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The feeling that settles into Bucky’s bones as he wakes sinks its teeth deep into his flesh, latching on with no sign of letting him free. He shuffles around in the sheets, brain foggy, eyes half open, brain coming slowly online as he moves his limbs and shakes awake.
His thighs ache. He forces them apart and the immediate rush of slick that coats the insides of them makes his eyes widen in shock. Steve’s sleeping beside him after a night of fucking him into oblivion and there’s the possibility that they forgot to clean up in their shared post-orgasm haze and there’s a little slick between his legs. And it’s often that he wakes up wet but he’s never this wet.
His hands find their way to the meeting of his thighs and there’s such a copious amount of slick coating them that the realization hits him like a kick to the stomach.
He’s in heat.
There isn’t time to wonder how or why as the sharp edge of pure, unadulterated arousal slices through him, heating him up from the inside out. He flips over onto his stomach, feels his cock begin to leak too as he grinds against the mattress. It’s covered in slick, too, bottom sheets almost soaked through and ruined with the evidence of Bucky’s unplanned heat.
He and Steve have discussed this and it’s nothing they’re unfamiliar with - both he and Bucky have been in heat and rut with previous partners, so they’re not exactly averse to spending their cycles with someone else. But Bucky wanted to be prepared for their first cycle spent together since they began dating, and not have it sprung on them in the middle of the night during the hottest July on record.
Bucky is already beginning to sweat so he throws the covers off of him.
He and Steve have only been sleeping for 2 or 3 hours and Bucky knows that for a man of Steve’s size, he doesn’t necessarily need to rest for any longer than a few more before he’s ready to face the day. But it’s 3am, Steve needs to be up for work at 5 in order to get his morning run in, and Bucky’s in heat and soaking the sheets in slick and precome. His rolling around isn’t helping, it’s only smearing his scent all over the pillow he’s lying on.
Bucky makes the decision to take his scent blockers as he hears Steve stir beside him.
The bathroom isn’t more than a few meters away but the walk there takes an eternity, not just because Bucky can’t take a step without either his knees wobbling or doubling over with the shock of arousal shooting up his spine. It makes him ache once he closes and locks the bathroom door, putting a barrier between him and his mate.
He takes the scent blockers quickly before shoving them back into their designated spot in the cabinet above the bathroom mirror. He catches a glimpse of his glassy-eyed, messy-haired self once he reaches back down and sighs, not before clutching his stomach then scrambling to grab at his cock when it throbs.
He needs Steve right now. His hole aches. So does his cock. He’s leaking from both ends for his alpha to hold him down, stop his squirming by fucking him drunk and knotting him. But Steve needs his sleep and Bucky will give him that, even if it means sleeping on the couch until Steve eventually wakes up and makes the connection that Bucky’s supposed to be sleeping beside him but isn’t.
In the meantime, Bucky strips, tossing the soaked sweats he’d been wearing into the hamper and closing it. The couch is soft enough and Bucky has no trouble finding a good position to sleep in, only comfort isn’t the thing that keeps Bucky’s eyes open until the clock on the wall ticks to 4. The sun rises at around half past four and the golden rays that shine directly into his eyes at long last force Bucky’s eyes closed.
He sleeps.
5am comes and goes.
Bucky sleeps.
5:05am.
Bucky stirs.
5:06am.
There’s pressure on his hips, pushing him deeper into the couch.
They’re hands, Bucky’s brain supplies and it slowly shakes itself from a silent, dreamless sleep.
He’s hot. He’s burning. Under his skin lies fire and inside his veins runs lava.
The hands on his hips inch up and up and up.
Which way is up?
“Sweetheart.”
A voice.
“‘Mega…”
Bucky opens his mouth.
Then his eyes.
The blur he sees is tinted, lavender and hazy, soft at the edges with the sun pouring into his vision. Steve stares back at him, eyes sharp and icy, melting as they catch sight of Bucky waking from slumber.
His hand rests over Bucky’s throat, thumb rubbing gently at his scent gland.
Bucky moans.
He can’t stop the sound, the way it flies from his mouth like it’s been punched out of his chest.
“Alpha-!”
He almost sobs as the memories of his heat come back to him at the same time as the red hot knife of arousal cuts through him. It’s painful, and his whole body clenches up with it.
Steve purrs into his neck, the deep rumble soothing against his skin. His scent shifts from nothing but arousal into a warmer, softer scent, and Bucky wraps himself in it, allows Steve to move him onto his stomach, toss the blanket to the side, spread his legs wide and give his cock some relief as it rubs against the couch.
“My sweet little thing,” Steve mumbles, tongue swiping rhythmically over the scent glands on Bucky’s neck, a comfort in the way it lulls the burn of Bucky’s skin into a pulsating heat. He stays with his face buried there until Bucky’s sobs of pain turn into whimpers as the feeling melts into arousal. He’s so fucking wet, can feel the way his skin cools along with the slick coating his thighs.
“Stevie,” He gasps, letting his limbs fall limp as Steve reaches down, kissing and sucking at Bucky’s shoulder as one of his hands comes to rest on Bucky’s ass. He squeezes hard and Bucky sees white, clenching his teeth with the sensation of Steve’s fingers teasing his slick-soaked hole.
Steve purrs, mouth close to Bucky’s ear as he lets his voice drip into Bucky’s brain. He shifts so his body is on top of Bucky’s, hands pressing and pushing at Bucky’s ass, kneading the flesh there before pushing it up and cupping it in his huge hands.
“That’s such a pretty sight, sugar,” Steve tells Bucky, dropping a kiss beneath his ear. He takes his time feeling Bucky up, rocking his hips down into Bucky’s in an effortless tease that makes the man beneath him ache for release.
“Steve-” Bucky slurs, not completely out of his head yet. He‘s still able to string together sensible sentences in his brain, only he can’t make his mouth cooperate to form any other words than the name of his alpha, the press of his tongue against the roof of his mouth being muscle memory. If Bucky could choose only one word to say for the rest of his life it would be ‘Steve’, he’s sure of it.
His back arches with the sudden press of Steve’s fingers over his hole, spreading the slick around him as his other hand holds him wide open.
It’s animal, the feeling that latches onto Bucky’s gut with sharp claws, tugs until he’s bleeding and aching and writhing in Steve’s grip, wanting more and pushing back against the two thick digits that are slowly pressing deeper inside of him.
“It’s okay, baby, I’ve got you,” Steve says, and it takes Bucky a moment to realize the wailing sound he’s been hearing for the past few seconds had been coming from him. Steve’s other hand strokes warmly up his spine, sending shivers racing throughout Bucky’s body, leaving him weak and pliant laid out on the couch.
“We weren’t expecting this to happen so soon, were we, sweetheart?”
Bucky’s head bobs from left to right in some messy semblance of a shake.
“Hmm,” Steve hums, and the noise is deep, slipping down Bucky’s back and making it arch. “But you need it, don’t you, Buck? You wanna lay back and let me take care of you, listen to every word I say and let yourself feel it, presenting for me and letting me have your way with you until you’re drooling even more than you already are.”
“Yes,” Bucky moans, grappling at Steve’s bare back. “Please.”
“I’ll give it to you, baby, just take it,” Steve says, and those words are exactly what Bucky needs to hear. Those fingers press on his prostate and Bucky’s so sensitive, so sensitive. He comes without any effort at all, losing himself to his heat and letting his body melt until he’s nothing but a pile of need, naked and vulnerable and pliant for Steve and only Steve.