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“Was all this really necessary?”
“You broke your ankle, Buck,” Steve said not looking up from his work.
“Yeah, but it would have healed in a couple of hours. A day, tops. I’ve got the serum too, y"know.”
Steve rolled his eyes.
“As you keep telling me.”
“So why did I need a cast? I got by without a lot of medical, after missions with HYDRA.”
Steve paused and looked up at his partner.
“But your not with HYDRA anymore. You’re with me and it"s important that you’re taken care of,” Steve reminded him softly.
The brunette nodded but kept his eyes down on the bedsheet. It was a discussion the pair had had numerous times since Bucky had come to reside in Avengers tower with Steve. For so many years he’d gotten by on such little kindness that he still didn’t quite understand why it was so important to the blonde. But it was important to Steve, so Bucky would try not to complain too much.
“I think you just wanted an excuse to draw on me,” the assassin smirked.
He’d been trying to make Steve laugh but the blonde just hummed thoughtfully.
“Maybe,” he replied as he doodled another flower. “Before the war, when we couldn’t afford paper, you’d let me draw on you.”
“Yeah?” Bucky’s memory was getting better, but he didn’t remember that.
Steve nodded.
“Even before we admitted our feelings. You’d let me draw all over your back, lumpiest and wriggliest parchment I ever had...but it still got me all hot and bothered,” he admitted shyly.
“Oh yeah?” Bucky raised an eyebrow.
“Like I knew you weren’t actually undressing for me, but I could still pretend,” Steve shrugged.
“Baby, I know my eggs are still a little scrambled but even I can remember that I’ve always been crazy about you. All you needed to do was ask and I woulda done anything for you,” Bucky promised.
Steve’s face was covered in a bright red blush that spread down his neck and crept under his shirt. From personal experience, Bucky knew that the red traveled well down his torso. He loved making Steve flustered, watching the same man who was Captain America get all tongue-tied around him never failed to boost his ego.
“Was it just the nakedness?” Bucky pressed. “Or did something else do it for you too?”
“I liked being able to touch you. Feel your skin against my fingers, I used to imagine....”
“Yes?”
“It’s embarrassing, Buck,” Steve whined.
“C"mon doll, no need to be shy. What usually happens when you tell me what you like?”
Steve blushed harder.
“You usually give it to me,” he mumbled and added a heart next to the rose he just finished.
“So?”
“The next day, after you’d gone to the docks. I used to lay in bed and think about the night before...but I’d imagine it ending differently.”
“Yeah, baby? How did you want it to end?”
“I wanted you to know that I liked you and that you wanted me too.”
“I did, Doll. I promise, never wanted anyone as much as I wanted you.”
“Yeah, but I didn’t know that then, did I jerk? Anyway, quit interrupting if you want me to finish.”
Bucky chuckled but let Steve continue.
“You’d let me draw on you like normal, but every time I touched you I could feel you shiver underneath me. And it wasn’t from the cold, it was coz you liked what I was doing to you.”
The brunette had to bite his tongue from explaining that that was in fact the case back then.
“Coz it was my imagination, I could also get hard whenever I wanted.”
Bucky hummed. He knew Steve used to be small and yes, he did remember that his lover would have issues staying erect sometimes.
“So, I’d be finishing up my piece and it would be low on your back, so I’d be straddling your ass and you could feel me hard against you. But instead of being disgusted, you’d start pushing back against me. Showing me how desperate you were for me.”
The assassin could feel himself harden in his pants at Steve’s words.
“I knew what you wanted but I’d tell you to wait until I was finished. That if you were a good canvas, I’d fuck you through the mattress.”
Steve always had a preference for topping. But before the serum, they didn’t get to do it that way very often.
“I promise I’m not interrupting but you’re always telling me to say when I want things and I’d really, really love to jerk off while you finish your story. Can I touch myself, Doll?”
One of Bucky’s favorite activities since leaving HYDRA was masturbating. He loved Steve’s touch too, but after 70 years of having no bodily autonomy, getting to pleasure himself whenever he wanted was a great luxury.
The blonde broke out in a wide grin and nodded.
“Of course, Buck. I love when I get to see you pleasure yourself. It’s such a gift to watch you feel good.”
Bucky preened. Steve’s praise never failed to get his motor running.
“Gonna let me put on a show for you, baby?” Bucky drawled as he undid his pants.
“Please,” Steve licked his lips, eyes firmly fixed on Bucky’s crotch.
Then the brunette got an idea. Oh, how he loved playing with Stevie.
“But what about my cast?”
“I can do it later...”
“Oh, but you were so eager to draw, doll. I think you should finish it.”
“Buck...” Steve whined.
“Tell you what, you keep drawing while you finish your story and when I cum, I’ll cum on your face?”
“Yeah?” Steve whispered, his face going lax.
This was an act the couple hadn’t done before the serum. When Steve was small, the idea of Bucky cumming on his face made the blonde explode in anger. Bucky had only joked about it once and the vicious fight that ensured made sure he never brought it up again. Not that he cared, Steve and he had a plenty active sex life and Bucky was more than satisfied.
So, no one was more surprised than Bucky when after Azzano Steve had gotten on his knees in their tent and asked Bucky to finish on his face. The sniper had immediately refused and assured Steve that he didn’t have to, ‘make anything up to me, baby, I just want you". But the blonde had explained that with the serum running through his veins, everyone acted as if he was the property of the US government. Steve didn’t want to belong to the government, he needed to be Bucky’s. That’s all he ever wanted and the idea of being covered in this intimate way made him dizzy with want.
Who was Bucky to deny his baby?
“But only if your good and don’t look up from your work, if I catch you peeking even once then the tissue gets my cum.”
“Stupid tissue,” Steve grumbled.
“Got it?”
“Yeah, Buck. I can be good...wanna be good,” Steve breathed.
This part of their relationship also hadn’t started till the war. Pre-serum Steve would have decked anyone who thought they could order him around. But after spending all day giving orders in the field-often in life-or-death situations- Steve found being able to follow simple instructions soothing.
In the bedroom, Bucky only ever gave Steve orders he could succeed at. ‘Don’t let go of the headboard, darling’, ‘just hold me in your mouth, Stevie, no sucking just hold me’ or ‘don’t look up from your drawing, doll’. And if Steve did fail then nobody ever got hurt, Bucky would put on his pretend disappointed face (always pretend though, Bucky constantly reminded Steve that he was very good even if he had been ‘bad") and give him a punishment that made his toes curl and his cock leak.
Steve could never truly fail when they played like this and it made him feel so free. He could handle being Captain America on missions better when he could come home to Bucky like this. The first few years out of the ice had been so hard for him, but Bucky promised he was here to stay and Steve couldn’t be happier.
“Colour?” Bucky asked.
“Green, Buck. I wanna play.”
“And what do you say if you don’t want to, doll?”
“Red or Valkyrie.”
“Good boy,” Bucky purred.
“Love you so much, Buck.”
“Love you too, Stevie. Ready to start, baby?”
Steve nodded and picked up the pen again. He could hear Bucky reach into his pants and presumably bring out his cock.
“So, I’m straddling you and now that I’ve got a taste of just how good you feel against my cock, I need a little bit more. I slide down a bit, so I’m pressed in between your cheeks. God, you’ve always had an amazing ass, Buck.”
The brunette let out a low moan at Steve’s praise and gave his cock several firm strokes.
“And I just can’t control myself, I need to feel you again. But I tell you to stay still so I can have my fun. I grind myself in your crack, always knew you would feel so good. You drive me crazy.”
Bucky swiped his finger over the head of his cock, making the brunette his and his toes curl.
“I know it sounds ridiculous, Buck, but that image used to get me off so fast. You lying there and letting me rut on top of you. I know you said you never thought any less of me, coz of my size, but I knew other people did. And if they could see you laying down for me...” the blonde was finding it difficult to keep his eyes down but he perceived through the moans he could hear above him.
“You want people to watch, baby? Show them how good you take care of me?” Bucky grunted.
“Only in my fantasy,” Steve quickly supplied. “Don’t think I’d actually want anyone to see us like that.”
“Noted, doll. But in your fantasy...”
The blonde smirked.
“Yeah, in my fantasy I wanted the whole building to know you were on your belly for me.”
Bucky whined and gripped the base of his cock to stave off his orgasm. His guy was doing such a good job of not looking up and there was no way he was going to ruin his reward.
“You’d be whining underneath me so sweetly. Begging to hump the bed, but I’d tell you no. That you had to wait till I was inside you to cum. You’d stretch out so good on my fingers, all warm and tight for me.”
Bucky was humping up into his hand by now. Steve’s filthy words stoked the fire in his belly. The blonde could hear Bucky"s movements and knew his lover looked absolutely gorgeous, but he focused his attention on shading the flower he was working on.
“And when I get inside you? Fuck, the best feeling. I can’t describe it. Just the sweetest, most amazing place in the universe.”
The brunette snorted. His boyfriend was such a sap.
“But id make sure to take care of you, sweetheart. Know exactly what you like. Be hitting your sweet spot over and over again as you grind against the bed. Leaking everywhere, making it absolutely filthy.”
Bucky’s breath hitched and he had to squeeze himself again to calm down.
“I’d have you absolutely howling for me, sweetheart. So eager once I get inside it never takes you long to cum for me.”
Even though Steve wasn’t looking at him, Bucky still nodded his confirmation.
“When I have you absolutely wrecked underneath me, I’d finally let you put your hand around your cock and cum for me.”
The brunette’s hips stuttered at Steve’s inclusion of his current activity.
“After you got the sheets absolutely soaked I’d tell you to stay still for me. Coz I needed to finally finish off my drawing and sign my piece.”
“Fuck,” Bucky choked out, he knew what was coming next.
“Yeah, Buck. I’d slip out of your incredible heat and kneel over your back. Then I’m gonna jerk myself off until I’m cumming all over you.”
Bucky couldn’t help the whine that escaped.
“Gonna show everyone that you’re mine. That even though you could have anyone you wanted, you still chose me.”
Steel grey eyes softened.
“Yellow, baby, look up here,” Bucky instructed.
Steve hesitated.
“I said ‘yellow’ Stevie, we’re not playing at the moment,” Bucky reminded him softly.
The blonde looked up.
“I am proud to be by your side now, and I was proud to be by your side then. I’m with you till the end of the line, baby. Always gonna choose you, even if
there’s a day you realize you’re better off without me...you’re always gonna be it for me.”
“Buck...”
“I love you, baby. Nothing is ever going to change that.”
“I love you too,” Steve whispered.
“You ready for your reward, doll?”
Steve nodded.
“Hmmm, I don’t think I can bend my leg with the cast. Didn’t actually think this part through,” Bucky murmured sheepishly.
Steve rolled his eyes.
“Come here, Buck.”
The blonde grabbed Bucky’s legs and turned him to sit on the edge of the bed, he then gently placed the assassins legs over his shoulders. So, he was nestled in between Bucky’s thighs, right in front of his hard cock.
“Can’t miss me now,” Steve winked.
“Greatest tactical mind of our generation and you’re using it to get my cum on your face.”
“My favourite kind of mission,” Steve leaned in and placed a kiss to the tip of Bucky’s cock.
“Christ, Stevie, so beautiful you got no idea,” Bucky groaned.
“Reward time, Buck.”
“Yeah, yeah such a good boy for me, Stevie. Anything you want, doll.”
The brunette began stroking his cock again. With Steve"s eager face between his legs he knew it wouldn’t take long.
“C"mon Buck, want it. Need you to mess me up. Show them who I belong to,” Steve begged.
And with that Bucky knew he was a goner. As soon as the last word left Steve’s lips, Bucky was covering him in white.
“Fuck, baby. So, fucking good for me, all mine. All fucking mine,” Bucky panted as he shook the last few drops onto Steve’s angelic face.
“Love you, Buck.”
“Love you too, Stevie. You want me to eat you out? You"ll need to sit on my face and do all the work though. On account of me being injured and all,” Bucky grinned.
The blonde rolled his eyes.
“Lay back, ya jerk,” Steve smiled and began arranging Bucky on the bed.
Just as Steve was about to sit down on Bucky’s face the brunette tapped his thigh.
“Oh and Stevie?”
“Hmmmm?”
“The minute this cast comes off we"re making your fantasy a reality.”
“Deal, Buck,” Steve beamed.
The End