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Nobody tops me

top or bottom | a high-concept, highbrow meme
don't front. you know exactly what this is.
the rundown
1. for numerous, cosmically complex reasons that form a domino effect — or just because it's fucking hilarious — an unknown force has compelled your character to admit if they're top or a bottom. some will try to lie and immediately be corrected (humiliation is probable). others will be honest. all will be revealed.
2. others express their interest, disinterest, shock, awkward downward spiral. have a casual conversation. hook up! live, laugh, love!
3. if you leave a blank top comment i will literally come piss on your computer.
4. switches are important and valid.
Ikaris | MCU | m/m
[This is said confidently, no wavering from him.]
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[He looks Bucky over, wondering if he'll state his own or not.]
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I'm whatever people need me to be. [ It's not really switching, is it? But it's not a strictly top-bottom thing, either. Not that he really has the vocabulary to go putting that kind of an explanation on it. ] And I've lived long enough to figure it out.
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Sounds like a useful skill. One others must appreciate at the least.
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[ He dips his head, somewhat submissively. The push from the compulsion is a reminder of how much he craves that surrender, how it pulls at him. It's that feeling, more than anything, that sets his teeth on edge. ]
I... Miss it. It's peaceful, becoming what people want me to be. A good little soldier. [ He could turn those skills in whichever direction they were needed, motivate people who needed an extra push, or surrender wholesale to those who craved dominion, but it was submission either way, even when he was the one taking the reins. ]
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A good little soldier
That phrase pierced his soul - or whatever was the equivalent to a soul for him and the others anyway. He even shifts, arms that had been folded, fall to his sides as sympathy becomes empathy.]
It's not peaceful at all. It's cold. Violent. A poison that no medicine can cleanse.
[For a moment, he's torn between a desire to punch the soldier, or hug him; his eyes revealing the intense emotions that Bucky's managed to stir awake.]
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Bucky's expression softens, just a little, from that sharp and watchful stare, and he lets his head tip forward ever so slightly, almost a nod of agreement. ]
You're right. It's all those things as well. The things they did to me. But the things I choose to let others do to me are still my choice, and it takes away a little of the noise. Nobody ever takes anything from me permanently, but for an hour or two, there's a little less in my head. Less... Guilt. Less horror. Responsibility. Less of exactly what you're feeling right now.
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I think I understand. There's a freedom to it. Letting go.
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[ His eyelashes flicker, meeting Ikaris' gaze again, ever so briefly. ]
But you wouldn't be tempted? To let somebody else take control like that? I can understand that, too.
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I don't know. I've never really given it much thought before. I suppose, I could consider it, for the right person.
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And what does the right person look like?
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[It's all new to him, he's processing it the same time as Bucky is.]
You seem awfully interested in my answer though James.
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[ He rocks from one foot to the other, very subtly, trying to gather just a little courage so that he can step forward, and again. ]
Are you?
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I'm honestly not sure what's more exciting; how nervous you're behaving, or how much you're apparently wanting to top me right now. [Grin intensifying to a full on smile.]
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Mm-mm, [ He said, shaking his head in negative. ] My turn first. You have to relinquish your power, at least act like it. I may not be stronger than you, but if I push you go. Clear?
[ Counterintuitive to his instructions, he tries to pull Ikaris a step toward him with the hand on his jaw instead, close the small distance between them so Bucky could press their mouths together. ]
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Very well. [There are some things he can't control, his durability is just part of who and what he is. His strength? He can limit himself; he had to, the world was too fragile for him not to do so.
So as Bucky's hand pulls him forward, he has to not only restrain his super strength, but also his usual inclination to take the lead. Bucky brought their mouths together. He did kiss the soldier, but reminded himself to hold back, reciprocate but let the other man provide momentum, guidance, control.]
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Ikaris even relinquishes control of the kiss itself, which is a nice touch, because Bucky bites at his lips briefly to make his point. There's no chance he can bite through his skin, he's strong, but it's a gesture more than anything else, just as the hand from his jaw slipping to his throat is a gesture, curling in with his palm pressed tight, his thumb pressed up tight under the line of his jaw just where the corotid ought to be thundering.
I push you go was what Bucky had said, and so even as the kiss continues, he pushes. He knows the way. Guide him backward six steps this way, through a door on the right, another three steps, and the bed would come up to meet the back of his knees, all while Bucky eased the kiss into something easier, a little breathier, allowing him to get a word in edgewise. ]
Kick off your shoes.
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The smile, offered with something like warm curiosity, is as much welcomed as it is a challenge in its own right. This is a good start, but getting him to the point where the emptiness of surrender feels that kind of beautiful that Bucky's explained it to be? It's a huge ask. He puts a knee down on the bed, streches out to place his palm in the middle of Ikaris' chest, and guides him down to lay flat. He needs to limit some of those super senses. Eternal or not, he still needs his eyes to see. So a blindfold is going to be the first port of call, here. ]
Close your eyes. Don't open them unless I give you permission to do so.
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Should I be worried?
[He's not, and the question was meant as a joke. But, he's also only ever been with one person before,, and while passionate, the entire thing was very different than this. The Eternal waits, his curiosity only growing stronger as he lays against the bed with the soldier over him.]
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[ It's a much better reaction than he could have hoped for, how quick and obedient the man is, once asked. Considering the wealth of difference between their places in the world, that much surprises him. There's no beligerence at all, and Bucky can appreciate that, moving to dismantle one of the cushions, taking the cover off and ripping it into several different strips. It had probably been expensive, thick brocade and dark silk, but it comes apart easily into strips, which Bucky layers, presses across Ikaris' eyes, and then carefully ties in place against the back of his head.
His cool metal fingers press in against his chin a moment later, pressing up to tilt his head so that Bucky can brush his lips gently against Ikaris' own. ]
You don't have x-ray vision or something, right? If not, I guess you can open your eyes. Whatever makes you more comfortable.
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[Instinctively, he reaches out, his hands meeting Bucky's left arm and chest in their search.] It's funny, I've never been blindfolded before. [Despite his extremely long lifespan, there were still plenty of firsts for the Eternal to experience; and he didn't just experience them, but did so with a youthful joy about him.]
No tickling. [His seeming bliss paused ever so briefly to make that declaration. Of course, all that did was strongly imply that the hero was ticklish, should the soldier take the risk in disobeying that demand.]
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[ There's amusement, though, despite the grim topic. He finds it easier to make light of it than talk about it seriously. Serious talk is always a downer, but this isn't. This is Bucky settling in to take a little more out of that kiss as Ikaris' hands come up to his chest. Having such a powerful creature at even one small disadvantage is a power trip, but knowing its his first time? There's something glorious about that, especially the way Ikaris responds with such joy to the novel situation.
As he breaks the kiss, Bucky brings his hands up to Ikaris' chest, slowly beginning to undress him from top to bottom. ]
Where are you ticklish? I can't avoid those places if you don't tell me. [ Hah. Avoid. ]
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Luckily, the topic took a quick turn as Bucky's hands begin working on his clothing. Again, despite his age, the Eternal has a naivety to him and falls for it.]
Oh, well, in general, but my feet, armpits, my neck... [He grinned as his upper body was stripped of clothing entirely, then felt Bucky's hands move down towards his pants next.]
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