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body heat meme

The Body Heat Meme

Post with your character! They're now stuck in a very cold place of your choice. It can be anything, such as a freezing chamber, a cavern or a small cabin in the midst of a blizzard. The choice is up to you.
Comment around! Now your character has some company in this bone-chilling environment. The two of them share two things in common: clothes completely unfitting for this weather (be they summer clothes or even lingerie) and a blanket.
A blanket? Yes, just one warm blanket and no other ways to escape the cold. The two of them will have to share it in order to stay alive in this weather. Don't worry, you're sure to find a common language in this terrible situation!
So, uh, have fun, I suppose. Try to not freeze to death!
Protip: friction and body heat are both excellent ways to fend off cold.

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Not flattery if it's the truth.

[ Easy and offhand and entirely sincere, as sweet as the flick and twist of his hand over and around the head of Bucky's gradually rousing cock is sinful. It's fun, taking his time. Learning the changing shape of him, knowing for certain he wants this.

Likes when he gets playful, the sharp edge of teeth twisting it's own shiver out of Tony. ]

[ The truth. Heh. The truth is his life is twelve kinds of unconventional, on a good day. This shouldn't be the constant, the thing he gets to have, considering the things he's done. But Tony is every bit as honest as he is flippant, and there's no question that he means it.

Scars, trauma, and all the other baggage, and they still get to work through this, day after day. He gets that chance.

His teeth rake against his own lip after a moment, eyelids fluttering shut. When he speaks, it's a little thicker, a little lower than usual. ]

Don't remember that rule. Tease.

Not a tease if I mean to follow through.

[ His fingers skid along the underside, palm rolling over the head of his cock, thumb flicking across the slit. Little by little he's firming up, and the gradual shift from semi-stoic and sarcastic to breathless and rumbling is fucking fascinating to chart in real time. ]

Because I am going to follow through. Hey, do me a favor? [ They're close to the edge of the bed, that makes this easier. ] First drawer of the nightstand, grab the lube? Try using your metal arm, it's not changing temperature so dramatically.

[ That arm curls outward, metal plates winking in the dim display lights across the room, and a finger hooks into the drawer handle to tug it out. Same arm he's lost twice. Once to Stark. Hurt like a son-of-a-bitch...

Past that point, now. If the hand on his dick was any indication. The swipe of a calloused thumb pad over the slit gets a jerk and a soft, affectionate swear.

Before the bottle of lube gets shoved up against the meat of Stark's shoulder with a swift intake of breath to steady him out again. ]

Cheater.

Hardly. If I was cheating I'd be using my tongue.

[ Which he can't do without leaving Bucky exposed to whatever cold is seeping out from his skin, so. Hand it is, using all his usual tricks to get him worked up enough for this to be good. Having the lube helps, a flick and a click of the lid gives him a (slightly chilly) palmfull that eases the friction between his hand and Bucky's skin. ]

[ Funnily enough? The chill doesn't last long. Something about touching skin is all that matters, like it's a last warm meal, and he just drinks it in. God, he's been so starved for affectionate touch that his nerves still crackle alight whenever they recognize it.

One day he might take hard and enjoy it. He used to. Right now, Tony seems to know exactly what it is he does need. ]

Shit--

Got you. [ Got him going, got him mostly there and it's as good a place to start as any, fingers curling tight to pump him slick and slow to help him along the rest of the way. ] So I was thinking-

[ And it's an important thought, here, do pay attention. ]

I'm going to have to take it slow. Maximise contact and duration of said concact, you know? It might take awhile. Or do you want this done as soon as possible?

Knew it was gonna be slow, it's always slow...

[ Not that he cares. Not that that makes it anything but good, dragging it out until he can barely stand to stay in his own skin, because the hands roaming over him and touching and exploring are done hurting him. He trusts him to make it good, always.

Still, there's a restless little shift against the sheets, those half-lidded eyes resting on Tony as best they can, close as he's sprawled himself. ]

Don't think I mind now, do you?

[ slow enough to ache for hours afterward and always, always worth it. To watch Bucky come apart under his hands, to get that sleepy pleased smile afterward ...

It's worth doing and worth doing well. ]

Not even a little.

[ Tony smirks as his slick hand wanders low, palming Bucky's balls, giving them a slight tug. ]

[ The words slip off his tongue at that point. Noise? Yes, there's definitely noise, a breathless little slip as his hips lift off the sheets, his fingers curling towards his palms. Half-hard, now, and it seems a lot for so little, but he can feel the cold retreating. It hasn't disappeared entirely, but the heat seems to have caged it in a smaller and smaller space inside his chest. ]

Nnn...

[ Better? Better. The heat seems to be sticking around a little longer under Bucky's skin even if he moves his hand elsewhere- giving Tony the courage to move. To none too subtly nudge Bucky's thighs apart so he can slip his fingers down, rolling them up against his hole with slick, certain fingers. They manage by inches every time; a little work, a little patience- and it's always, always rewarding.

Especially when one or both of them goes nonverbal. ]

[ Words don't need to be a thing. They often are, the slightly barbed jabs they throw at each other as much a part of the foreplay as anything. But this is when it starts to sink bone deep, and all he wants to do is concentrate on the feel of it.

Like that, there. Rolling his hips and pinching his lower lip between his teeth, with a muted growl trapped in the back of his throat. ]

Right, I'm a tease, huh? I should quit that, it's rude of me. [ White noise for Bucky, he's not saying anything important. Running at the mouth is a thing when he gets him like this- solid and shuddering and just on the edge of the reminder of how much power is hiding under Bucky's fair skin.

Shades of the soldier in appearance only- that's not who Tony's working his fingers into, little by slick, grinding little. ]

[ The Soldier would just take it, bear it. There'd be no low, hungry little noises. He wouldn't be grinding back against that invading pressure, the heat once again blossoming outward in a wash that felt like relief if anything.

His throat bobs in a thick swallow, fingernails digging lightly into the meat of Stark's shoulder. ]

Not made of glass, here.

[ Things he never gets tired of: hearing that, watching Barnes get demanding with how he rolls down against his hand or digs in like it'll make him speed up already. Well, it does, nearly every time it does, and he's working a second finger in, curling both deep to give Bucky exactly what he's asking for. ]

That's a 'get on with it Tony' if I've ever heard one. Maybe I want you to ask nice?

Ass.

[ He hisses at him that time. But then his eyes slide shut, just for a moment. Breathe. Relax. Just a little nudge further, wider, all fine, all good because it's always good. And Tony is usually pretty good about doing things when he's egged on. ]

Thought this was for science...

It is. [ a beat, a huff of laughter warm and rolling as he twists his fingers in slow and deep, rocking his whole hand up against Bucky. ] it just means I write everything down after the fact.

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[ Cutting remarks will have to wait. That little twist he does has Bucky rolling up onto the heels of his feet, pushing upwards with a throaty noise that he bites down around, out of stubbornness. ]

Fuck...

[ Well he's gotten him hard. He has room to feel a little smug, at this point. ]

Note to self- remember this combination of thrust and torque. [ For future reference, of course. In the interest of science he repeats the gesture, twisting, rocking, eyes locked on Bucky's face and he is smirking; quite pleased with himself. If he gets the full brooklyn to come out while words are still a thing? He'll call it a win. ]

What, don't get all shy on me now, Barnes.

[ Like finely tuning an engine, isn't it? Get the right noise, the right rumble and hum under your fingers. Tony never settles for less than perfect, and here? It's Bucky that gets to reap the rewards of that.

The taunt gets a defiant flash of his eyes, before he gives a very purposeful squeeze down around him. ]

Not hiding, Stark.

Then let me hear you- [ Oh fuck, right, that's a thing. Tony cuts himself off with a swallow, shifting to hold himself more over Barnes to see him better, feel him better, get a sharper angle as he rocks his hand pointedly upward, aiming for what he'd been avoiding.

A new variable, sure- but he wants to watch Buck shudder apart. Needs it. ]

[ Not just about fending off the cold now, and he knows it, even as his mouth drops open around the ragged noise that tears out of his throat. Yes. There, and that heat is now everywhere, all at once, in a wash.

His grip tightens once more. ]

[ The limbs brushing up against his are no longer chilly- the usual radiating heat of a supersoldier rolling off Bucky in waves and Tony will be smug about being correct later. For now? He spares a thought to slick his cock with lube and line himself up, hands angling Bucky's hips to make it easier. ]

Ready?

Yeah. Yeah, just...

[ Do it. Just do it, fill him with that warmth, and let him forget the bite of cold that sends him spiraling back decades. No room for that here, nothing to bear in mind but the weight of his body and the husk in his voice. Things that have become his, and are therefore held tight and close.

Nothing is going to take this from him. ]

As you wish- [ His hand glides along the inside of Bucky's thigh, guiding his leg to tuck around him in the mess of blankets still bundled and piled over his back, some of them sliding free as he leans down. Presses in slow as anything- half because it takes time and half because he's trying, desperately, not to lose the plot before Bucky's ready.

Easier said than done when he's like this, under him, eyes blown dark, hands smoothing along his skin. ] You good?

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