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[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]

[Oh, Steve knows that title will probably be brought up during off-duty hours while with the rest of the Howling Commandos, as part of a joke. But that was okay too, he's always been take the piss out of himself, especially if it was to make friends laugh in a grim time.

A low moan escaped his lips as he finally felt that hard cock rubbing against his thighs and his thighs and his ass and he can't help but shove back a little, trying to get it where he wants it to, inside of him. The lone finger felt good, but he wants more. Hasn't he been patient enough?

However, when Bucky turns his head for a kiss, he meets it with equal gentleness. It's fine, Steve tried to convey, you can't hurt me, I can take it and I'll like it very much.]

[it's almost the gentle kiss that does him in; there's a hard, aroused gust of air against Steve's face as Bucky breathes hard suddenly through his nose, and he lets the kiss linger a little before pulling back. His hands go back, one settled on Steve's hip, the other wrapped around his cock. Eyes lowered, he guides it to Steve's hole, pressing the head in, opening him up.

He lets him feel that for a few seconds, savors the tightness wrapped around the tip of him...right before his hips roll, and he slides home in one long, hard thrust with a groan]

[There is a loud gasp as he is finally breached and Steve arched his back, eyes closing to concentrate on the feeling, to not get distracted by anything else. And when Bucky stops right after the head was in Steve has to bite back the swear words that's about to escape his mouth.

Then as Bucky started moving again, there's a brief flash of not-quite pain mixed with relief as the other man slides all the way in. Steve had opened himself up with his fingers before, using plenty of lubricant but this was quite different than fingers. He forces himself to relax around the hard cock inside of him but it wasn't long before he was impatient again.]

C'mon, Bucky. Move!

[Bucky's never going to get tired of seeing that look of concentration mingled with bliss on Steve's face. Not in a million years. He likes it even better when Steve has to control himself and keep those swears in and not shove back.

Well...mostly. Bucky's trying to get himself ready to pound into Steve, he needs a second, when Steve snaps back at him]

I'll move when I want to, stop being so damn bossy-!

[Bucky's trying to savor the moment, he'll ride him good as soon as he's sure he's not about to come right on the spot... and part of him's had it with Steve right now. He loves the guy, he's his best friend. But Steve's that guy who pushes and pushes, wears a guy down and...He doesn't think. Bucky just acts. He lets Steve have a good smack with the flat of his palm against the side of his thigh, and it's the sound of his flesh smacking his that drives home what he did.

And he goes very still, face burning suddenly.]

Oh shit. I'm sorry.

[Steve pushes because it's all he knows. Before, from the time he was born to when he was remade into Captain America, he's had to push for everything he had. Push his frail and weak body into simply living, push to work to keep himself alive, push for the chance to become a soldier to defend his country. It's his default reaction even now.

The hitting is new. He hisses in reaction to it but it didn't hurt (it'll have to be a lot stronger for it to hurt) but it sends an quick flash of something through Steve and he automatically clenches up on the cock inside him.]

Don't you dare pull out or stop.

Edited 2014-07-17 10:19 (UTC)

[A guilty look goes across his face, partially because he'd actually been about to pull out and stop, and because he'd just given his best friend a swat. The only saving grace is that he didn't swat his ass; he's never done that to any of the birds he'd dated even.

He doesn't have anything smartass to say, his face is burning, and his cock's suddenly being squeezed even more by Steve that has his hands tightening around his waist. He gives a small shove, just instinct, before he remembers what Steve's asking for.

He draws back, all the way, then plunges in hard. His fingers tighten on Steve's hips as he sets up a pounding rhythm, hips slapping into the back of his ass and breath uneven]

[The swat was something Steve will ask about later but for now? He was finally getting what wanted, that hard cock pounding in and out of his ass, hard. Steve moans unashamedly as his prostrate was grazed every two or three thrusts.

A minute or two more, then Steve was doing his best to shove his hips back in counterpoint to Bucky's thrusts, disregarding the hands on his hips.

He was close, so very close now.]

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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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