Bucky snorted fondly and thumbed Steve’s cock, “‘Course that’s your take away.” It was an adamant yes, but he was a little shit and instead of answering Bucky found that spot and rubbed it.
Steve whimpered and pressed their foreheads together, his lust spiking. Eager to reduce Bucky to the same state, he wrapped his hand around him and started to jerk Bucky off.
He could feel how badly Steve wanted to make him cum.
Bucky’s eyes slipped shut and he swore eloquently into the sliver of space between their mouths, “Fuck.”
“Want more, Buck—please,” Steve clenched around Bucky’s finger and whined high in his throat, rolling his hips.
Bucky gave Steve exactly what he wanted and pushed another inside him. “Is that better, baby?” He asked with half-lidded eyes, his fingers fitting as if they belonged there.
Steve moaned an affirmative and bared his neck. Bucky dragged his tongue over the sensitive skin and thrusted harder this time. He honed in on his sweet spot, wanting to make Steve unravel at the seams.
Steve’s cock pulsed and he tightened around Bucky’s fingers curiously, eliciting a deep groan from Bucky. He mumbled against Steve’s throat about how perfect he felt and how soaked he was—the praise shot directly to his pussy.
Steve was lost in the sensation of being full, his pleasure building. Bucky’s gaze was drawn to Steve’s kiss-swollen lips when they parted in an exhale and begged, “Please don’t stop.”
The coil in Steve’s gut wound tighter as he pumped his fist over Bucky’s cock and he could hear he was in the same boat.
“Wouldn’t dream’a it,” Bucky groaned, low and deep, locking eyes with Steve while he promised, “I wanna give ya exactly what you want, sugar—for as long as y’want it.”
His words fell heavy between them and although neither man was in the state of mind to process that properly, it seemed to light a fuse nonetheless.
They hardly noticed the rain that continued to pour.
Steve thumbed at the head of Bucky’s cock, silky and slick with precum. He brought his hand back down this length and Bucky could feel the sentiment.
Mindless with pleasure, Steve moaned back, “Want it.”
Bucky moved his fingers to Steve’s swollen cock, stroking and rubbing it relentlessly. He wasn’t sure if Steve meant he wanted more now, in the future, or if he was talking about making him cum (it was all three).
Whatever he wanted though, Bucky was ready to give him.
Steve’s movements became hot and frantic, his hips jerking like he couldn’t get enough of Bucky touching him. They were both panting and letting out choked-off moans, getting closer and closer to that peak.
What really did them in was when Bucky sunk his fingers back into Steve’s tight heat and they felt completely connected, sharing breath and each other’s moans. It was undeniably intimate.
Steve canted his hips and whined deep from his chest, before a groan rumbled from him. Bucky proceeded to fuck Steve with his fingers again, his thrusts matching Steve’s fast strokes.
When Steve breathed, “Buck,” he knew he was done for. Steve’s name rolled off his tongue as if it were prayer, “Stevie.”
Fireworks went off inside them and it was a miracle they caught each other’s lips in time. It felt special too, because those noises were just for the two of them.
Steve spasmed around Bucky’s fingers while he spilled into his fist, their gasps exchanged between messy kisses. They came to a natural end as Steve and Bucky melted into the bed, coming down from that high.
Bucky’s eyes opened and a dopey grin spread across his features. It had been so unlike his prior sexual encounters, that he wondered if it was what people meant when they said ‘making love’.
Steve couldn’t help smiling back and his stomach fluttered, having similar thoughts.
Bucky couldn’t think of how else to sum up everything that happened, then, “Well… fuck.” Steve didn’t appear to mind though, he just snorted in agreement.
“Tell me about it,” Steve smirked and took his hand away from Bucky’s softening length, wrinkling his nose at the sticky mess.
Bucky watched, both amazed and horrified, as Steve lifted his fingers with an interested frown and licked up some of his cum. Steve made a soft sound and shrugged, “Ain’t so bad.”
Bucky thought Steve was down playing it, however, because he cleaned the rest of it off with his tongue. Apparently Steve didn’t realise he’d find it hot, judging by the way his eyes widened once he saw his face.
After that, it definitely felt intentional.
“Two can play that game, doll.” Bucky reminded him, flashing that cocky look. “‘N I already know you taste good.”
Steve’s cheeks turned pink and he challenged, “You wouldn’t.” As much as he was glad to not be overstimulated, he missed how it felt to be full of Bucky’s fingers when they were removed. It also told him Bucky wasn’t playing around.
Steve bit his lip and tracked Bucky’s hand, not doing a good job at hiding that the idea excited him. Bucky sucked on his fingers and licked them clean, moaning proudly.
“I’d eat’cha up any day, pretty boy.” Bucky sent him a wink, playful and yet a genuine offer.
Steve processed the offer with a blush, a bashful smile playing on his lips. Bucky reached down for his discarded briefs—Steve took the opportunity to stare his ass, of course—and used them for easy cleanup.
Steve found it romantic because Bucky was sweet enough to clean him up too and make sure he was comfortable, pulling the blanket up to keep him warm.
“Can I kiss you again?” Bucky cupped Steve’s cheek and regretted his earlier choice for a moment, realising it might impact his answer.
Steve thought it was a dumb question and kissed him, no longer shy about tasting himself on Bucky’s tongue (and a little curious too, because Bucky didn’t seem to care about tasting himself).
He tangled their legs together and murmured against his mouth, “Does that answer your question, Buck?”
“One’a them, yeah.” Bucky’s lip curled and Steve made a noise for him to continue. “So, what’s the verdict?”
Steve knew Bucky was asking if he liked to have his pussy eaten but he thought it would be more fun to hum in thought and then reply, “I’m definitely queer.”
Bucky snorted and the pair fell into chuckles.