[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.]
That's the idea, yes. Something that'll tell me you need to stop, because sometimes the word stop doesn't mean stop. This way I'll know you're serious, just in case something doesn't feel right.
[He waits patiently, because this is important to Bucky and he wants to make sure that Steve is as comfortable as possible before Bucky takes him apart. And he smiles at Steve's word, not because it's funny but because his feelings on eggplant are rather similar. He's sure there's probably a good way to prepare it and he just hasn't encountered it yet, but he's not exactly in a rush to find it either.]
Eggplant it is. Mine is carbine.
[Bucky leans in for another soft kiss, something that lingers just a little bit and speaks to the affection he feels for his partner. It underlies everything they do together, from the mundane to the sexual, and that's what makes Steve so special, in Bucky's eyes: he's never felt this way toward anyone, not as intensely as he does for Steve. That means something.
He squeezes Steve's ass again, leaning back just enough to catch his gaze.]
Makes sense. Hopefully we won't need them, I've liked everything you've shown me so far.
[He trusts Bucky completely; they know each other so well, it'll probably be obvious if one of them is suddenly not enjoying it, but Steve doesn't think it'll be a problem. Especially when Bucky leans in, and Steve kisses him back, liking the attention, liking how Bucky wants to share this with him. It always makes Steve feel intensely satisfied, before they've even done anything.
And then Bucky does that and he squeaks out a breathy noise, nodded.]
I don't think we will, but part of trust is knowing that we can stop if we need to.
[Not that they've ever gotten to that point, and not that Bucky plans to push Steve anywhere near it. Still it does make him feel a little more settled to have that safety net, because they've both been through traumas they don't talk about and being unexpectedly triggered is certainly a possibility — one he'd rather avoid, if they can.
He drops one last kiss against Steve's mouth, a smile on his face as he pulls away. Steve's already making the most wonderful little noises of want; Bucky plans on making him a hell of a lot more vocal.]
Good. Lean forward again, keep your hands on the counter.
[Once Steve is in position Bucky leans over him to press a kiss to the base of his neck, the first in a series of kisses that make their way down Steve's spine until Bucky's kneeling on the floor behind him, nipping playfully just above his tailbone.]
[They know each other well enough Steve is certain that it'll be stopped well before it gets to a point where they're accidentally stepping over a trigger one of them doesn't know the other has. He smiles at the kiss, kissing back, just slightly, relaxed before he pulls away at Bucky's command.
He leans forward, hands flat on the counter. Like this, he's not quite balanced, can't grip the counter, but he knows he can count on Bucky to hold him, to make sure Steve doesn't slip.]
Like this?
[Just to have the assurance, just to keep it going.
He moans lowly at the kisses, at the slight touch and Bucky's teeth.]
[One arm wraps around Steve's hips, steadying him while Bucky shifts to kneel behind his partner. The position plus the way Steve leans gives Bucky the perfect view of his ass, smooth skin and firm muscle and the puckered ring of muscle that Bucky rather enjoys teasing. He presses a kiss to one of Steve's cheeks, follows it up with pressing his smile to the same spot.
He's sure that Steve will be able to feel the curl of his lips against his skin. And hopefully Steve will realize that it means Bucky is very happy with how Steve moves to please him.]
I love having you like this, Steve. Do you even know how much?
[It's mostly a rhetorical question; Bucky isn't expecting an answer but he's also not going to stop Steve if he does decide to reply. His right hand squeezes Steve's ass again, a firm touch before he dances fingertips across his partner's entrance. He follows it up by shifting to breathe warm air over the same spot, to see if he can get at least a shiver out of his lover.]
[Steve makes a pleased noise at Bucky's words, smiling, even if the other man can't see it.
He can feel that smile against his skin all right, and it makes him feel warm inside, making his stomach flutter.]
I think I can guess.
[But that's all he manages to say, because Steve isn't really in the mood for banter right now, letting out a breathy noise as soon as he feels the firm touch, hips rocking up against the touch, trembling, just a little.
He makes a little noise, a soft Ohhhh, clearly eager for more.]
Only a guess? I'll have to work hard to make sure you know.
[It's a tease only, because he does know that Steve knows that Bucky adores him. And Steve's so good to him too, listening when they play like this, letting Bucky push his limits, willing to explore new ways to find pleasure with each other.
With Steve sighing so sweetly already, Bucky knows they're going to be in for a lot of fun this evening.
He presses another kiss to Steve's skin, works his way with tiny little kisses over to his entrance. His tongue licks out, gentle and slow, careful to pay attention to Steve's reactions before he gets too much into things, careful to keep a hand steady on Steve's hip to make sure he has his balance.]
[Steve doesn't know what to say to that, doesn't know how to continue the banter, but he does laugh quietly. He wants Bucky to show exactly how much he likes having Steve like this, bent over the countertop and completely willing. He arches into the touch, the kisses.
This is so intimate, almost managing to be more intimate than anything else they've done so far.
He moans lowly, liking it so far, how this is starting slow. It does a lot to build his anticipation, rocking at the tongue. Not hard, but it's an obvious request for Bucky to continue.]
[That quiet laugh is the perfect reply really; just knowing that Steve's happy, that Steve likes the idea, is enough for Bucky. He squeezes his partner's hip, a gentle touch — thanks for Steve letting him try this, thanks for Steve being so willing to explore.
And he really is gorgeous when he's giving himself over to Bucky like this.
That moan silences any worries Bucky may have had about whether or not Steve might enjoy this. He squeezes Steve's hip again, in time with his rocking; hopefully Steve will read encouragement in the action. And he flattens his tongue, going from little kitten licks to much broader, more insistent strokes. If Steve keeps responding favorably, he'll work his way toward really licking him open, fucking him with his tongue. That's the goal anyway.]
[Steve flashes a smile, the deep flush on his face more than obvious. It's starting to trail lower, down his neck, and he shifts a little, like the sudden touch has jolted him and he needs to get back into position to keep himself steady.
The noise he makes is raw, shuddering. He leans into his hands, trying to make himself relax a little, but still rocking into the touch, the licks. If Bucky isn't telling him to stop, Steve is going to keep on going, because it's actually kind of incredible to him to be doing this with Bucky, something he hasn't ever fantasized about before, but which he's loving, even at this early stage.
That he's letting someone else be in control, that Bucky is making him squirm just with his tongue.
He makes more noises, a soft ahhh noise, rocking against Bucky's tongue, encouraging him to do more.]
[Damn but he loves it when he can get Steve to get noisy. Even when it's just little sounds like this it's perfect, because those little sounds are all for him. Call him greedy; Bucky doesn't care. He'll be the greediest man on earth when it comes to Steve.
His hand tightens on Steve's hip when he rocks, pulling him into the motions a little bit more. Giving him permission to move. The hands Steve has on the counter are restraint enough; hips are more than welcome to move. Besides, Bucky kind of really likes how Steve's hips move, how he moves toward Bucky as if he can't get enough. It's a high, being this wanted by someone he completely adores.
One day, he'll have the right words to tell Steve so.
He's not thinking about it right now though. No, what's got his attention is Steve's little noises, how he clearly welcomes more. Bucky can't quite silence his own groan, burying it against skin as he starts to really play, letting his tongue lick into Steve instead of just teasing over his entrance. Squirmy, wanting, breathless Steve is one of his favorite things and Bucky's pretty damn sure that this will be an excellent way to achieve that exact thing.]
[If he knew how much the little noises worked on Bucky, he'd probably make more of them. As it is, he still has a pretty good idea just what he's doing to his lover, the fact that Bucky continues even when Steve asks for more. Just the sheer fact that he can ask for more without saying a word, and Bucky knows exactly what he wants.
He breathes out an anxious little noise, all nerves and anticipation. Steve doesn't mean to talk when he blurts out the words, but the come out anyway, because he's never been the sort to think over his words carefully, not really, and he's not saying much of anything, anyway. Just begging for more.]
Oh, god, Buck. So good.
[He isn't really respecting a response, but the permission to move just means he's rocking against Bucky, urged on by Bucky's own noise, that little groan that makes Steve pretty damn certain he's doing the right thing, even if this is still new to him.
His hands slide on the countertop, wishing he had something more to cling to, but not stopping for a moment.]
[Steve's asking for more and Bucky most definitely means to deliver. How could he not? Steve is irresistible, especially like this, when his voice goes thin and thready with want. It goes right to Bucky's dick, hearing Steve express his desire, knowing that he's coming just a little bit undone and it's because of Bucky.
Damn, but he's so gone for this man.
Bucky just wants to give him more, wants to give him everything. He gets a nice rock going with his jaw, fucking into Steve with his tongue while hands shift to his ass to hold him spread. It's making him want to fuck Steve properly, to crowd him against the counter and thrust into him until they're both a mess, but he'd promised to deliver on what Steve asked. He's certainly enthusiastic about it, letting his moans vibrate against skin, more than willing to give his partner evrything he wants.]
[Steve can't help the noises coming from him, still rocking his hips against Bucky, he can feel the hands on him, spreading him out, and it makes him moan helplessly, and it takes him longer than he thinks it should to remember he'd agreed to be the one begging for more.]
Fuck, Bucky.
[It's not the request for more, yet, because he's still so content trembling and moaning against the other man. It takes him another twenty seconds to get his brain to cooperate with him long enough to moan out what he wants next.]
More, more. Fingers. I want your fingers. Please. Stretch me open.
[That curse wrapped around his name makes Bucky groan; he absolutely loves it when Steve gets filthy with him. Combined with the trembling he can feel it drives him higher, drives him to give Steve even more, driving his tongue into Steve’s body over and over again.
That request though, that makes him pull back to nip at one of Steve’s cheeks, a sharp little playful thing.]
You can have my fingers.
[He’s reaching for the lube even as he says it, slicking the fingers of his right hand, spreading lube around Steve’s hole. He gives his lover one finger to start, pressing inside in the way he’s discovered Steve likes; it doesn’t take him long to double that to two fingers. All the whole his mouth continues to play, nipping and kissing Steve’s ass and the base of his spine. He leaves one little love bite right against the small of his back, just above the swell of his ass, and admires how the dark bruise looks against pale skin.]
[He rocks against the touch, moaning, wanting it, Bucky fucking him with just his tongue. He squeaks at the bite, holding where he is, looking back at Bucky, flushed and needy. It's good the lube is so close by, so he doesn't have to whine pathetically (all in good fun. A part of him wishes he could have done it anyway.) as he waits, breathing in sharply at the slick finger, rocking against the touch, moaning.
The bites, the touches. It's all so much, so good. The fact that the bruises will heal over in minutes only makes him want to moan for more, for the light bruising to continue. He keeps moving, gaze locked on Bucky, so he can see his lover's face, so he can nod when he asks him if he wants more.]
[As if Bucky can resist Steve. As if he'd want to. No, there's no resistance that's not a part of their game, no desire to deny Steve anything he wants. And since what he wants is more of Bucky, more is exactly what he gets in the form of a third finger working its way inside of him, in the form of Bucky's mouth leaving another mark against the small of his back.]
You'll have all of me Steve, I promise. Give you everything you want—
[Both like this and outside of their intimate activities, and Bucky knows that Steve knows it, knows the depth of his feelings, his sincerity. He presses closer to Steve, his left hand tracing over skin, curling around Steve's hip to run the backs of metal fingers up his lover's cock. It's too light, not nearly the touch that he knows Steve probably wants but Bucky doesn't want this to be over too soon, not before he has a chance to be inside his partner.]
[God, it feels so good. He rocks against Bucky's hand, hard. It's almost too much. He feels oversensitive and raw, arching against the touches, still watching Bucky.]
You're already--
[He cuts himself off with a long, low moan. It's slow, almost too slow, but he doesn't beg Bucky to move faster, hissing just a little at the cool touch on his cock, rocking up against it.
All it would take is him moaning for the next step, but this slow, methodical touching is wonderful.]
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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!
He looks at Bucky carefully.]
It's gotta be obvious, right? Not something you might shout in the middle of sex.
[He's not exactly creative in this way, but he thinks of something after a moment.]
Eggplant?
[He hates that damn vegetable.]
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[He waits patiently, because this is important to Bucky and he wants to make sure that Steve is as comfortable as possible before Bucky takes him apart. And he smiles at Steve's word, not because it's funny but because his feelings on eggplant are rather similar. He's sure there's probably a good way to prepare it and he just hasn't encountered it yet, but he's not exactly in a rush to find it either.]
Eggplant it is. Mine is carbine.
[Bucky leans in for another soft kiss, something that lingers just a little bit and speaks to the affection he feels for his partner. It underlies everything they do together, from the mundane to the sexual, and that's what makes Steve so special, in Bucky's eyes: he's never felt this way toward anyone, not as intensely as he does for Steve. That means something.
He squeezes Steve's ass again, leaning back just enough to catch his gaze.]
Do you feel ready?
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[He trusts Bucky completely; they know each other so well, it'll probably be obvious if one of them is suddenly not enjoying it, but Steve doesn't think it'll be a problem. Especially when Bucky leans in, and Steve kisses him back, liking the attention, liking how Bucky wants to share this with him. It always makes Steve feel intensely satisfied, before they've even done anything.
And then Bucky does that and he squeaks out a breathy noise, nodded.]
Yeah. I'm ready for you, Buck.
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[Not that they've ever gotten to that point, and not that Bucky plans to push Steve anywhere near it. Still it does make him feel a little more settled to have that safety net, because they've both been through traumas they don't talk about and being unexpectedly triggered is certainly a possibility — one he'd rather avoid, if they can.
He drops one last kiss against Steve's mouth, a smile on his face as he pulls away. Steve's already making the most wonderful little noises of want; Bucky plans on making him a hell of a lot more vocal.]
Good. Lean forward again, keep your hands on the counter.
[Once Steve is in position Bucky leans over him to press a kiss to the base of his neck, the first in a series of kisses that make their way down Steve's spine until Bucky's kneeling on the floor behind him, nipping playfully just above his tailbone.]
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He leans forward, hands flat on the counter. Like this, he's not quite balanced, can't grip the counter, but he knows he can count on Bucky to hold him, to make sure Steve doesn't slip.]
Like this?
[Just to have the assurance, just to keep it going.
He moans lowly at the kisses, at the slight touch and Bucky's teeth.]
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[One arm wraps around Steve's hips, steadying him while Bucky shifts to kneel behind his partner. The position plus the way Steve leans gives Bucky the perfect view of his ass, smooth skin and firm muscle and the puckered ring of muscle that Bucky rather enjoys teasing. He presses a kiss to one of Steve's cheeks, follows it up with pressing his smile to the same spot.
He's sure that Steve will be able to feel the curl of his lips against his skin. And hopefully Steve will realize that it means Bucky is very happy with how Steve moves to please him.]
I love having you like this, Steve. Do you even know how much?
[It's mostly a rhetorical question; Bucky isn't expecting an answer but he's also not going to stop Steve if he does decide to reply. His right hand squeezes Steve's ass again, a firm touch before he dances fingertips across his partner's entrance. He follows it up by shifting to breathe warm air over the same spot, to see if he can get at least a shiver out of his lover.]
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He can feel that smile against his skin all right, and it makes him feel warm inside, making his stomach flutter.]
I think I can guess.
[But that's all he manages to say, because Steve isn't really in the mood for banter right now, letting out a breathy noise as soon as he feels the firm touch, hips rocking up against the touch, trembling, just a little.
He makes a little noise, a soft Ohhhh, clearly eager for more.]
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[It's a tease only, because he does know that Steve knows that Bucky adores him. And Steve's so good to him too, listening when they play like this, letting Bucky push his limits, willing to explore new ways to find pleasure with each other.
With Steve sighing so sweetly already, Bucky knows they're going to be in for a lot of fun this evening.
He presses another kiss to Steve's skin, works his way with tiny little kisses over to his entrance. His tongue licks out, gentle and slow, careful to pay attention to Steve's reactions before he gets too much into things, careful to keep a hand steady on Steve's hip to make sure he has his balance.]
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This is so intimate, almost managing to be more intimate than anything else they've done so far.
He moans lowly, liking it so far, how this is starting slow. It does a lot to build his anticipation, rocking at the tongue. Not hard, but it's an obvious request for Bucky to continue.]
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And he really is gorgeous when he's giving himself over to Bucky like this.
That moan silences any worries Bucky may have had about whether or not Steve might enjoy this. He squeezes Steve's hip again, in time with his rocking; hopefully Steve will read encouragement in the action. And he flattens his tongue, going from little kitten licks to much broader, more insistent strokes. If Steve keeps responding favorably, he'll work his way toward really licking him open, fucking him with his tongue. That's the goal anyway.]
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The noise he makes is raw, shuddering. He leans into his hands, trying to make himself relax a little, but still rocking into the touch, the licks. If Bucky isn't telling him to stop, Steve is going to keep on going, because it's actually kind of incredible to him to be doing this with Bucky, something he hasn't ever fantasized about before, but which he's loving, even at this early stage.
That he's letting someone else be in control, that Bucky is making him squirm just with his tongue.
He makes more noises, a soft ahhh noise, rocking against Bucky's tongue, encouraging him to do more.]
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His hand tightens on Steve's hip when he rocks, pulling him into the motions a little bit more. Giving him permission to move. The hands Steve has on the counter are restraint enough; hips are more than welcome to move. Besides, Bucky kind of really likes how Steve's hips move, how he moves toward Bucky as if he can't get enough. It's a high, being this wanted by someone he completely adores.
One day, he'll have the right words to tell Steve so.
He's not thinking about it right now though. No, what's got his attention is Steve's little noises, how he clearly welcomes more. Bucky can't quite silence his own groan, burying it against skin as he starts to really play, letting his tongue lick into Steve instead of just teasing over his entrance. Squirmy, wanting, breathless Steve is one of his favorite things and Bucky's pretty damn sure that this will be an excellent way to achieve that exact thing.]
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He breathes out an anxious little noise, all nerves and anticipation. Steve doesn't mean to talk when he blurts out the words, but the come out anyway, because he's never been the sort to think over his words carefully, not really, and he's not saying much of anything, anyway. Just begging for more.]
Oh, god, Buck. So good.
[He isn't really respecting a response, but the permission to move just means he's rocking against Bucky, urged on by Bucky's own noise, that little groan that makes Steve pretty damn certain he's doing the right thing, even if this is still new to him.
His hands slide on the countertop, wishing he had something more to cling to, but not stopping for a moment.]
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Damn, but he's so gone for this man.
Bucky just wants to give him more, wants to give him everything. He gets a nice rock going with his jaw, fucking into Steve with his tongue while hands shift to his ass to hold him spread. It's making him want to fuck Steve properly, to crowd him against the counter and thrust into him until they're both a mess, but he'd promised to deliver on what Steve asked. He's certainly enthusiastic about it, letting his moans vibrate against skin, more than willing to give his partner evrything he wants.]
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Fuck, Bucky.
[It's not the request for more, yet, because he's still so content trembling and moaning against the other man. It takes him another twenty seconds to get his brain to cooperate with him long enough to moan out what he wants next.]
More, more. Fingers. I want your fingers. Please. Stretch me open.
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That request though, that makes him pull back to nip at one of Steve’s cheeks, a sharp little playful thing.]
You can have my fingers.
[He’s reaching for the lube even as he says it, slicking the fingers of his right hand, spreading lube around Steve’s hole. He gives his lover one finger to start, pressing inside in the way he’s discovered Steve likes; it doesn’t take him long to double that to two fingers. All the whole his mouth continues to play, nipping and kissing Steve’s ass and the base of his spine. He leaves one little love bite right against the small of his back, just above the swell of his ass, and admires how the dark bruise looks against pale skin.]
You like this, baby? You want more?
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The bites, the touches. It's all so much, so good. The fact that the bruises will heal over in minutes only makes him want to moan for more, for the light bruising to continue. He keeps moving, gaze locked on Bucky, so he can see his lover's face, so he can nod when he asks him if he wants more.]
Yes. More. Please, Bucky. I want you.
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[As if Bucky can resist Steve. As if he'd want to. No, there's no resistance that's not a part of their game, no desire to deny Steve anything he wants. And since what he wants is more of Bucky, more is exactly what he gets in the form of a third finger working its way inside of him, in the form of Bucky's mouth leaving another mark against the small of his back.]
You'll have all of me Steve, I promise. Give you everything you want—
[Both like this and outside of their intimate activities, and Bucky knows that Steve knows it, knows the depth of his feelings, his sincerity. He presses closer to Steve, his left hand tracing over skin, curling around Steve's hip to run the backs of metal fingers up his lover's cock. It's too light, not nearly the touch that he knows Steve probably wants but Bucky doesn't want this to be over too soon, not before he has a chance to be inside his partner.]
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[God, it feels so good. He rocks against Bucky's hand, hard. It's almost too much. He feels oversensitive and raw, arching against the touches, still watching Bucky.]
You're already--
[He cuts himself off with a long, low moan. It's slow, almost too slow, but he doesn't beg Bucky to move faster, hissing just a little at the cool touch on his cock, rocking up against it.
All it would take is him moaning for the next step, but this slow, methodical touching is wonderful.]
Buck.
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