fossilised | For Steve

[This is the part of sex that Bucky has always liked the most; oh, sure, the actual sex is always great when it happens, but there's something about being able to make his partner make those sort of sounds that drives him wild. And god but is Steve ever gorgeous to listen to, he's almost convinced that he might come in his shorts without even touching himself.

He doesn't care if Steve lasts two seconds or two hours, this is perfect and he wants to be the one to coax a climax out of him, one he'll swallow every drop of when it comes so as not to stain his costume.

It's agony not being able to talk to him and tell him how sexy he is, so he has to content himself with humming low in his throat while his mouth is... busy.]

[He doesn't last two seconds, but, well... it has been a very long time, Steve hasn't exactly trained up stamina in this area, and by god Bucky has left him wanting for months now. The dam is finally breaking and nothing will be spared from the flood.

With how hard Bucky is going for it too, it's not very long at all before Steve is tugging urgently at Bucky's hair. It's polite to warn, right? Right.]

Bucky - I'm-

[That's about the only coherent words he can make, gasping for breath between each, looking down at Bucky like he still can't really believe this is happening. Then he's squeezing his eyes shut again and throwing his head back as he cries out, vision going white then black as the orgasm hits him.]

[He's so hard that it's almost painful, an aching throb between his legs, as he takes Steve as far into his mouth as he can while still being able to swallow without choking. He feels-- great. He feels like his old self, sexy and charming and normal, and it's Steve that makes him feel like this.

He looks up when he's swallowed the last mouthful and grins, licking his lips cheekily.]

Wow, Steve, in a hallway, and I thought you were such a good boy.

[Heh.]

[Steve has to wonder if he looks even half as debauched as he feels, everything on display in an outfit that was already skintight, clinging all the more to every curve with the addition of sweat. Leaning against the wall and heaving for breath while he tries to get his legs back under him, looking down at Bucky with those slow fucked-out blinks.]

... Not such a good boy after all, I guess.

[They are in the hallway though, and really fuck the party at this point.]

You gotta either let me into your apartment or help me down to mine like now. I need your dick.

[For a second, Bucky feels like he's achieved nirvana or something because he's literally never heard anything sexier in his whole life. If this is God making up for the shitty few years he had, then he is all for it, because damn.]

Sir, yes sir.

[He grins even wider and loops Steve's arm over his shoulder to start helping him down the stairs, trailed by a confused dog.]

Have you got condoms? Lube?

[Please say yes, he has far too noticeable an erection to go down to a store right now.]

[Steve hastily tucks himself back in and gets at least one of the snaps closed with a little maneuvering. Obvious erection is one thing. Full monty out on display is another.]

Yeah, I - uh. [Inhale, Exhale, all in one breath.] Ikindagotsomebeforethefirstdate. Just in case.

[Sure he already came but Bucky is right there and Steve can't but help but kind of nuzzle and kiss at Bucky's cheek and neck and by his ear while they make their stumbling way down the stairs. Steve's also thankful for the relatively few keys on his keyring because he's fumbling for them blind. Second try gets the door open and then he's grabbing Bucky by the shirt and pulling him inside to kiss more fully.]

Before the first date? Wow, Steve, you horndog.

[He snorts, fairly sure that must have been the work of Natasha or Clint, or maybe even Tony now that he's met them all and knows what assholes they can be. Or wonderful people, since it means Steve actually has what they need right now. Yeah, definitely wonderful people.

Any further words are stopped pretty effectively by Steve's lips, not that he minds. He kicks the door shut and pushes Steve into his bedroom, shutting that door too in order to make sure Yasha is out in the lounge while they do this.

He's so wound up and ready for this that he doesn't have anything left in him to be nervous of how Steve might look at him when he strips. So the shirt is coming off and the shorts are coming down even as he keeps contact with lips on lips as much as possible. His torso is a mess, even aside from the arm which ends only a few inches below the shoulder, there's scars from other things criss-crossed on his skin.]

Too many clothes.

[It's a mumble against Steve's lips, half an order for him to strip and half a plea for it.]

[Steve has to pull away to get undressed, what with how his costume is effectively one single piece. He's worn it enough times to not get tangled in the slinky fabric though as he kicks it off along with the boots and knocks the cat ears into a corner somewhere, leaving him entirely naked.

He stares when he gets a look at Bucky, of course. No look of horror crosses his features though - it's pure hunger, pure thirst.

Steve's stamina isn't so great at holding back an orgasm, but hot diggity his refractory period may as well be that of a teenager's, apparently.

He drops to his knees in front of Bucky, eyes and voice pleading.]

Can I taste you, please?

[He wants the rest of it, dear god does he want the rest of it, but Bucky had a chance to swallow Steve in the hallway and Steve at least wants to see how deep he can take Bucky into his mouth.]

[If he lives to be a hundred and fifty, he'll never forget the sight of Steve on his knees looking up at him like that. It's the stuff that porn films wish they could emulate, because there's nobody on earth that could resist. He very nearly comes there and then, biting off a soft groan and having to ball his hand into a fist to keep from touching himself.]

Future reference, Steve, the answer to that is always yes.

[His eyes are almost black with how wide his pupils are blown.

He has never wanted anyone more than he wants Steve right now. He wants to flip him over and bury himself in his ass so desperately that it's probably a good thing Steve is going to suck him off first, to give him that refractory period to loosen him up and prepare him without going mad.]

[As desperate as he is - and he is desperate for it, Steve is almost shy as he leans in to lick at Bucky's cock. Hes only done this a couple times and it feels like a lifetime ago and he wasn't even very good then.

He has been, uh. Reading up on it though. The blessed age of the internet, where one can Google instructions and tips for how to suck dick for beginners. Wanting so much and finally getting, teasing isn't Steve's intent at all but he can't help but lick and suck and stroke and worship Bucky's erection with a reverence to it. Steve wants to explore every inch of Bucky, to learn everything he likes so he can express to Bucky without words just how Bucky makes him feel.]

[It won't be hard for Steve to find out what makes Bucky go wild, because he's not shy about letting Steve know. He's not quite as vocal, but low bitten off moans and panted breaths are strong indicators for when something is going well. His fingers fist in Steve's hair, tight but not tight enough to hurt or actually restrain him.]

S-Steve, I'm gonna-- Jesus.

[He just manages to give a warning so Steve can pull away if he wants, but it's only a second or two before his vision pretty much whites out.]

[In spite of the instructions saying to not try swallowing if you weren't even practiced with the sucking, Steve's pretty sure he couldn't pull away even if he wanted to. Mark hair pulling down on something Steve is apparently into, he braces his hands against Bucky's hips for balance and just sucks harder with the warning. He wants it, every bit of it he can get.

He does end up coughing a little, not expecting quite so much, but he thankfully doesn't gag or anything embarrassing like that. It just means a little escapes the corner of his mouth, so there's some of Bucky's come on his face when Steve finally pulls off of Bucky's dick to glance up at him and nuzzle against Bucky's hip.]

Was - uh - was I okay?

[Bucky's answer is to pull Steve up bodily, thankful for the strength in his remaining arm to let him haul that sort of weight, and kiss him fiercely. He tastes of salt, of come, but Bucky doesn't care.]

Yeah, Steve. [It's a breathless and amused murmur against his lips.] You were great.

[He starts trying to push Steve back towards the bed, more than ready to start worshipping his body and make it so Steve is a literal mindless mess, when Steve's phone starts ringing loudly.

Natasha wants to know where he is already.]

[Steve is happy to go where Bucky directs, on his feet to kiss Bucky until his lungs burn for air, to stumble back blindly to his bed - he's well on his way to being a mindless mess already, half hard once more.

Steve doesn't even recognize the sound of his phone at first - the blaring ring a background annoyance getting in the way of devoting all his attention to watching the way Bucky's muscles move beneath his skin, all dangerous fluidity that Steve knows will never stop being a turn-on.

It sets in that it's his PHONE making that sound with barely enough time for Steve to scramble and grab it before it goes to voicemail. His voice is a little rough from sucking Bucky off moments before and he does sound absolutely breathless. He launches into apologies as soon as he huts the green icon to answer.]

Nat! Hi! I'm sorry - I'm so sorry, I should have called earlier, uh - some things came up, we're not going to make it. I'm so sorry.

['Things came up' indeed. For all his apologizing, truly sincere apologizing, he's quick to take Bucky's hand while he's still on the phone. To thread their fingers together, to back up until the backs of his legs hit the edge of the bed where he sits, legs spread invitingly.]

[Nat is half annoyed and half worried. She knows Steve is reliable and he wouldn't just ditch out unless something really has come up, and she can't think of anything that would keep him from the party unless it was really bad. Has he been in another fight and hurt himself this time? Has he got sick?]

Do not apologise, just tell me what's happened. Do you need me to come around?

[She will leave Clint to hold the fort with the other guests and come on a crusade over to make sure he's okay, unless he satisfies her that nothing is wrong.

Bucky can scarcely believe that Steve is sat there, spread out, while he's on the phone. Sometimes that good boy persona really is just a veneer on top of something much more wicked and he loves it. Spurred on, he drops to his knees beside the bed and ducks his head to lap his tongue over Steve's balls and then down to his perineum.]

[for the second time today Steve has to call a hand over his mouth and bite his lip to hold back a moan. He wants to watch Bucky, but it's too much to try and hold a conversation with Nat. So he lets himself fall back against the sheets.

And raise a leg up on them to spread his legs wider. He could deny Bucky nothing.]

No! No, we're fine, we're both ... very fine. We just- I'll call back tomorrow, okay?

You don't sound fine, Steve, you sound out of breath and like you're trying to get rid of me. Like the last time you had pneumonia. I'm coming round, I'll be there in half an hour.

[She doesn't give him chance to respond before hanging up.

Bucky, ignorant of this development, is entirely absorbed in the blissful sight of Steve naked and spread before him. He ducks his head further, tugging Steve to the edge of the bed to make it easier, and starts to rim Steve with his tongue. Maybe he should have asked first, not all guys liked rimming, but he knows if it's done right then it can drive a guy wild.]

[Steve, as it turns out, is one of those people.

He desperately tries to yell before Natasha hangs up,] Nat, no, no- [But she's already gone. He needs to warn Bucky they're going to be having company, but all he gets out is a breathless call of Bucky's name while Bucky tugs him to the edge of the bed and then Bucky's tongue is there and Steve has never been rimmed before so there's a half second of weird before his brain practically short circuits with the sudden awareness that this is something he really really likes.

He drops the phone in favor of clutching at his bedsheets, back arching as the keening sound escapes again. Louder this time, with Steve not trying to silence himself. He needs to warn Bucky - Natasha has a spare key and even of she didn't Steve has seen her pick locks before, but he can't think of anything except for the feel of Bucky's mouth on him.]

[Oh, hell yes.

Bucky can practically feel the blood rushing between his legs when Steve makes that noise, and it just spurs him on to try and make him keep making those noises. He adores this, loves knowing that he's the one wringing these sounds out of someone he loves. And right now he doesn't feel scarred and fucked up and broken, he feels sexy and powerful and safe.]

Condoms. [He mumbles the words between taking breaths.] Lube.

[He has to have Steve, and he doesn't want to wait a whole lot longer.]

N-night stand-

[He can barely get the words out with how turned on he is from the wicked things Bucky's tongue was doing to him, a trembling mess sprawled on the bedsheets, precome dripping onto his stomach and pooling in the creases of skin made by his muscles. His dick hasn't even been touched - he'd be embarrassed if he could manage it.

He's thankful he moved the lube and condoms. He'd kept them in the bathroom until this morning, moving them in a sort of desperate hope they'd be needed. They're there with a smaller scratchpad, a pencil, his inhaler and his full week pill case for the handful of medication he needs to keep up on to make sure all his invisible illnesses stay that way.]

Please - Bucky, please, I need - I need you-

[Well, at this rate he wasn't certain he'd last even thirty minutes more. Bucky had a way of driving him absolutely wild.]

[It's always a surprise when he sees a reminder of the hidden illnesses lurking out of sight under Steve's skin, he looks so amazing and healthy that it's hard to remember. It's a thought that hits him for all of half a second before he grabs the lube and rips open a condom, he can think on that later when he isn't this horny with a wrecked Steve waiting for him.

He can barely get the condom on for how much his hand is trembling.

It feels like he's taken way too long before he can get between Steve's legs again, but really it was only a minute or so. Then Steve will get to enjoy the new sensation of not only Bucky's tongue, but that being alternated with a lubed up finger working its way slowly and carefully into his asshole. It's agony, he wants to just push inside and rut like a goddamn animal, but he'd never do that. He wants Steve to enjoy this, he wants to prepare him and tease him until he's so fucked out that he doesn't even know his own name.

Those thirty minutes might very well pass in very thorough foreplay unless Steve hurries Bucky along.]

[Steve watches Bucky rip the condom open with half-lidded eyes. God - Bucky is just so sexy it's hard for Steve to believe he's real and here with him, between Steve's legs like he belongs there.

The little bit of discomfort is a relief. It's grounding, takes the edge off of what Steve is embarrassingly certain could be an orgasm just from Bucky's tongue and fingers in his ass. He needs to focus, but it's so hard. He needs to get Bucky to slow down but in that instant the exact reasoning eludes him along with control of his voice. Steve squirms against the sheets, head turned to the side as every breath is a moan. He can't look at Bucky- he's going to come then and there if he does, he just knows it. It takes all of Steve's not inconsiderable amount of self control to get out a singly weakly trembling word.]

W-wait...

[how long has it been? Fuck if he knows.]

['Wait' along with 'stop' and 'no' are the words pretty much programmed into Bucky to obey in situations such as this. He never wants to overstep the line with a partner of his, and so Steve's voice cuts through the fog of his own desire as effectively as a knife through hot butter.

He's got three fingers knuckle deep inside Steve at that moment, carefully stretching and feeling about to see just what felt good. He doesn't know his body well enough yet, but one day he'll know exactly where to press to find his prostate or any other area that feels good and he'll be able to play Steve like a goddamn violin.

But he pulls his fingers clear with that word, concern furrowing his brow.]

What?

[Did he hurt him?]

[Steve let's out a bereft little whimper when Bucky pulls his fingers from him. 'What?' indeed - what could possibly be more important than begging Bucky to continue? He almost does until he opens his eyes again and sees his discarded phone. His phone...?

Oh shit, that's right.

It comes out strained, quickly - he's still achingly hard and desperate to be filled, but he manages to get the jumble of words out in one exhale.]

Nat didn't believe everything was fine, she said she was coming over.

[Oh.

Oh, well that's okay, then. As long as he hasn't done anything unwanted or hurt Steve, then he can cope with a house guest on the way. He grins wickedly and bends over to take just the tip of Steve's erection in his mouth, giving it one leisurely lick before pulling back to murmur.]

Guess I'll have to get a move on then, huh?

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