Another time we'll try to expand your coffee horizons.
[Which means there's probably going to be a Starbucks date wherein two centenarians attempt to figure out the menu of trendy coffee drinks. It'll be hilarious.
He leans against the counter, relaxed and easy while two empty mugs wait for their drink to be brewed.]
[He hands one mug over to his partner, keeping the second for himself. They’re both black, with pistol grip handles, because someone thinks he’s a hilarious gift giver.]
[It’s half teasing and half not as Bucky prowls right into Steve’s personal space, his free hand finding his partner’s hip with a somewhat possessive squeeze.]
And what, exactly, are you imagining? Being sprawled across my bed with your legs wrapped around me? Draping yourself over my lap and taking me for a ride? Me shoving you against the wall and taking you hard? Or should I just bend you over the counter right here, lick you open until you’re begging me for more?
[With each act he describes Bucky leans in closer, until he’s close enough to murmur right in Steve’s ear, then flick his tongue against the lobe.]
[Steve has to set the mug aside, swallowing hard, feeling the deep flush on his cheeks. He opens and closes his mouth a few times before he's able to speak.]
[Bucky pulls back with a smirk, the hand at Steve’s hip shifting up to curve to his cheek instead. He leans in to dust a light, chaste kiss across Steve’s lips. Sometimes Steve seems to have a hard time asking for what he wants. Bucky’s glad that he’s found the words now, even if they’d echoed a suggestion Bucky himself had made.
Getting Steve to talk dirty is totally a goal of his.]
I’m going to go get the lube. By the time I come back, I want you naked. Can you do that for me?
[It’s not an order, more of a strong suggestion for the short space of time that it’ll take Bucky to walk to his bedroom and back.]
[Steve's face is red, but he grins, nodding. He feels breathless, excited.]
Yeah. I can do that.
[It doesn't take him long to click his boots off, tugging his clothes off and neatly folding them neatly.
His enthusiasm will be obvious once Bucky returns; he's half-hard, even if he's awkwardly resting up against the countertop. He feels nervous, but it's out of excitement more than anything else.]
[It earns Steve a smile and another one of those soft kisses before Bucky slips away from his side, strolling from the kitchen as if it’s the most casual thing ever. In reality he’s excited; he always is, when it’s tangling up with Steve. And it’s not a long walk that he needs to take, though he does move slowly just to give Steve enough time to get over nerves, if there are any.
Coming back to the kitchen is the real treat though: naked Steve, half hard already, and Bucky doesn’t hide the way his eyes eagerly devour every inch of his partner.]
Damn, you look good.
[Bucky steps right into Steve’s space, crowding him against the counter while he puts his mug and the tube he’d grabbed from the bedroom aside. That leaves both hands free to run down Steve’s chest, teasingly working his way to gripping his partner’s hips.]
[Steve is bright red by the time Bucky looks him over, shifting just slightly, not out of self-consciousness, but out of excited nerves. He can feel his heart hammering in his chest. He smiles just slightly at the compliment, giving Bucky an appraising look.]
You look pretty good yourself, pal.
[He makes breathy noises at the touch, reaching out to run his hand down the side of Bucky's face.
He can feel how cold the counter is against his bare skin. In a normal situation, it would probably be something he didn't notice at all, but now it makes Steve shiver with pleasure.]
[The answering compliment makes Bucky smile; try to make something about Steve and he'll still drag you into the spotlight with him. But Bucky doesn't really mind, mostly because they're here together, doing this together. It still shocks him sometimes, how much Steve actually wants him: not just sexually, but as a part of his life. It's truly a gift.
Those quiet little noises have him leaning in to capture them with kisses, teasing against Steve's mouth light and easy. They have time, they have all the time in the world, plenty of time for Bucky to turn Steve into a puddle of bliss. One hand shifts to trace that shiver, running up Steve's back to cup the back of his neck. It's not cold in the apartment but he supposes the air is a little cool for standing naked. Still, he plans to get Steve all hot and squirmy anyway, so it's probably not a concern.]
Do you want anything before we start?
[To finish his coffee, to share a kiss, to have Bucky as naked as he; whatever Steve might wish. Checking in is absolutely a thing for Bucky. He wouldn't be surprised if Steve calls him a mother hen because of how much he does, but still. He's just so focused on making sure that every time they tangle, it's mind blowing for his partner.]
[Steve arches his back, moving forward into the touch, a smile on his lips. It feels nice, and even if the air isn't particular cold, he still feels exposed and vulnerable. Not too long ago it would have made him nervous, but now he just feels a thrill in his stomach at the idea of what they're going to do.
His head tips, so he can brush his nose against Bucky's.]
I kinda want to see you just as naked as me.
[Even if it is mother henning, he appreciates it.]
Let's start slow. Kissing; I want to be able to hold you.
[He's not going to back down, but Steve will always be a romantic at heart.]
[But first kissing, because Steve had requested that too and Bucky enjoys holding Steve just as much as Steve enjoys holding him. He closes that last little bit of distance between them, lips moving in complement to Steve’s, tongue flicking against his mouth playfully. Aside from little things like that he’ll let Steve lead for the most part, let Steve set the pace for what slow entails.
When he does step away though he doesn’t go very far, just enough space between their bodies for him to strip for Steve. It’s efficient more than it is anything else, though Bucky’s always had an awareness of his body and how to move it. Hydra’s training had only enhanced that and while a lot of negativity came out of it, it’s also accentuated the movements of shoulders, the swaying of hips. Soon enough there’s a small pile of clothing on the kitchen floor and Bucky standing in front of his friend, half hard already, one hand raking through his hair and trailing down over his own throat.]
[Steve watches eagerly. It's clear he likes what he sees, staring at Bucky openly. He's fantasized about this before. With Bucky. With Peggy. But it's different now, having this happening right in front of him, up against the counter, waiting for Bucky to take him.
[Steve is welcome to watch all he wants. In fact, the way his gaze lingers gives Bucky ideas, ones he stores away for later. Stripping, showing off for Steve, letting him watch as Bucky pleasures himself— He likes the thought, makes a note to bring it into their play. Later.
For now a smirk crawls across his lips — lips he licks a moment later, eyes flicking over Steve’s body.]
You can tell me all you want. Means you’re looking at me, don’t want you looking at anyone else.
[He leans in for another kiss, biting at Steve’s lips, tongue insistent on chasing his taste.]
Turn around, lean forward over the counter. Let me see you.
[He likes that smirk, likes Bucky looking him up and down. It thrills him, even as a faint amount of blush starts to make its way into his cheeks.]
Wouldn't want to look at anyone else, Buck.
[The kiss leaves him feeling breathless and flushed, like he's seventeen years old, and at risk of turning into a wheezing mess just at the idea of what he's about to do with Bucky. Steve flashes a smile, feeling equal parts exposed and excited, turning around deliberately, accidentally showing off how the red has expanded into his ears as he leans onto the counter on his elbows comfortably, trying to calm his excited nerves.]
[Bucky makes an appreciative noise as Steve turns, admiring the shape and movement of his body. His attraction to Steve isn’t as shallow as to be purely physical, but he won’t deny that there is a physical element to it. And seeing Steve bent over the counter definitely does good things for him; his cock jumps at the sight.
He even likes the way the blush dusts Steve’s skin, the color bleeding from cheeks to ears. It’s so incredibly Steve, and Bucky can’t help but to lean in and press a kiss just behind one of those ears.]
Can you place your hands flat on the counter for me, once you’re comfortable? [It’s murmured near Steve’s ear as a hand traces down his spine, stops just above the curve of his ass. Situational bondage, taking Steve’s mobility away without actually binding him. They’ve had fun with it before, and Bucky thinks it might add to things now.] You remember how to tell me if you want to stop?
[Steve does as asked, his hands flat against the counter. Like this, he's a little less worried about accidentally breaking the counter than he otherwise would be, and this is a lot of fun on top of that.
He turns his head around at the question, carefully not to move too much, because he's too excited to want this to stop, not now, not before it's even started.]
A safe word, right? Something really obvious, so I can say "stop" when I really mean "more", right?
[Steve's gotten a lot better at being able to talk about it, he's pretty sure. It's still a little awkward, but he doesn't feel embarrassed any longer.]
So I replied to this but never actually posted said reply, good job self
[Bucky tips his head to be able to kiss Steve when he turns, a little smile on his face. No stuttering, even though Steve is still red. That’s progress of the best kind, progress that says Steve is getting more and more comfortable with their intimacy.
He squeezes Steve’s ass fondly, admiration clear in his expression.]
Do you have a word you want to use?
[Not that Bucky plans on pushing Steve so hard that he’ll need to tap out, but he still wants the safety of knowing that he can.]
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[Which means there's probably going to be a Starbucks date wherein two centenarians attempt to figure out the menu of trendy coffee drinks. It'll be hilarious.
He leans against the counter, relaxed and easy while two empty mugs wait for their drink to be brewed.]
What kind of trouble are you feeling up to today?
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[Steve smiles a little.]
Would you believe me if I said I hadn't planned that far ahead?
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[Or it’ll be a disaster that they’ll laugh about; either way it works.]
Mmm, I would. Some things are better when they’re not planned. So I guess I should ask if there’s anything in particular that you want to try?
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I guess I'm feeling a little adventurous, I was thinking of letting you pick.
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[The gleam in Bucky’s eyes belies the casual way he says it, and he turns away from Steve only to pour two cups of coffee.]
But I’m flexible.
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I don't think I can turn down an offer like that.
[I mean, he could? But it seems like a good way to end up sleeping on the couch.]
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[He hands one mug over to his partner, keeping the second for himself. They’re both black, with pistol grip handles, because someone thinks he’s a hilarious gift giver.]
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[These are incredible mugs, what are you talking about.
He's bright red, though, so clearly he has an idea of what he wants to do.]
Maybe you fucking me?
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His grin grows a little wider as Bucky eyes Steve over the rim of his mug.]
That can be arranged.
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I'd like that.
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[It’s half teasing and half not as Bucky prowls right into Steve’s personal space, his free hand finding his partner’s hip with a somewhat possessive squeeze.]
And what, exactly, are you imagining? Being sprawled across my bed with your legs wrapped around me? Draping yourself over my lap and taking me for a ride? Me shoving you against the wall and taking you hard? Or should I just bend you over the counter right here, lick you open until you’re begging me for more?
[With each act he describes Bucky leans in closer, until he’s close enough to murmur right in Steve’s ear, then flick his tongue against the lobe.]
What do you want the most, Steve?
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The counter.
[His voice even cracks, dammit.]
Pin me right here, Buck.
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Getting Steve to talk dirty is totally a goal of his.]
I’m going to go get the lube. By the time I come back, I want you naked. Can you do that for me?
[It’s not an order, more of a strong suggestion for the short space of time that it’ll take Bucky to walk to his bedroom and back.]
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Yeah. I can do that.
[It doesn't take him long to click his boots off, tugging his clothes off and neatly folding them neatly.
His enthusiasm will be obvious once Bucky returns; he's half-hard, even if he's awkwardly resting up against the countertop. He feels nervous, but it's out of excitement more than anything else.]
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[It earns Steve a smile and another one of those soft kisses before Bucky slips away from his side, strolling from the kitchen as if it’s the most casual thing ever. In reality he’s excited; he always is, when it’s tangling up with Steve. And it’s not a long walk that he needs to take, though he does move slowly just to give Steve enough time to get over nerves, if there are any.
Coming back to the kitchen is the real treat though: naked Steve, half hard already, and Bucky doesn’t hide the way his eyes eagerly devour every inch of his partner.]
Damn, you look good.
[Bucky steps right into Steve’s space, crowding him against the counter while he puts his mug and the tube he’d grabbed from the bedroom aside. That leaves both hands free to run down Steve’s chest, teasingly working his way to gripping his partner’s hips.]
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You look pretty good yourself, pal.
[He makes breathy noises at the touch, reaching out to run his hand down the side of Bucky's face.
He can feel how cold the counter is against his bare skin. In a normal situation, it would probably be something he didn't notice at all, but now it makes Steve shiver with pleasure.]
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Those quiet little noises have him leaning in to capture them with kisses, teasing against Steve's mouth light and easy. They have time, they have all the time in the world, plenty of time for Bucky to turn Steve into a puddle of bliss. One hand shifts to trace that shiver, running up Steve's back to cup the back of his neck. It's not cold in the apartment but he supposes the air is a little cool for standing naked. Still, he plans to get Steve all hot and squirmy anyway, so it's probably not a concern.]
Do you want anything before we start?
[To finish his coffee, to share a kiss, to have Bucky as naked as he; whatever Steve might wish. Checking in is absolutely a thing for Bucky. He wouldn't be surprised if Steve calls him a mother hen because of how much he does, but still. He's just so focused on making sure that every time they tangle, it's mind blowing for his partner.]
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His head tips, so he can brush his nose against Bucky's.]
I kinda want to see you just as naked as me.
[Even if it is mother henning, he appreciates it.]
Let's start slow. Kissing; I want to be able to hold you.
[He's not going to back down, but Steve will always be a romantic at heart.]
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[But first kissing, because Steve had requested that too and Bucky enjoys holding Steve just as much as Steve enjoys holding him. He closes that last little bit of distance between them, lips moving in complement to Steve’s, tongue flicking against his mouth playfully. Aside from little things like that he’ll let Steve lead for the most part, let Steve set the pace for what slow entails.
When he does step away though he doesn’t go very far, just enough space between their bodies for him to strip for Steve. It’s efficient more than it is anything else, though Bucky’s always had an awareness of his body and how to move it. Hydra’s training had only enhanced that and while a lot of negativity came out of it, it’s also accentuated the movements of shoulders, the swaying of hips. Soon enough there’s a small pile of clothing on the kitchen floor and Bucky standing in front of his friend, half hard already, one hand raking through his hair and trailing down over his own throat.]
This what you wanted?
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He swallows, face flushed, nodding.]
Yeah. Yeah it is.
You're beautiful, Buck. Have I toldja that?
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For now a smirk crawls across his lips — lips he licks a moment later, eyes flicking over Steve’s body.]
You can tell me all you want. Means you’re looking at me, don’t want you looking at anyone else.
[He leans in for another kiss, biting at Steve’s lips, tongue insistent on chasing his taste.]
Turn around, lean forward over the counter. Let me see you.
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Wouldn't want to look at anyone else, Buck.
[The kiss leaves him feeling breathless and flushed, like he's seventeen years old, and at risk of turning into a wheezing mess just at the idea of what he's about to do with Bucky. Steve flashes a smile, feeling equal parts exposed and excited, turning around deliberately, accidentally showing off how the red has expanded into his ears as he leans onto the counter on his elbows comfortably, trying to calm his excited nerves.]
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[Bucky makes an appreciative noise as Steve turns, admiring the shape and movement of his body. His attraction to Steve isn’t as shallow as to be purely physical, but he won’t deny that there is a physical element to it. And seeing Steve bent over the counter definitely does good things for him; his cock jumps at the sight.
He even likes the way the blush dusts Steve’s skin, the color bleeding from cheeks to ears. It’s so incredibly Steve, and Bucky can’t help but to lean in and press a kiss just behind one of those ears.]
Can you place your hands flat on the counter for me, once you’re comfortable? [It’s murmured near Steve’s ear as a hand traces down his spine, stops just above the curve of his ass. Situational bondage, taking Steve’s mobility away without actually binding him. They’ve had fun with it before, and Bucky thinks it might add to things now.] You remember how to tell me if you want to stop?
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He turns his head around at the question, carefully not to move too much, because he's too excited to want this to stop, not now, not before it's even started.]
A safe word, right? Something really obvious, so I can say "stop" when I really mean "more", right?
[Steve's gotten a lot better at being able to talk about it, he's pretty sure. It's still a little awkward, but he doesn't feel embarrassed any longer.]
So I replied to this but never actually posted said reply, good job self
[Bucky tips his head to be able to kiss Steve when he turns, a little smile on his face. No stuttering, even though Steve is still red. That’s progress of the best kind, progress that says Steve is getting more and more comfortable with their intimacy.
He squeezes Steve’s ass fondly, admiration clear in his expression.]
Do you have a word you want to use?
[Not that Bucky plans on pushing Steve so hard that he’ll need to tap out, but he still wants the safety of knowing that he can.]
it happens!
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