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[Steve makes a noise halfway between a moan and surprise, but rocks into the touch instead of pulling away.

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.]

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.]

Do you feel ready?

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.]

Yeah. I'm ready for you, Buck.

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.]

Just like that.

[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.]

You like this, baby? You want more?

[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.]

Yes. More. Please, Bucky. I want you.

You'll have me.

[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.]

Yeah. I will.

[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.

[Bucky doesn’t know if Steve knows it, but the way he looks when he gives himself over to pleasure has no compare. Steve as a rule doesn’t hide much from Bucky, but when he’s like this there’s a depth to the honesty in his expression that truly blows Bucky away. He wants to give Steve everything, wants Steve to know that he’s the center of Bucky’s world.

That shouldn’t be a new concept though, not really. Steve had been the center of Bucky’s world even back in Brooklyn when they were just two punk kids.]

Steve, babe—

[Bucky presses the endearment to Steve’s skin with a kiss, rocking fingers into him as his other hand curls around Steve’s cock with a firm stroke. It shouldn’t be enough to tip him over the edge, not yet, but granting Steve a sharp shock of pleasure sounds like an excellent idea right about now. He has a feeling it won’t take much to have Steve begging for Bucky to take him, and he’ll be more than happy to oblige.]

[It's not a shock. They've been there for each other for a very long time, haven't they? Back when they were kids. When Steve first moved into the apartment with Bucky.

He bites at his lip, moaning, trying to make this drag out for as long as he can, but the touches are too much. Teasing, but not enough, not to enough to truly satisfy him. He rocks into Bucky's hands, groaning, arching his head back so he can look at Bucky again.

Talking is hard, but he wants to do it. Wants to really let himself go, allow himself to writhe on his lover's cock.]

Buck, please. I need you. I need you inside of me.

[Steve is gorgeous.

His brain keeps circling around to that fact because it’s so damn true: every shade of pleasure that crosses his face, every moan and cry, every twitch of muscle is more beautiful than the last. The way he moves into Bucky’s touch, asking for more with everything in him even before he voices those words. Bucky rewards him by stroking over that little bundle of nerves that he knows Steve enjoys, gifting him a firmer grip around his cock. It’s small recompense for the fact that they’ll have to separate, but it’ll only be for as long as he needs to slick up his cock and steady Steve with a firm grip on his hip.

The fact that all of their play means he’s able to take Steve with one long, smooth thrust has him groaning, a sound that escalates in volume when his hips meet Steve’s ass. He’s got to hold there for a moment, enjoying the heat and the tightness, enjoying how Steve fits around him.]

Fuck! [The curse is drawn out into a long sighing thing and it doesn’t take Bucky long to start moving, a stream of filthy words falling from his lips.] You’re so hot, feel so good around me, like you’re pulling me in. Can’t get enough of you like this babe, just want to keep taking you until neither of us can stand, until you can’t feel anything but me. Move for me baby, come on, let me see what those hips can do.

[Steve lets out a shuddering groan, rocking into the touch. It's enough to get him to grip at nothing on the countertop. He watches Bucky separate from him, keeping himself still and wanting, a soft smile on his lips to encourage Bucky to continue once he returns.

Bucky thrusting into him like that, so smoothly, like his body was made for it, has Steve moaning, rocking with Bucky, feeling himself clenching down on the organ.

He can't stop now, it feels too good. Feels complete, like he was always meant to be here, with Bucky, in this moment.]

God. Feels so-- god, Bucky.

[He moans, rocking back against Bucky, just as firmly.]

Don't stop. I want to feel it-- feel it when we're done.

Yeah, just like that—

[The hot clench of Steve's body around him, the way Steve's hips move into his every thrust. How lust colors Steve's voice, strung tight through every line of tension in his body. How it feels to come together like this — and in the kitchen no less — joined in the most complete way they can be and surely there won't be any complaints when Bucky paints himself across Steve's back.

He sets a hard pace, giving Steve exactly what he asked for, thrusting deep and pulling almost all the way out before taking Steve again and again. The sound of their skin coming together only spurs him on and Bucky doesn't hesitate to continue his litany of dirty talk, telling Steve exactly how much he's enjoying it, exactly how perfect Steve feels, and the kinds of things he wants to do to Steve's body.]

You're gonna feel me when you wake up tomorrow—

[And not just because Bucky's going to be curled around him, either.]

[He can feel himself shaking a little from the intensity of it all, the thrill down his spine, the fact that the two of them together like this is somehow all the more intimate for the fact that they're together in the kitchen, doing something Steve could barely think of in his wildest fantasies.

At this rate, he's not sure how much longer he can last, and he hasn't even touched his own dick, both hands still on the countertop.

The dirty talk is more than enough for him. He's a mess, panting and shaking, nodding his head at Bucky's words. The idea of it alone is so incredibly hot, makes him want to keep going, as long as he can.]

Yes, yes, yes. Oh god, Bucky.

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