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[1940s era if you're up for it?]

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[It was just an offhand comment, a throwaway line from one night when Bucky was more than a little tipsy. But Steve remembered it, tucked it away in the back of his mind and stayed there until a stray comment from Dernier brought it back again.

It took a bit of doing to make sure the others left them alone during their leave time and was even trickier to get the leather ties around his wrists but it was all worth it. Hopefully.]

Well? Are you going to do more than look?

[Bucky in the meantime has completely forgotten that conversation, namely because getting that drunk tends to help in that department. The only thing he remembers is saying... something to Steve. Whatever it had been, it must've been a kicker, because what Bucky does remember? Is that shocked look on Steve's face, his jaw dropping a little, and squeezing that shot glass (Steve can't get drunk, they've found, but he does it to keep the boys company) so hard that for a second Bucky fears for its life. He wishes he could remember what it was, because any chance you got to stun Steve stupid was something to remember.

So he'd mostly just filed that away, gone about his business, and forgotten about that night.

Bucky really has no idea what he's about to walk in to, only that they finally have leave, and he's going to grasp the chance with both hands. He's got a bottle of what the locals swear up and down is the town's pride and joy; supposedly it's so strong it can knock down a horse with a whiff, so maybe this will get Steve even a little tipsy. He needs a little fun now and then.

Bucky opens the door, closes it, and turns. The bottle drops to the ground, miraculously doesn't shatter and rolls into the door. Steve's laid out, hands bound behind him, and Bucky completely forgets how to speak, because he looks incredible. Bucky finds his voice. He means to ask, Steve, what are you doing? How the hell did you know or really anything else that comes a little hoarse out of his mouth next]

...How the hell did you manage to tie yourself up?

[Steve had been shocked that time he heard it, because it was the last thing he expected. But he'd been intrigued too and the idea had been like earworm buzzing in his brain until war business had put it to the back of his mind. He didn't bring it up again, especially since Bucky himself couldn't remember it.

Maybe this would jog his memory. ]

You certainly aren't going to find out from the doorway. And really, this is the first thing you think of? How I tied myself up?

[He wasn't tied up, not really. A few quick tugs of his wrist and he'd be free. It was the illusion of it that counted, or so Steve thought.]

[It takes a second for Bucky to realize Steve's answered at all, because his eyes are locked on the strong line Steve's back is making arched over like that, at his knees in the floor, and it does in fact seem much more important than the logistics.

Bucky's answer is a little belated. But his eyes haven't gone back to his face. He licks his lips, hovers near the door as if he's afraid this picture's going to break if he does what he really wants and joins Steve. He's really praying here that it doesn't. He likes what he sees, loves what he sees.]

How did you know-? [and it comes back to him in a rush. That night in the bar. His eyes narrow: Steve, have you been sitting on this the entire time?] I thought you weren't into this. You acted like I'd just shocked and appalled you that night.

[Steve rolled his shoulders back and forth, trying not to disturb his tied hands. They were starting to get a little stiff. If it also had the effect of making his back muscles ripple, he doesn't know.]

I heard you that night. And yeah, I was surprised, you punk. Didn't expect it of you. Definitely didn't expect you to say it in public but you were so utterly wasted that time I'm surprised you remembered your own name.

[He made a show of tugging at his bonds.]

Going to do anything, punk? Or just going to watch all night? [Steve really hoped not. He'd rather all this work not go to waste. Wasn't this what Bucky really wanted, something buried so deeply that only strong drink could bring it out. And once he thought it so, Steve knew it was something he wanted too.]

[Bucky watches that back roll, muscles shifting, and he's forgotten all about trying to see if they can ever get Steve drunk. Who needs that when this looks a lot more fun?Part of it is seeing Steve like this - to a lot of people - and sometimes even his friend- he comes off as very wholesome, the boy next door, certainly not the guy who'd be into this. Bucky's got this urge to reach down and readjust himself]

Should've seen your face, you caught a lot of flies that night. [it's killing him a little not to remember exactly what he must've blurted out that night.

At the challenge, Bucky remembers himself. And makes his way right to Steve's side, hand reaching out to settle along his back and drag his palm down his spine. He tilts Steve's head up a little with his other hand and presses his lips to his]

[Getting drunk was never in Steve's plans when they go on leave, whether he alone with Bucky or with the other Howling Commandos, no matter how much they tried. Someone had to keep a level head and an eye on things and it might as well be him, considering alcohol didn't work on him at all.

Steve was well aware what others, even Bucky his best friend, thought of him. The all-American boy, clean-cut and completely wholesome. They all forgot he lived in Brooklyn before the war, that he travelled with a group of chorus girls for months (the things they talked about made him blush so hard until he got used to it, and there was all the things soldiers discussed among themselves when they thought officers were out of sight and hearing.

He didn't bother replying to Bucky's comment about open mouths, simply sighed into the other man's mouth as he felt a hand (finally!) touch him. Steve opened his mouth immediately to Bucky's, touch flicking out to invite Bucky's out to play.]

[It's a big part of the appeal to see Steve, the Army's wonderboy and all around clean-cut guy, the guy who swore so infrequently that it was almost a big surprise when he did drop some choice words, like this. Steve's always seemed to be up there, a little too good for the world. While the soldiers are gossiping, talking about the pistols they'd just met in the next town over or this and that, you don't think Steve would be joining them.

But knowing Steve can get down and a little dirty makes him closer to home, or maybe Bucky just likes seeing if he can corrupt Steve a little.

He laughed a little as that sigh gusted against his mouth, almost asks Steve how long he's been waiting here tied up like that, but that kind of thing tends to ruin the moment. And Bucky really doesn't want to shoot this in the foot. His hand slides up to his hair, fingers sinking in, gripping a little as he gasps at the flicker of tongue. pft, two can play at that game, Bucky thinks, and besides, he's got loads more experience. Challenge accepted.

Bucky slides his tongue between his lip, edging closer to Steve, and deepens the kiss, sliding against Steve's tongue, dancing against his lower lip, tracing every corner of his mouth]

[He had promised Doctor Erskine to 'be a good man' but that didn't mean 'virginal', 'untouchable' or 'perfect'. Captain America is a leader and role model but underneath that he was still Steve Rogers, just a kid from Brooklyn. He doesn't like gossiping about women like that (it was disrespectful) and there was no need to swear every other word. Steve considered this to be just basic decency.

There was nothing indecent or wrong about this, especially if it was with Bucky.

Steve spent more time figuring out how he was going to tie his own hands behind his back, buck naked and feeling rather silly until it came together then actually waiting for his best friend to return. Not that he was going to talk about this now that Bucky was finally touching and kissing him. Not going to think about it too much either, he was too busy enjoying the feel of Bucky's mouth against his, the clever and far more experienced tongue playing against his own. He eagerly pressed his entire upper body closer as best as he could without unbalancing himself.]

[It might have ruined the moment watching Steve try and figure the logistics out in getting himself in this position, and because Bucky's his friend, which means he can be a jackass to Steve at times, that means Bucky would've paid good money to watch that comedy show happen.

Bucky hums a little against his lips, groaning a little when Steve presses as close as he can without toppling himself or both of them into the table. He's never going to get used to Steve being built like this now or the fact that he's like a furnace, but what Bucky does like better is that he doesn't have to be nearly so careful around him. A firm lick against his lower lip before Bucky draws back, forehead pressed his, lips shy of touching and breath ghosting against his skin.

A hand's curled firmly at the nape of his neck, giving him a squeeze]

How long have you been waiting?

[He would certainly risk a bit of teasing from Bucky if this was the final result, of feeling Bucky's hands and lips on him unreservedly. The gain was certainly more than the cost. And he'd repeat it as many times as necessary.

When Bucky broke the kiss he couldn't help but try to lean forward just a smidgen more, to chase those lips back, only to stop when he felt a hand on the back of his neck. He looked unhesitatingly into Bucky's eyes, keeping his body still. Steve knows the other man still hasn't gotten used to his new body, can tell in the way Bucky's gaze would linger just a little too long on him, or the half hesitant slaps on the back or punches in the shoulder.]

Long enough. [There was just a hint of coyness in his answer that added a silent: Going to keep me waiting some more?]

[Bucky twitches back just a little so Steve can't chase those lips back, and he might pay for being a tease when they're done here, but right now, there's just something about seeing Steve needing and having to wait. Steve's a lot of things, but right now, patient isn't one of them. He's going to hazard a guess, just one, that Steve's not going to want any foreplay, he wants to jump to the main event. Bucky wouldn't mind seeing those amazing lips wrapped around him, but even if Steve's tied up, "at his mercy" (yeah right, they both know he can bust out of those by sneezing at it, but the illusion's pretty hot), it's still Steve's show. Can't fault a guy for knowing what he wants.]

How do you want me, Captain?

[even as he speaks, Bucky just can't stop himself from touching Steve, exploring every new inch of him, palm settling on his ribs and sliding that long slow path down to his hips, fingers splaying over the curve of his ass. He doesn't dip his fingers in yet, though he's wondering if Steve got a chance to prepare himself too or not, because he's already gone the extra mile already....]

Hard and rough or slow and steady?

[he's throwing in his own silent vote for hard and rough right now, especially when Steve's baby blues meet his like that (Bucky's moistened his lips, shivers a little and presses the heel of his palm into the bulge pressing against his own pants, but still.]

Edited 2014-07-08 09:02 (UTC)

[Oh, Bucky will pay for teasing him, keeping him waiting like this. He can't think of anything right now but then there was more important things to do at the moment. Like getting Bucky to touch him more with his hands and lips, and wants that cock moving inside of him yesterday. He could be patient when it came to matters of war, of anything else but with this, Steve decides, he's waited long enough.

He sees Bucky's actions, that slip of tongue over pink lips and the way the other man pressing against his own erection to keep himself from ending the game too soon and he knows it won't take much to get Bucky to do more than just a hand sliding down his bare body. He licks his own dry lips before replying. ]

You kept me waiting for too long, jerk. Got more than enough time to get myself slick and stretched for you. Took three fingers in, easy, so you can just get right in as hard and rough as you like right from the start.

[Steve's voice was rough and he was blushing from his neck down his chest but his voice remained steady and eyes bright with lust as the words continued to come out of his mouth.]

You ask me how I want you? I want you out of those clothes ten minutes ago so I can suck you, get you nice and wet with my mouth. Then you're going to take me hard and rough just like this. That clear enough for you, Bucky?

[Holy shit. He didn't think his brain could just short out like that, but Steve manages it. Bucky's lips part, suddenly speechless for a moment, and he stares a little dumbly at Steve for a moment, and yeah, his cock enthusiastically gives a little jump where it's pressed too tight against the front of his pants.

His voice is ragged and uneven when he speaks, and he leans in to nip him right under the ear]

Holy God, you've been holding out on me. Who knew you got that kind of mouth on you?

[and a little sarcastically, he's always had a hard time thinking of Steve as Captain America - he's just always been Steve to him;]

Yes, crystal clear, sir.

[It's almost embarrassing how fast Bucky scrambles to get out of his clothes, and he's never sure afterwards how he managed all the buttons, zippers or the belt, but consider him very motivated to succeed. Naked and achingly hard, he spreads his legs, hand sliding to his neck and giving him a nudge downwards. He really wants to see those generous lips wrapped around him]

Bet you're just aching for even a taste of this the entire time.

[Steve feels a small burst of pride at being able to put that look on Bucky's face, to cause that big a reaction in the other man's body, and it shows in his eyes and lips.]

I've always had a mouth on me Bucky. [It was his mouth (and his sheer stubbornness) that had gotten him repeatedly beaten up in the back alleys of Brooklyn after all. This was just a slightly different application of it.

And as Bucky strips, his mouth goes dry and he almost wishes the other man would go a bit slower. He doesn't really need the nudge on his neck because as soon as Bucky's spread his legs, he was already bending downwards to take the head of Bucky's hard cock in his mouth. Steve made as sound of satisfaction as Bucky's cock filled his mouth. There was no need to answer the other man's last comment; his reaction alone should be answer enough.

His own cock was hard and leaking steadily against his stomach and Steve wished for one moment he could take a hand to it. But no...it was far too soon to ruin the illusion of him being tied up just for Bucky, not when Bucky liked it so much.]

[Yes, Steve's always run his mouth, could never seem to stop himself, but not all filthy like that. If this is what it takes to get Steve to dig into that part of him, Bucky decides, I'm running my mouth drunk around him more often. Because even though he's going to screw Steve into the ground (though making the promise that he's going to fuck him so hard he can't walk right for a week kind of loses it's sting with the serum - hey, it's the thought that counts), and even though Steve's the one tied up, there's something very hot about Steve calling the shots.

Bucky's legs spread a little on their own, giving Steve plenty of space to lean in and down, and God, Steve doesn't even need much prompting or even a second. He slides Bucky's cock right into his mouth. Those lips slide along the heated flesh and Bucky's breath chokes out as he takes more of him in in. His thighs tremble a little, with the effort it's taken not to just bury himself down his throat. Because even though he's got a lot more experience under his belt, Steve has a way of getting under his skin, and coming now isn't the plan here. Steve's hard too. Bucky can see it from here; he's really aching for it. He'd love to do the same to him, go to town on that dick with his lips, but that's also not for right now - maybe later, Bucky thinks. Steve's got that increased stamina of his, and once Bucky got over being a mix of a little annoyed, embarrassed and intimidated by it - there's nothing like Steve outlasting him to tick a guy off- it's actually made things even more fun.

Once Bucky's sure he's not about to embarrass himself right on the spot (his hands have gone to Steve's hair, twisting, keeping him from pulling back or going further, just holding him there), Bucky gives a long roll of his hips, thrusting into that delicious heat]

Edited 2014-07-11 00:04 (UTC)

[If this is the result of Steve running his mouth like this, he'll definitely have to remember it for the future. Not every time though because surely there were other things Bucky wants he could do but variety is good. (He's also noted the way Bucky responds to the way he told him exactly what he wants tonight and puts it away to think about another day.) It's all very good and it'll keep things interesting. For now though, he'll keep his thoughts on the hard fuck he's been promised. The way his body recovered so fast is a boon, especially on the battlefield but sometimes though Steve wishes he could turn it off just for a little bit, so he could really feel the ache of a good rough fuck, to feel those muscles stretched and used well.

Bucky tastes sharp and a little bitter in his mouth and he sucks harder, eager for more of that taste. He would have worked himself down on Bucky's dick already except for the other man's hands holding him still. So he keeps himself still and relaxes his mouth and tongued around the head, allowing Bucky to thrust into his mouth as much as he pleased. Steve did say he wants to get Bucky nice and wet earlier for his planned for fuck and this was just one step in his plan for tonight.]

[Bucky lets out a sharp gasp as he feels Steve relax around him, and his fingers tighten a little painfully when he feels that tongue stroking around the tip of him. He has to remember to release that grip, fingers massaging his scalp as if to silently say sorry as he begins to thrust in and out of his mouth; unlike that fuck he's planning for Steve, he's a lot more careful here, just slowly sliding himself in and out between those lips.

Well, that's the plan at first; do this then get to Steve, but he's starting to lose himself in the feeling of being buried in Steve's mouth, hips pulsing and eyes falling closed]

Anyone ever tell you you got lips just made for sinning?

[Steve doesn't mind the pain from Bucky's fingers in his hair, it just makes everything else stand out for him. He also wouldn't mind if Bucky went a little faster, a little more deeper. If his voice will sound just a bit hoarse afterwards that's completely all right.

But he still wants that hard fuck he's been promised and he has to answer Bucky's question anyway so he pulls back with a wet plop from Bucky's dick, ignoring the hands trying to tug him back in his hair. Absently he licks his lips for any remaining taste of him...there wasn't much and he's tempted to go back down immediately.]

I'm sure that's how you usde to get all the dames back home, with smooth talk just like this, Buck.

[That little, slick pop is the dirtiest thing he's ever heard. His hips push up a little, cock pressing up to try and slide himself back in, by Steve's pulling off despite the grip Bucky's got on his hair.

Bucky levels a look that's both a little dazed and a little dirty; Steve, what the hell are you doing pulling off. Now's a great time to forget what a rhetorical question is, and he's thinking Steve's doing it on purpose. Wise ass.

Well, it's hard to keep that glare when Steve's tongue darts out and licks those lips that are starting to look a little swollen. Bucky stares a second too long, then remembers he's supposed to actually be a little annoyed with Steve right now.]

I'm a lot more of a gentleman to them than that. You're a punk, so I don't have to be. Now you gonna get back in there or not? [Bucky's hand has drifted down his stomach, lingered on his hip bones and wrapped around himself, giving his cock a lazy jerk]

[That dazed look on Bucky's face and the way his hips push up immediately did wonders for Steve's sense of satisfaction, that he could do this to Bucky. The corner of his lips twitches upwards in a smirk as he notices Bucky's stare and he deliberately licks his lips again, slower this time, just to tease.]

And you're a jerk with a bad memory. Forgetting what I told you already?

[Even as he shiits back with that reminder, it's his turn to stare. Steve's eyes are fixed on the hand Bucky's slowly moving down his torso and to the way Bucky's touching himself. Again, he's tempted to just break free of the sham of the bindings around his wrists, remove Bucky's hand and replace it with his own hand or with his mouth again.]

[Too bad that tongue that's licking, teasing across Steve's lips (because sometimes Steve's a complete jackass, don't think he doesn't see what you're doing), Bucky's not even going to hide the smug look that goes his face when Steve's eyes get drawn down to the little show just for him. Bucky let's his hand stroke a path from his cock to his inner thigh, slowly, so slowly, because it's a little bit in retaliation for him stopping that world class blow job; Steve can bust out of those things, so it's gotta be killing him to control that urge.]

And you're a bossy, impatient wise-ass.

[Unfortunately Bucky's own control only goes so far. He pumps himself one more time, then gets to his feet, walking around Steve as if inspecting him from every angle, before sinking to his knees behind him, hands stroking his hips before dipping a finger down his spine, then into him, checking to see if he's relaxed, still stretched.

Sure Steve said he was ready, more than ready, and he heals fast,but he sure as hell isn't ever going to hurt him]

Edited (sorry, last edit, forgot the dialogue.) 2014-07-14 06:16 (UTC)

[Steve adds that smug look to a list in his mind, the one that says: Things Bucky will pay for when they're done hear, with 'Bucky being a tease' being at the top of that list. Watching that rough calloused hand tease them both, Steve considered for the n-th time that evening to just break free and pounce. But a plan was a plan and he was stubborn enough not to give in to Bucky showing off.]

That's Captain wise-ass to you. And I wouldn't be so impatient if you didn't keep me waiting.

[That last word was more a sigh than a word as he felt (finally!) a single finger slip tentatively into him. Even as fast as his healing was, he should still be relatively stretched. And still relaxed and wet, as Steve made sure to use plenty of lube.]

C'mon Bucky, I told you I was ready.

[Bucky snorts; sure, "Captain Wise Ass" to him right now, but he's pretty sure Steve won't find that one funny if he busts out out while they're out on a mission in front of the other Commandos. The guys would love it, of course.

Of course, it's worth it to see what Steve does right after, but Bucky's been at this long enough that you don't go undermining the chain of command, especially during work. Maybe if they've all had a few drinks, he'll slip it in, just to annoy him. He's definitely doing that.

Steve seems as stretched as he said he was, and for a second, Bucky can't help it, he'd love to just dive into that heat; his hips press close, cock rubbing a path up against his thigh and ass, but he doesn't push in just yet. No matter what this is or what Steve wants, he's not going to risk hurting him, even if Steve's being a commanding pain in the ass. He'd never hurt him.

He doesn't quite say it to Steve, but what he gets as an answer is Bucky's hand settling on his hip, the other one turning Steve's face as much as he can and leaning in, lips gently meeting his]

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3 kind of, hope this is okay

looks good to me!

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hah, caught me as I'm about to head out, so here you go. Have some failure

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