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“Oooooh, not looking too good there, Tin Man.”
Steve smirks as Bucky’s voice whispers over the comms. He’s somewhere taking out the seemingly endless waves of HYDRA goons, but clearly close enough if he can see all the damage Tony is leaving in his wake.
“Yeah, thanks, I’m aware.”
“He’s not wrong, you know. There’s now way you’re going to win this bet if you keep doing stuff like that,” Steve chimes in.
Tony heaves an exasperated sigh and takes out several targets at once, not missing a shot.
“Maybe you should’ve been using JARVIS all along?” Natasha quips. She’s not part of the ‘who makes the most collateral damage in a fight’ bet, because they all know she would never lose such a bet.
Bucky barks out a laugh at her comment. The sound sends a tendril of warmth through Steve—Bucky’s recovery had been long and arduous to say the least, and it makes Steve happy to see little sparks of the Bucky he’d known back before the war. Their friendship would never be the same as it once had been, but it finally was as close to it as it could be, for which Steve was immensely grateful.
“I’m kind of surprised that he wasn’t,” Steve says as he spins and hurls the shield toward a group of soldiers clustered together behind a dumpster. He starts running after it immediately, intending for the shield to knock the front end of the dumpster and scare the men out the other side. It should ricochet off the dumpster and then off the column of the building across the street and back to Steve shortly after he got to the men.
“Okay, this building is clear— the fuck, Steve!”
Steve whips his head around in time to see Bucky coming out of the building across the street—the very same one he’d just sent the shield flying towards. He watches as the shield goes careening off in the opposite direction after being deflected by Bucky’s arm, eyes widening when he realizes what’s about to happen.
“Shit, no no no no no nooooo!” he cries, but it’s too late to stop anything. The shield slices across the back end of a tanker truck parked at a gas station, right through the coupling of the filler hose where it attaches to the tank. Gas begins to spew everywhere, while the shield continues its errant path. It hits something obscured to Steve’s view and to his horror it sends out sparks.
“Fuck!” Steve changes course and heads for the station, hoping he can get to it in time to smother the flames.
“Captain! Such language!” Tony’s voice is full of fake offense.
Steve doesn’t bother trying to reply, and he wouldn’t be able to anyway as the air is forced from his lungs when something slams into him from the side and drives him into the pavement.
He turns his head to find Bucky pinning him down, and as he opens his mouth to yell at Bucky the air around them fills with fire and smoke when the gas ignites. Several explosions shake the ground in succession as first the tanker truck, and then the nearby cars all go up. Bucky shields their heads from it all with his arm.
“Let’s go, you fucking dumbass!” Bucky growls, grabbing him roughly and running back towards the main part of the fight. Natasha and Tony had taken care of the guys Steve had been going after, and with the heat of the fire at their backs, they quell the last of the threat. Another explosion comes out of nowhere, and they duck and turn their heads, to see a giant crater in the ground and debris flying everywhere as one of the tanks in the ground erupts.
“Well, it looks like the freezer pops have lost the bet,” Tony says with no small amount of glee. “This is exciting. I get to pick two outfits now.”
“Fuck,” Steve repeats.
“The fuck did I do? Why am I involved in this?” Bucky cries.
“Steve’s shield, your arm. Guilty by association and all that. You’re the one who sent it flying in the wrong direction, so, QED, you lose too.”
Bucky heaves a resigned sigh and looks over at Steve. “You fucking owe me for this, punk.”
“I’m sorry,” Steve says miserably. “Tony, can you please get my shield from the fire?”
“I swear to god. If you lose it again, I’m keeping it.” He returns a few minutes later, balancing it on one metal fingertip. “I wouldn’t touch it just yet. It’s still insanely hot.”
“Gimme it,” Bucky gruffs, and grabs it as he storms away.
Steve sighs. Natasha puts a finger to her ear and starts talking to Bucky in rapid-fire Russian. His response is terse, but when Steve sees Nat glance at him and smile, and then laugh at something Bucky says, he relaxes a bit. Bucky clearly is annoyed with Steve, and from the sounds of it he’s ranting to Nat and cursing Steve out. Which, admittedly, is par for the course of Steve dragging Bucky into messes that Steve created.
***
Steve needs to pull on all his limited acting skills from his USO tour days to keep himself from laughing at the outfits presented to them. Well, mostly the laughter is directed at his own outfit. They both have capes and boots, but that’s about where the similarity ends. Bucky’s is… Well, Bucky is going to look good in it and Steve is feeling some sort of way over that.
Because Tony is Tony, they’re at a fitting session to make sure nothing is out of place or needs adjusting before the event next week. They emerge from their separate changing areas and Steve clenches his jaw to keep it from falling on the floor.
Bucky is in a form-fitting black bodysuit. His knee-high boots and belt are both black with silver accents. The cape wraps around his left shoulder, exposing the metal arm, and crosses over his chest to drape over his right arm. It’s lined in black, with a shimmery silver material over the top, and a red star on it. Steve swallows hard and tears his eyes away before Bucky notices that he’s ogling him.
His own outfit is much more hilarious. While Bucky looks… noble in his get-up, Steve looks like a comic book character. Steve’s bodysuit is the same deep blue of his normal suit, except with one major difference: it’s sparkly. The shiny metallic blue wouldn’t be so terrible, though, if it weren’t for all the sunshine yellow accents. His boots are yellow, with this ridiculous folded over section at the top just below his knees. He’s got gloves that go halfway to his elbows, again in yellow. The lining of the cape is yellow. His belt is yellow. And the two circular pins over his collarbones that attach the cape to the suit—much like how Thor’s connects to his armor—are also yellow. The entire thing is bright and garish and he loves how ostentatious it is.
But it’s not quite enough, and he knows exactly what to do.
“You look far too pleased with yourself over there,” Bucky grumbles. “You look ridiculous. What are you smiling about?”
“I have an idea,” he says, a huge grin splitting his face as he tugs at the high neck. “I’m going to beat Tony at his own game.”
Bucky rolls his eyes. “Just leave me out of it. I don’t look like a walking disco ball and I’ll be damned if you’re going to change that.”
“I promise I won’t make you look bad. But I do have one suggestion for yours, if I may?” He looks over at the petite woman that has been poking at them and adjusting the fabrics.
“What?” she asks, her accent making the w sound like a v. “I am already going against my own likes and gave you both these ridiculous capes because he asked for it. Bah, capes,” she adds with a mutter, waving her hand in dismissal.
“His collar,” Steve says, stepping off his dias and over to Bucky. “He’s got the silver cape, but with his hair also having all the silvery-gray in it, and his beard, too—” Bucky shoots him a death glare, “ —sorry, Buck, but it’s true and you know it. What I’m thinking is that with his beard and his hair, it kind of blends into the cape and you lose the impact of it over all the black. But what if you gave him a high, popped collar, that flared out a bit? And instead of leaving your hair loose, you pull it into a low ponytail?” Steve stands behind Bucky and sets the edges of his hands on the top of Bucky’s shoulders, holding them up and tilted out a bit to show her what he means.
“Ohhhh,” she says, pushing her glasses up her nose with one slim finger. “Yes, yes, I love it. You, come here,” she barks, grabbing Bucky’s cape and dragging him to his knees. After producing a tape from a pocket, she leans in and takes measurements before dismissing him to go and change again.
“Now, what do you want?” she demands, looking up at Steve with her arms crossed.
He grins as he falls to his knees before her.
“I want a vee-neck.”
***
“Jesus Christ, Steve!” Bucky sputters when Steve comes out of his room.
“Something wrong, Buck?” he asks, fighting his laughter.
“You have fucking tits in that thing. What were you thinking?”
Steve lets his laughter out, tipping his head back as he does.
“I’m thinking that maybe Tony will think twice about trying to get one over on me.”
“I don’t understand how none of these new friends of yours have figured out how much of a shit you are.”
“Oh, I caught on pretty quick— Jesus, Steve. Put those things away!” Sam’s eyes go comically wide as he enters the suite that Steve and Bucky share.
“God, this is so unfair,” Bucky grumbles. “Why do you look so good?” he asks, eyeing Sam.
“I do look good, don’t I?” Sam preens under the attention, taking the opportunity to smooth a hand down the front of his tuxedo coat. He’s got a black tux with a crisp white shirt and a red vest, with a matching pocket square and bowtie.
“Besides,” Sam continues, “It’s not like you’re going to be up on stage anyway, Bucky. Just me, Nat, Tony, and spangles over here.”
“For which I am eternally grateful. Doesn’t change the fact that I’m in this ridiculous outfit anyway.”
“It’s not ridiculous, you look good. Very… medieval knight-esque. It’s a good look. Promise.”
“Sam’s right,” Steve chimes in. “You look amazing. I’d bid on you.” He clamps his mouth shut as Bucky gives him an odd look.
“Yeah, well, if you make more than Tony tonight because of this get-up, I guess that’s one good thing to come of you looking this outlandish.”
Steve smiles wide. “That’s the plan, pal.”
***
Tony does, in fact, choke on his drink when Steve walks into the ready room. Steve laughs as he watches him wipe his chin.
“What did you do?” Tony demands.
“I just made it a bit more comfortable is all. It’s a very warm fabric with not much give.”
Tony narrows his eyes as he glares at Steve. “You weren’t supposed to like this.”
“Ah, it’s for a good cause, right? C’mon, let’s go see which one of us can make the most money being auctioned off.” Steve puts an arm around Tony’s shoulders.
“Pretty sure the answer to that is ‘Steve’s Tits,’ buddy,” Sam chips in. “I’m not gonna get any bids now. Oh damn, look at you,” he adds with a low whistle as Natasha walks in. “Are we allowed to bid on each other?”
Natasha smirks as she wraps an arm around Sam’s waist and looks up at him coyly. “Aw, Sam, you flatter me. But you don’t need to pay for a night with me. You just have to actually ask me.”
“I–wh– what?”
Bucky snorts as Sam’s brain shorts out at Nat’s flirting.
“James, you look very regal,” she says, stepping away from Sam and giving Bucky a kiss on the cheek.
“I hate this fucking cape,” he grumbles.
“It’s quite dashing. Certainly not like Steve’s.”
“I look fabulous and you’re all just jealous,” he retorts.
“We’re really, really not, buddy,” Sam answers.
“Right, let’s get this show on the road, shall we?” Tony is clearly impatient with them all, and doesn’t wait for an answer before he leaves the room to enter the main banquet hall.
They all file out behind him, the appreciative oohs and ahs turning to shocked gasps as Steve comes out last. The others have spread out around the room already, ditching him like rats fleeing a sinking ship, so there is nothing to stop the crowd that gathers around him almost immediately.
“Captain Rogers, what is this that you’re wearing?”
“Who designed the outfit?”
“Did you pick this out yourself?”
Questions fly at him rapid-fire, and he takes them all in stride, laughing as he raises his hands for a moment to speak.
“I lost a bet to Tony, who then chose this outfit for me tonight as my payment of said bet. But it’s for a good cause, so I can’t be too upset about it.”
“Is that why Sergeant Barnes is dressed that way as well?” someone asks.
“Yes, Bucky was unfortunate enough to have unwittingly been part of the reason that I lost the bet, hence his outfit. But seeing as he’s not part of the auction, his is much more reasonable than mine.”
“Plus I think Tony is a little bit afraid of me still,” Bucky chimes in, appearing suddenly at Steve’s side. He flashes his most charming grin, and Steve can’t stop the flutter in his chest. Bucky has always looked good, but as he’s gotten older and the silver has come into his hair, it’s given him a distinguished look that makes Steve want to fall to his knees and show Bucky exactly how he feels. But this is certainly neither the time nor the place, and he tamps it down as he refocuses on the event at hand.
Steve forces a smile as the others laugh at Bucky’s words. “I think that’s enough for now, friends. Save some story space for the real reason we’re here,” he says. “The charity auction will be starting soon enough.”
He follows Bucky over to the bar with a relieved sigh. “Thanks, Buck.”
Bucky eyes him over the rim of his glass. “Not that I don’t enjoy watching you squirm, but it’s more fun when I’m the one making you do it.”
His breath catches as he stares at Bucky. He’s sure his cheeks are turning red, and he really, really needs to stop his brain from running full steam down the wrong track because he’s positive this outfit will not hide it if he gets hard. Even with the compression underwear squeezing him painfully to help minimize his bulge.
It doesn’t help when Bucky’s gaze sweeps down his chest and Bucky bites his bottom lip before he turns away to study the room.
“I think Sam might have the right idea, though. I’m not up for auction, so maybe I’ll join the bidding.”
Steve lets out a shaky breath as he follows Bucky’s line of sight to where Natasha is standing, looking as confident and in charge as ever in her slinky red dress with little black spiderwebs dotted across it.
“Go for it, if that’s what you want.” His voice is rough to his own ears, and he quickly slams down the tumbler of whisky that Bucky had passed to him. It doesn’t do anything, they both know that, but it still warms his throat on the way down and gives him a pleasant tingling for a minute.
“Whatever makes you happy is all I want for you, you know that,” Steve adds before walking away. He doesn’t look back, he can’t. He wouldn’t be able to hide the hurt right now, hide the jealousy and the want that he’s kept to himself for all his life.
***
“Thank you, everyone. Senator, our people will be in contact to formalize the arrangements for your evening with Ms. Romanov.” Tony waits a moment for the applause to die down, taking another sip from what had to be at least his dozenth glass that Steve has seen him with tonight. He turns to look at Steve with a smirk.
“That just leaves good ol’ Cap and myself. So! Let’s open up the bidding for Captain America and his magnificent tits of justice over here.” Tony waves his arm and sways a bit on his feet while the crowd starts hooting and whistling. He giggles when Rhodey comes over and takes away the microphone and glass. “That’s fine, I brought my own!” he cheers, pulling a flask out of his pocket. “Oh, boo. It’s empty.”
Steve sighs and shakes his head, running a hand over his beard and tugging on his chin before he turns to the room and plasters on his best smile. The auctioneer regains control of the crowd, and paddles start flying across the room as arms shoot into the air left and right.
“Two hundred thousand in the back there, thank you. Can I get two-and-a-quarter? Two-and-a-quarter, thank you. How about two-and-a-half? Thank you, down here in the front…” The numbers continue to climb faster than Steve can keep track of, his head spinning from the amounts people are willing to spend for a few hours with him.
“I have four hundred thousand, can I get—five hundred, thank you, okay, five-and-half…” Steve watches the two women go back and forth for a few minutes with growing amusement, until a familiar voice in the back calls out.
“One million.”
A collective gasp goes through the room as heads spin to see who spoke.
“One million?” the auctioneer asks, taken aback.
“Yes.”
Steve can’t see him through the crowd. He has no idea what is going through his head, or why Bucky is doing this.
“Okay… I have one million. Anyone want to raise that?”
The crowd murmurs quietly.
“One and a quarter!” Someone calls out.
“Two million,” Bucky immediately counters.
The murmuring grows louder, and the auctioneer has to shout to be heard.
“Two million going once… Going twice… Okay, sold for two million to number three-one-zero.” The gavel slams and Steve’s ears ring.
“Uh, is there something we should know, Cap?” Tony asks, draping his arm over Steve’s shoulders and leaning into him.
“What? No,” he growls. He can feel his anger rising and he pushes Tony off him. With a glare out at the crowd in Bucky’s direction, Steve storms off the stage.
***
“Steve?”
He hears Bucky calling his name as he follows him down the hall but he ignores him and keeps walking, heading for the elevator to take him back upstairs to their rooms.
“Steve!” Bucky gets his hand in the door of the elevator just in time to stop it from closing all the way and he steps inside as soon as it opens back up. Unkindly, Steve wishes it had been his real hand and not the metal one so it might’ve hurt for even just a moment.
“What the fuck, Bucky! I’m not a scrawny ninety pound kid with chronic health issues anymore! I can handle a goddamned date!”
“That’s not—”
“Really? Because it sure felt that way. And how do you even have that much fucking money?”
“I—HYDRA safehouses. I was on the run for two years, remember? You think I had fucking jobs to pay for shit?”
Steve pauses, as if this should have been obvious to him before now. “Oh. Yeah, I guess that makes sense. But still! What the fuck? Why would you do that? I thought you were talking about bidding on Nat!”
Bucky recoils as if Steve had hit him.
“Natalia? Why on earth would I do that?”
“Well, you— I mean— I don’t know! But you’re… you, and if you’re looking to date again, it’s not like she wouldn’t be a good match for you.”
“Christ, you are so fucking stupid sometimes. I’m not interested in her at all.”
“Then why!” Steve shouts, completely out of patience.
“Because you’re mine!” Bucky yells back.
They stare at each other in shocked silence. The elevator has reached their floor and the doors have opened but neither of them move to leave.
Steve feels his eyebrows drawing together, head tipping to the side in silent question as his mouth works but no words come out. Bucky takes a deep breath and swallows hard.
“I couldn’t bear the thought of some dame puttin’ her paws all over you,” he says quietly. “I was never jealous of you for being with Peggy, I was jealous of Peggy for being with you. I was perfectly happy with you bein’ small and nobody wanting you, because that meant I wouldn’t lose you. You were always perfect to me.”
“I… what?” Steve breathes, scarcely able to believe what he’s hearing.
“I love you, you idiot. I always have. And I couldn’t stand there and watch you being fought over for some petty bragging—”
Steve doesn’t give him a chance to finish. He surges forward, launching himself at Bucky. He catches Steve easily, even though he’s knocked slightly off balance and they stumble back a few steps before Bucky’s arms close tight around him. Steve’s arms are already around the back of Bucky’s neck and their mouths meet roughly.
“I love you too,” he breathes when they finally part. “Always. It’s always been you.”
Bucky groans and buries a hand in Steve’s hair, dragging him in for another kiss that he quickly takes control of. Steve whimpers, pressing himself closer against Bucky’s body.
“Take me to bed,” Steve begs. “Please. I need you.”
“God, yes. Anything, baby. Anything you want.”
They stumble out of the elevator, still glued to each other, and Steve finds himself being slammed up against the wall.
“Fuck, Steve you have no idea how long—”
“Yes, I do. Wanted you since we were teens.”
Bucky grabs the edges of Steve’s top and yanks, pulling the material off his shoulders and trapping his arms against his sides.
“These goddamned tits,” he growls, cupping Steve’s chest and squeezing tight. “Been driving me nuts since you pulled me off Zola’s table.”
Steve gasps as Bucky thumbs over his nipples.
“My—my room. Now,” he demands.
“Mine’s closer,” Bucky counters.
“You got slick in yours?” Steve asks.
“Shit. Okay, yours.”
Steve laughs, breathless, as Bucky hauls him up by the ass. He wraps his legs around Bucky’s waist and frees his arms enough to hold onto Bucky’s shoulders.
“I don’t want to know, but please tell me you’ve done this before? Because I don’t know if I have it in me to be patient and gentle with you right now.”
Bucky’s words send a spike of heat through his body, and Steve whines as he tightens his grip on Bucky.
“I have. Uh, not since waking up, though. It’s a lot harder to hide these things in the future.”
“Good.”
Steve is dropped unceremoniously onto his bed and Bucky begins to strip off his costume. Hastily, Steve follows suit, and when he doesn’t move fast enough, Bucky starts to help.
“Fuck, look at you.”
Surprisingly, Steve finds himself blushing under Bucky’s gaze, as he takes in Steve’s naked body. It’s not even like they haven’t been naked around each other in the past, or that they sometimes only walk around in their underwear, as recently as just last week. But everything has changed between them now, and knowing that Bucky is looking at him with open lust in his eyes makes him feel more on display than he’s ever been before.
He shifts position, crawling to the end of the bed where Bucky still stands. As much as Bucky looks like he wants to eat Steve alive, Steve feels much the same way. His mouth waters at the thought of finally getting a taste of Bucky.
“Can I?” he asks, licking his lips as he focuses his eyes on the thick, veiny cock in Bucky’s hand. It’s a lot bigger than he remembered it being when they were younger, and he assumes that the serum Bucky received did the same to him as it had done to Steve—enhanced everything.
“Christ, baby. Been dreaming about that since we were kids. Pretty sure I ain’t gonna last long the first time no matter what, so go right ahead.”
With a quick glance up Bucky’s body, over his heaving chest and into his eyes darkened with desire, Steve leans down in. Bucky moans, deep and long, when Steve’s mouth closes around the head. He swirls his tongue over the tip and through the slit, getting his first taste of precome. He savors the tang of it as he pushes further, taking Bucky as deep as he can.
A soft exhale sounds above him, spurring him on. Steve hollows his cheeks as he pulls back.
“Go ahead,” he says, popping off for a breath, when Bucky’s hands hesitantly make their way toward his head. “I don’t mind.”
Bucky curses again, his right hand fisting tight into the hair at the back of Steve’s head. Steve lets himself go loose, resting his hands lightly on Bucky’s hips. Cool metal wraps around the side of his face, cupping his jaw, and then Bucky begins to move. It’s slow at first, but as Steve’s moans grow louder, Bucky grows more confident.
Bucky’s cock forces itself to the back of Steve’s throat, and Steve is in heaven. His jaw is spread painfully wide, lips stretched around the thick base of Bucky’s shaft, the dense patch of hair there tickling his nose with every thrust. His lungs burn with the lack of oxygen, and he can feel his own cock leaking profusely with how turned on he is.
Every masturbatory fantasy he’s ever had about letting Bucky use him, letting Bucky take his pleasure with Steve, is coming true.
“Fuck, Steve, Steve, I’m—” Bucky comes with one final thrust, and Steve chokes and gags as his throat is flooded with warmth. A matching heat spreads through Steve’s core, and his hands grip Bucky’s hips tight as he struggles to breathe, swallow, and moan all at the same time, while his own cock twitches and spills on the sheets beneath him.
He’s about to tap on Bucky’s side to get his attention when the hand in his hair loosens and he slowly pulls out. Steve sucks in a shaky breath as he licks his lips. Bucky’s left hand slides from his jaw to curl under his chin, and Steve forces his eyes open as Bucky tips his head up. He’s surprised by the concern and gentleness on Bucky’s face. Steve smiles up at him, quite pleased with himself for how well he took Bucky’s cock, considering that he hasn’t given a blowjob since the war.
“Look at you,” Bucky whispers, awed. “Already getting cock-drunk and all I did was shove it down your throat.”
Steve hums in agreement. “Been a long time since I had any,” he rasps. “And this time it’s actually you, and I don’t have to pretend in my head that it is.”
Bucky’s face swiftly changes, and the possessiveness that had been on it in the elevator returns, sending a delightful shiver through Steve.
“Where’s the slick?” he demands.
“Nightstand,” he answers, gesturing loosely with his arm.
“On your knees, middle of the bed.”
It’s not a request, it’s a command, followed by a shove backwards.
Steve goes readily.
“Which drawer—fucking hell, Steve.”
He glances over his shoulder to find Bucky staring in awe at the contents of the nightstand.
“I’ve known for a long time that I preferred having dicks inside me over having my dick inside of a pussy,” Steve states matter-of-factly.
“You fucking… god, if I’d only had the balls…” Bucky trails off as he picks up one of the dildos and looks at Steve with one eyebrow raised.
Steve shrugs a shoulder as best he can with them pressed against the bed, supporting his weight as he reaches back to spread his cheeks wide.
“That one’s my favorite.”
Bucky eyes the length of silver and black shimmery silicone. He runs a hand along the spiral, from the base as thick as his wrist up to the thin, blunt tip, and back down, thumbing over all the raised circles.
“A tentacle dildo? Seriously?”
“It feels amazing. You’re welcome to try it.”
“Maybe another time,” Bucky muses, comparing the length of it against his forearm. “You actually take the whole thing?” he asks, a hint of awe in his voice.
“Gotta work up to it, I can’t go right for it, but yeah.”
“We are never leaving this bed again.”
Steve laughs, and Bucky grins as he returns the dildo and grabs the bottle of lube.
“But before I start playing with all of that—” he waves his arm toward the nightstand as he climbs onto the bed, “—the first thing I put inside you is definitely gonna be me.”
“God, yes, please.”
“Fuck, you beg so sweet for it. How could I resist? Especially when you’ve got such a pretty little hole? Bet it’s gonna look even better stretched around my cock.”
Steve moans at the thought.
“Gonna fill you up nice, baby. Give you what you need, don’t worry.” Thick, warm fingers tease and probe at his hole while Bucky talks. He’s about to start begging again when Bucky finally pushes in, pumping a single finger in and out twice before immediately adding another.
“Look at that, just opening right up for me. You played with this hole earlier today, hm? Already got yourself off today and still begging for more? You that much of a cock whore?”
A whine lodges itself in Steve’s throat as a third finger presses in. Bucky’s hand pumps and twists, and Steve jolts when he brushes against his prostate.
“Oh, there we go. Right there?”
The taunting in Bucky’s voice shouldn’t be as much of a turn on as it is, but Steve has dreamed for, longed for this moment for more than half of his waking life. Nothing Bucky could say or do right now would make him any less desperate, or any less hard.
“Yeah, that’s it. Look at that cock. Just came not that long ago and you’re leaking all over. Come on, baby. Lemme see it. Gonna make you come on my fingers before I fuck the life outta you, stuff you so full a’ my come that it just runs right back out. Got so many years to make up for and I have no idea how many times I can come before I’m tapped out for the night but I sure as fuck intend to find out right now—”
Steve cries out, grip on his own ass tightening as he comes.
Bucky purrs.
“That’s it, fuck, so pretty when you come, baby.”
“Please,” he gasps, trembling from Bucky’s relentless massaging of his prostate.
“Yeah, okay, baby,” Bucky chuckles, but he gives Steve a reprieve and shifts his hand.
“Shoulda known you’d be a talker,” Steve manages between breaths.
“Only for you, baby. Got my head all twisted up, don’t know what I want to do more, fuck you or taunt you— fuck, how are you so tight still?” Bucky groans as the fat head of his cock pushes inside Steve, replacing his fingers.
“Oh god, yes…” Steve turns his head, smushing his face against the bed as he bites at the sheets.
Bucky’s hands clamp down on Steve’s waist and he pulls Steve back onto his cock as he pushes forward, slowly but steadily seating himself fully.
“Fuck, yes, yes,” Steve pants, unable to manage any other words. His ability for coherent thought has fled his body, replaced only with the awareness and sensation of Bucky’s cock inside him.
“Fuck, Steve…” Bucky’s voice is just as strained and wrecked as Steve feels, and he hasn’t even moved yet.
“Gimme…” he doesn’t complete the thought, but instead Bucky takes Steve’s hands and pushes his arms forward as he leans over Steve’s back, forcing Steve’s body flat against the mattress. Bucky’s hands cover his, lacing their fingers together, before he finally begins fucking Steve.
Except it’s not the wild and frenzied thrusting he’d anticipated, but long and slow rolls of his hips.
“Buck…” he breathes, fingers tightening around Bucky’s.
Warm air ghosts over his neck as Bucky mouths at his shoulder, pressing soft kisses into his skin.
“I love you,” Bucky whispers, like it’s a precious secret. Once upon a time, it was, and Steve understands that this is no longer about the auction, or about the outfits, but about two boys who’d had to hide who they really were for fear of the consequences.
“I love you,” he answers, and turns his face towards Bucky’s, craning his neck to meet his lips.
And if their bodies are more evenly matched than they should be, and if the brown hair curtaining their faces is too long and too full of gray and silver, Steve doesn’t notice.