Take it slow

[reversesock]

Take It Slow (inspired by an anon comment by a Hulk player and damn it's hard to find gifts from Hulk 2008.) There are plenty of memes about skipping to the good part, rushing to sex, being desperate for it, and so on. But what about taking things slow? Some people enjoy that, as well, and still others have need to keep their calm - they're inexperienced and not completely ready or they can't get knock-out, drag-down excited for reasons that can get a bit...dangerous. Or the slowness could be nothing serious; foreplay could just be the word of the day. Then, you'll want to enjoy your time together and not run through the motions of a good time 'till its spent too soon. They say all good comes to those who wait, so savor every moment and wait for the inevitable to come. how to play › Comment with your character, preferences, and information. › Reply to other characters. › Use the RNG to determine your prompt or pick one. prompts inexperience ‹One or both of you don't have the experience nor the confidence.› trauma ‹You're not at ease getting close to anyone, but for them, you want to try, though you can't go headlong into it.› under pressure ‹You can't get too heated up because of your powers, your health, or your temper, so you have to keep things under control.› foreplay ‹Why rush the best part?› their pleasure ‹Your pleasure doesn't matter. You're 100% focused on them.› the best torture ‹Actually, you're trying to make them suffer by dragging this out. Isn't hatesex grand?› emotion ‹You love them. Both of you have a lot to say, so best to say it through actions that can't be done too quickly.› wrong place ‹Technically, you shouldn't be having sex here, so you have to keep things PG-13. Yeah, right. But at least you can pretend and keep things at a crawl...if you can.› last time for a while ‹They're about to go away, and you have to spend these moments with them and memorize everything about them.› last time for good ‹This is the end of the line. You want to make this time together last as long as you can.› do overs ‹It's time for round two! You've got nowhere better to be, and you could do this all day.› wildcard

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Bucky Barnes | MCU

[bucksicle]

[has baggage aplenty, and depending on the canon point of your choice, this could involve mindfuckery of various types, and also a general lack of confidence in how he's doing with your muse]

[brooklyn_boy]

[How's a Steve? If we do preserum it could be inexperience on Steve's side. If we're going post CW or some other timeframe, trauma definitely works, I think]

[bucksicle]

[A Steve is awesome! I'd be happy with preserum. Steve can be inexperienced and Bucky can be a little experienced and also terrified about breaking Steve lol. I like post CW too though, that'd sure take them some time as well. Promptly splits thread into two]

I'm a sucker for the 30's/40's Bwhahahaha

[brooklyn_boy]

Steve is ready. He keeps telling himself that as he watches Bucky twirl another girl around the room while his own date sighs beside him, eyes begging someone--anyone--to save her. Steve doesn't much care. Their double dates now fall into two neat groups, lately: real and decoy. Steve knows enough about Bucky at this point to know his dame is well off of his usual 'type'. And Steve's date is ruder than Bucky would tolerate on a real date for him, so this is clearly a decoy. Something meant to throw off their nosy town and neighbors and friends (even though Steve is fairly certain no one ever pays attention to them enough to notice something is amok). But it's fine because a decoy date only means one thing: Bucky wants him tonight. Which is good. Real good.

Because Steve is ready.

The dance hall is slowing down, couples trickling out as men walk their dates home or back to a car for activities no one really is supposed to talk about. Steve's date is pulling at her friend's arm, insisting they head out. Steve swallows down the end of his terrible beer and listens to her firm demand that she's done and wants to leave now. Without the boys. Steve is normally more of a gentleman and would insist, but his mind is completely elsewhere. He doesn't even notice when they finally walk out leaving him, Bucky, and a few lushes alone in the bar.

Instead, he is thinking about the handful of times that Bucky and he have kissed. That was all it was, at first. Kissing. Drunk to start and then sometimes just tipsy. Now they do it stone sober, first thing in the morning, Steve rolling over on the bed and tugging Bucky in. Kissing. Just kissing which evolved into rubbing and touching. They've gotten each other off that way, but with clothes nearly always on, Steve needing to pause as his breathing goes erratic. It was good. Real good. But Steve wanted more. And he's willing to wager that Bucky does, too.

The whole walk home he's quiet as he thinks about how to broach it. He talked to the one person he knew that would understand how something like this works. He's a man named Brad from his art class who makes no pretense of where his preferences lay. Steve'd gotten tips from him on how to prepare, got cream to help with the act, even advice on how to make it good. The whole thing had made him feel a little bit like giving the whole thing up and going to Confession. But he'd powered through. Because he wants this. He wants this with Bucky. And he's not someone who backs down from a challenge, no matter what it is.

So he waits.

Waits for them to finally walk up the stairs of their shabby home. Waits for Bucky to open the door of the apartment they share. Waits for them to take off their coats and exhale off the smoke still clinging to their lungs. And then, before Bucky can make a move one way or another, Steve grabs his hand and pulls him close in the dark safety of their own hallway. He leans up to kiss him, tongue still beer-cooled and overbold from the alcohol. Liquid courage, they said. He'd taken that to heart, tonight.

"Buck," he mumbles from one kiss into the next one. He'd had things he'd wanted to say, but now his pulse is choking each prepared word off. So Steve just kisses harder, hands roaming down to Bucky's waist, pulling him close.

"Tell me you're not too tired or drunk for this," he somehow lands on. He'll get to it. He'll figure out how to get to it. "I don't want the night to be a complete waste..."

[bucksicle]

[BEAUTIFUL]

Bucky's been waiting and hoping for this night.

The two girls they're out with, they're not too bad. And he's being mostly a gentleman to 'em, even if he's being rude too by not intending anything long term. Marcy and Cindy - no, Marcia and Cindy. Hell. He can't forget their names.

His eyes are bright when he's done dancing, and his gaze flicks to Stevie again. Steve's looking back at him. He's been doing that a lot. There's something in the air, and while Steve's a royal pain when it comes to doing dumb things, he's actually real good at picking up on Bucky's emotions.

The girls leave together, after a token protest and apology from Bucky. He walks over to Steve, hands upraised in an apologetic shrug, and they head home.

He takes off his coat, and is about to say something light and jovial when Steve's tongue is suddenly in his mouth.

"Hey," Bucky manages, welcoming, his fingers threading through Steve's dark blond hair. "Not as think as I drunk I am. Uh..."

Real smooth, Barnes.

Another kiss, delighting in Steve's taste. "What'd you have in mind?"

[brooklyn_boy]

Steve laughs at Bucky's misspoken words even as he hopes that's not an indication that his friend is down for the night. Alcohol had diminishing returns after a certain point when it came to intimacy; too little and you might not be bold enough but too much and you'll be waiting for a rise that will never come. Steve presses in closer, trying to judge where Bucky might be.

"Well... If you think I can get you interested..." Steve had practiced this and had gotten his voice to a perfect, seductive purr. But now in the face of actually proposing, he was defaulting to his normal, slightly hesitant tone. The hands on Bucky's collar wrinkle up the fabric nervously.

"Mrs. Williams is out for the weekend. The Bleibergs just moved out. If we're careful...no one would hear if...we..." He swallows around the actual word and retreats to euphemism. "Did....more."

He exhales and kisses Bucky firmly, getting his courage back for this. When he pulls back his eyes are set and determined.

"Because I want it. I'm ready for...more, Buck. I'm ready for more with you."