I know. [And Bucky's smile says that he clearly enjoys that passion. It's what had dragged them into many an alleyway fight, what had bolstered them through hard times on the front in Europe. It's what had fueled their morning fun, from magnets and poetry to pancakes and doing their best to make a mess of the couch. And it's what fuels the way Steve looks at him now, eyes deep and mesmerizing like he's trying to draw Bucky right in.
Bucky has no problem falling into that gaze, falling into Steve.]
Yeah, I do. I definitely do. [Bucky keeps his gaze locked on Steve, because he's instigating and he knows he's instigating and he's really, really hoping that Steve's on board with escalating. Judging from the movement of his friend's hips? He's guessed right. He rolls his own hips with the motion and it's nice, it's good, he could really get used to moving like this together and he lets his tongue swirl around Steve's fingers, sucking hard before pulling off with a wet pop.]
Steve. [His voice is quiet but intense, reflecting the earnestness in his expression. There's almost nothing left of hesitation, because this is Steve and sure it's been a while, but what better way to figure things out than together?] Stop holding back. I want this. I want you.
[Steve has always been a bit of a firebrand. It was probably a coping mechanism when he was a kid, and now it's force of habit a lot of the time, but the way he burns under Bucky's touch is something that has never, will never, change.
A shudder of pleasure runs through him, head to toe, and he makes a shocked little sound in his throat. There shouldn't be any doubt he's into this, though, because when Bucky's body ripples against him he's right with with it, rocking into him and sighing like he just caught a glimpse of Paradise.
He opens his eyes again when Bucky says his name, giving him a downright giddy smile.] Buckyyy...
[He says his name just to say it. To taste it on his tongue.] Help me get my damn pants off, then. Yours, too. Do you, uh...?
[He's not a virgin, he knows how this works, but for some stupid reason it's hard to put words to the images in his head, and he's going pink all over now.] Who's on top?
[Not that there's any rush to decide. Not that they can't take turns all day if they really want to.]
[It's electric, the movements of their hips together. What it hints at, what it could be. What they can do together, since that's the way this encounter seems to be going. It makes a shiver run down Bucky's spine because nothing has ever felt this good before and he has the wild thought that maybe it really is about finding the right partner.
And he really, really likes how Steve says his name.]
I like both. [He smiles at Steve, leans in to kiss that blush and stays close to nuzzle against his partner's cheek.] But I think I'd like to know how it feels to have you inside me. If you want that.
[Of course, taking off pants means they have to separate and Bucky doesn't really like that idea. So it takes him a while to actually move, sliding off the bed and sliding his hands to Steve's waistband. The actual act of removing the garment is probably going to go pretty slow, unless Steve pushes at his hands, because some things are meant for taking the time to savor and this is special.]
Haven't done much of that. [He confesses softly, nuzzling back. It's so delicate, so gentle, that touch; it makes something in the back of his throat tickle, which in turn makes him squirm and sets off a chain reaction of sensation all the way down to his groin.]
Ahh, oh, fuck...yeah, I want it. I definitely want it. [He clings to Bucky's shoulders for a few more seconds, twice as reluctant to separate as the other man is. At last he relents, though, stroking down Bucky's arms as he backs away.]
Just be sure an' give me plenty of feedback. I don't wanna be too rough. [They're both built to take rough, and Steve doesn't object to it in general, but this...this is their first time, and he A) doesn't want to screw it up and B) wants it to be special.
He watches Bucky reach for his waistband, looking downright dazed, and he certainly could help speed the process along, but it's arousing just to watch his friend's hands work at his clothes, peel them free of his body. Steve is panting, starry eyed, but he lifts his hips helpfully and slides his legs free one at a time.]
I don’t care how much you’ve done. I’ll help you. I want to help you learn me. [It’s said with another quick little kiss, something that’s full of affection for his partner, for Steve. Bucky wants, more than anything, to share everything he can with Steve, just as they always have. Adding intimacy into their friendship seems only natural.]
Sometimes I like to play rough. We can explore that later. [It’s meant as a reassurance and offer both; Bucky isn’t worried about Steve hurting him because they’re both built to take a lot of punishment, and he’s not worried about a firm touch turning him off to things either. But he does like the idea of taking things slowly for their first time, of taking the time to explore each other and find out what they like.
He murmurs soft words of thanks as Steve shifts to let him pull pants off, quiet little things full of affection and happiness as the garment is discarded to the side. Hands trace back up Steve’s mostly bare legs, appreciation in Bucky’s expression as his fingers play with the hem of plain boxers.]
I half expected the stars and stripes. [He’s teasing, it’s clear in his expression as he moves his hands up to curl them into the waistband of the garment. He hesitates just long enough to make sure that Steve is okay with this before tugging at the material, pulling it off with all the gentility he knows how to show. And when Steve is fully bare, when his hands can find those legs and trace appreciatively along the muscle? He’s blown away by it, by how Steve looks and by the look in Steve’s eyes and Bucky thinks he needs a moment just to catch up to the reality of doing this with Steve, with the one person who means the world to him.]
I don’t know if gorgeous was the right word, earlier. I wish you could see yourself right now.
['I want to help you learn me', he says, and Steve finds himself marveling over what a perfect turn of phrase that is. That, yes, that is exactly what he needs, what they both need, after such a long and brutal time apart. And that's why this will work, why it already feels so right. They knew one another by heart, as boys. Circumstances tore them up but they're pulling themselves back together and learning the changes time has left in one another.
Newness and oldness, novelty and stability. This was meant to be, and Steve will never stop regretting Bucky's pain, but on his own account, it's been worth the journey.]
I think I could handle that, [He says, with respect to playing rough. He might have to go slow and careful, might need to experience the receiving end before he's comfortable giving, but he knows well enough that conflict and love aren't mutually exclusive. They can tussle and tangle and share everything.]
I'll wear the cute ones for you next time. [He promises when Bucky tugs at his boxers.] You want the ones with eagles on 'em, or should I go all out and get blue silk or somethin'? [Despite being able to fire back with banter, Steve is outright panting now, chest rising and falling, and it's clearly a relief to get free of the underwear, because he's about as hard as he can get.]
All I wanna see is you. [He sits up and catches Bucky's face in both of his hands, dragging him into a kiss that's nothing short of ravenous, desire flaring past the ability of tenderness to contain it.]
[Learning each other is probably the best way Bucky has of describing it. Or perhaps relearning would be more accurate. They've always been close, but this is a new dimension of closeness, in bodies that are relatively new to both of them. Bucky still feels like a stranger in his own skin some days, and he wonders — marvels, really — at how Steve just makes him feel so comfortable. Even before this morning, even before their decision to pursue whatever this thing is, Steve has always made him feel comfortable. Like a favorite sweater on a cold day, his friend's presence has wrapped around him, warm and comforting without clinging too tight. It's something he treasures.]
Later. [There's no need for roughness now, no need for anything that pushes those boundaries. This is about exploring each other, learning, and aside from a little play wrestling like they've already done, Bucky doesn't really see things dipping into the rough category. Not when there's miles of Steve's skin to explore, not when Steve's inviting him to tug at his clothes, to help him undress.
He can't help but grin at Steve's suggestions though. Silk? Fancy.] You can wear whatever you damn well want, I'm just going to be stripping it right off of you. Just like this.
[Which is his hands sliding the fabric down steadily, going a little bit slower than he'd like because he's afraid that his hands are going to shake if he rushes. All of him feels a little shaky, honestly, but it's not in a bad way. It's like all the want, all the need he has for Steve is bubbling up inside him, almost like a carbonated beverage that's been given a good shake. It's all pressure, like he's going to pop and spill out all over Steve. It's not a bad thing though. It's not bad at all.
It's definitely not bad when Steve's finally bared, sprawled in Bucky's bed (he's in Bucky's bed!), aroused because of what they're doing and what they're going to do and nothing, nothing in Bucky's life has felt nearly as amazing as this. He's stunned a little speechless in fact, by Steve's words and by the look in his eyes because those words, that look? That's for him.
Steve moves to kiss him and Bucky all but melts against his partner, hands curling around Steve's wrists. Lips part for him and a needy sound escapes Bucky, lost between the press of their mouths. He tries to press himself closer too, tries to get as much contact between their bodies as possible because there's no such thing as too much, not where Steve is concerned; all thoughts of slowing this down have flown right out the window. It feels too right to want to stop.
Eventually his hands drop to the waistband of his own pants, to pop the button and yank down the zip, relieving some of the pressure of fabric against his arousal. He needs to be as naked as Steve, needs to be pressed right up against all that warm, smooth skin, needs to crawl all over his partner, to learn and explore and experience. All that stands in their way is Bucky's jeans and boxer-briefs, and he means to remedy that post haste.]
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no worries at all, seriously! I don't mind waiting for you
Bucky has no problem falling into that gaze, falling into Steve.]
Yeah, I do. I definitely do. [Bucky keeps his gaze locked on Steve, because he's instigating and he knows he's instigating and he's really, really hoping that Steve's on board with escalating. Judging from the movement of his friend's hips? He's guessed right. He rolls his own hips with the motion and it's nice, it's good, he could really get used to moving like this together and he lets his tongue swirl around Steve's fingers, sucking hard before pulling off with a wet pop.]
Steve. [His voice is quiet but intense, reflecting the earnestness in his expression. There's almost nothing left of hesitation, because this is Steve and sure it's been a while, but what better way to figure things out than together?] Stop holding back. I want this. I want you.
you're lovely
A shudder of pleasure runs through him, head to toe, and he makes a shocked little sound in his throat. There shouldn't be any doubt he's into this, though, because when Bucky's body ripples against him he's right with with it, rocking into him and sighing like he just caught a glimpse of Paradise.
He opens his eyes again when Bucky says his name, giving him a downright giddy smile.] Buckyyy...
[He says his name just to say it. To taste it on his tongue.] Help me get my damn pants off, then. Yours, too. Do you, uh...?
[He's not a virgin, he knows how this works, but for some stupid reason it's hard to put words to the images in his head, and he's going pink all over now.] Who's on top?
[Not that there's any rush to decide. Not that they can't take turns all day if they really want to.]
♥!
And he really, really likes how Steve says his name.]
I like both. [He smiles at Steve, leans in to kiss that blush and stays close to nuzzle against his partner's cheek.] But I think I'd like to know how it feels to have you inside me. If you want that.
[Of course, taking off pants means they have to separate and Bucky doesn't really like that idea. So it takes him a while to actually move, sliding off the bed and sliding his hands to Steve's waistband. The actual act of removing the garment is probably going to go pretty slow, unless Steve pushes at his hands, because some things are meant for taking the time to savor and this is special.]
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Ahh, oh, fuck...yeah, I want it. I definitely want it. [He clings to Bucky's shoulders for a few more seconds, twice as reluctant to separate as the other man is. At last he relents, though, stroking down Bucky's arms as he backs away.]
Just be sure an' give me plenty of feedback. I don't wanna be too rough. [They're both built to take rough, and Steve doesn't object to it in general, but this...this is their first time, and he A) doesn't want to screw it up and B) wants it to be special.
He watches Bucky reach for his waistband, looking downright dazed, and he certainly could help speed the process along, but it's arousing just to watch his friend's hands work at his clothes, peel them free of his body. Steve is panting, starry eyed, but he lifts his hips helpfully and slides his legs free one at a time.]
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Sometimes I like to play rough. We can explore that later. [It’s meant as a reassurance and offer both; Bucky isn’t worried about Steve hurting him because they’re both built to take a lot of punishment, and he’s not worried about a firm touch turning him off to things either. But he does like the idea of taking things slowly for their first time, of taking the time to explore each other and find out what they like.
He murmurs soft words of thanks as Steve shifts to let him pull pants off, quiet little things full of affection and happiness as the garment is discarded to the side. Hands trace back up Steve’s mostly bare legs, appreciation in Bucky’s expression as his fingers play with the hem of plain boxers.]
I half expected the stars and stripes. [He’s teasing, it’s clear in his expression as he moves his hands up to curl them into the waistband of the garment. He hesitates just long enough to make sure that Steve is okay with this before tugging at the material, pulling it off with all the gentility he knows how to show. And when Steve is fully bare, when his hands can find those legs and trace appreciatively along the muscle? He’s blown away by it, by how Steve looks and by the look in Steve’s eyes and Bucky thinks he needs a moment just to catch up to the reality of doing this with Steve, with the one person who means the world to him.]
I don’t know if gorgeous was the right word, earlier. I wish you could see yourself right now.
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Newness and oldness, novelty and stability. This was meant to be, and Steve will never stop regretting Bucky's pain, but on his own account, it's been worth the journey.]
I think I could handle that, [He says, with respect to playing rough. He might have to go slow and careful, might need to experience the receiving end before he's comfortable giving, but he knows well enough that conflict and love aren't mutually exclusive. They can tussle and tangle and share everything.]
I'll wear the cute ones for you next time. [He promises when Bucky tugs at his boxers.] You want the ones with eagles on 'em, or should I go all out and get blue silk or somethin'? [Despite being able to fire back with banter, Steve is outright panting now, chest rising and falling, and it's clearly a relief to get free of the underwear, because he's about as hard as he can get.]
All I wanna see is you. [He sits up and catches Bucky's face in both of his hands, dragging him into a kiss that's nothing short of ravenous, desire flaring past the ability of tenderness to contain it.]
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Later. [There's no need for roughness now, no need for anything that pushes those boundaries. This is about exploring each other, learning, and aside from a little play wrestling like they've already done, Bucky doesn't really see things dipping into the rough category. Not when there's miles of Steve's skin to explore, not when Steve's inviting him to tug at his clothes, to help him undress.
He can't help but grin at Steve's suggestions though. Silk? Fancy.] You can wear whatever you damn well want, I'm just going to be stripping it right off of you. Just like this.
[Which is his hands sliding the fabric down steadily, going a little bit slower than he'd like because he's afraid that his hands are going to shake if he rushes. All of him feels a little shaky, honestly, but it's not in a bad way. It's like all the want, all the need he has for Steve is bubbling up inside him, almost like a carbonated beverage that's been given a good shake. It's all pressure, like he's going to pop and spill out all over Steve. It's not a bad thing though. It's not bad at all.
It's definitely not bad when Steve's finally bared, sprawled in Bucky's bed (he's in Bucky's bed!), aroused because of what they're doing and what they're going to do and nothing, nothing in Bucky's life has felt nearly as amazing as this. He's stunned a little speechless in fact, by Steve's words and by the look in his eyes because those words, that look? That's for him.
Steve moves to kiss him and Bucky all but melts against his partner, hands curling around Steve's wrists. Lips part for him and a needy sound escapes Bucky, lost between the press of their mouths. He tries to press himself closer too, tries to get as much contact between their bodies as possible because there's no such thing as too much, not where Steve is concerned; all thoughts of slowing this down have flown right out the window. It feels too right to want to stop.
Eventually his hands drop to the waistband of his own pants, to pop the button and yank down the zip, relieving some of the pressure of fabric against his arousal. He needs to be as naked as Steve, needs to be pressed right up against all that warm, smooth skin, needs to crawl all over his partner, to learn and explore and experience. All that stands in their way is Bucky's jeans and boxer-briefs, and he means to remedy that post haste.]