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For Steve

[This is a bad idea.

Bucky knows it as soon as he stops outside the little community centre where these classes run and he sees the other students milling about, chatting to each other in their own little cliques. The thing has been running for a while, it's an art group for anyone with any sort of mental health issue - depression, anxiety, psychosis. He's here for PTSD, practically bullied into it by his therapist at the VA, under the instructions that he needs to get out and start socialising more.

There are only six other people, four women and two men, and it already feels like too large a crowd. He makes sure his prosthetic is properly covered by a glove and long sleeve, stuffed into his pocket so nobody can tell it hangs strangely, and slouches in at the back. From the conversations he can overhear, blonde woman and redhead woman have anxiety issues, brunette #1 and the two men all have depression, and brunette #2 has psychosis. They're all so open with each other, chatting about medications and coping techniques and the work they've been doing in class already.

One of them approaches him and asks his name, and what he's there for, but he just glowers at her until she retreats again. He doesn't want anyone to know why he's here, and he's only here so Wilson will stop goddamn riding him about it.

He slumps into the seat nearest the back and waits for the teacher to arrive, already sure this is going to be a waste of time...]

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[Steve kisses Bucky in lieu of answering right away, just a small thing at first before getting deeper and deeper. He doesn't think he'll ever kiss Bucky enough.]

I kinda had to promise Nat we'd be present for a picnic with the gang day after tomorrow to make up for my kind of making us ditch the party... but would you believe I have a lot of sick and vacation time banked because I never take either?

You know, somehow I would believe that without any doubt.

[Of course Steve is the sort of person to forgo holidays and sick time even when he needs it, he's got hard-worker written all over him. Not like Bucky, who once took three sick days because the new GTA was coming out.]

I guess if you feed me pizza and then let me sleep on you then I might forgive you.

[Somehow all of his previous concerns about wanting to stay in the same apartment as Steve overnight have dissipated. It's stupid and overconfident, to think just because Steve hadn't been repulsed during sex, and that it all went better than alright, it's safe to assume he's cured and nothing bad could happen.]

[Steve gently wraps his arms around Bucky's shoulders, sitting more comfortably across his lap so he can kiss Bucky again. Long, slow kisses to savor every instant. When he finally does talk his voice is a low, sincere murmur.]

There is nothing I would love more than to feed you pizza and have you sleep on me.

[Steve expects some difficulties on their first night together, but he's more than ready to face them.]

[The weight of Steve on his lap is a good one, one he knows that he could get used to dangerously quickly.]

Jesus, Steve, how aren't you married yet? You're like-- the perfect guy, there's gotta be something you're not telling me. Are you secretly a spy or something? Maybe you're a genetically engineered alien? A robot? Stop me when I'm getting close.

[Steve goes a little red at being called 'the perfect guy' - he's certain he's far from it, deeply relieved that Bucky is willing to look past all his inadequacies. Many as they are.]

I could say the same for you, mister brave, intelligent, funny, unbearably sexy...

That's easy, I'm well out of my original packaging, missing pieces and all.

[He gives a half smile that's only sort of joking.]

But I think I found your thing... you're a real bad judge of character with no standards, it's kinda sad.

Or … I have such impossibly high standards that you’re the only person who has ever really met them.

[His heart melts just a little bit and the gratitude he feels for that comment shows in the way his eyes soften. But he keeps up with the teasing all the same.]

Shit, see? That's your defect in play right there. It's okay, we can probably get you some help, standards counselling or something.

[Steve absolutely catches that soft look in Bucky’s eyes and it emboldens him further, getting more comfortable on Bucky’s lap. He wiggles his eyebrows.]

Sexy counseling?

[He winds his arm around Steve's waist and, after a moment of hesitation, rests what's left of the other arm on Steve's shoulder.]

Duh, all the best counselling is sexy counselling. Besides, you're a hopeless case, I think it's gonna take a lot of sex to help you out. Maybe we should start right away...

[Pizza is coming, but they might be able to get through another round before pizza... right? Or maybe they'd just end up traumatising the poor delivery guy.]

[They should really, really wait.

Except it’s also Halloween, so delivery wait times are at minimum double what they’d normally be for dinner time already. Steve IS responsible and checks the app tracker on his phone.]

I never thought I’d be happy at seeing an hour and a half wait time for delivery before.

[Said phone instantly gets tossed aside in favor of kissing Bucky again.]

[Kissing Steve is one of his favourite things to do, has been since they got together, but now there's an added dimension to it. It's amazing being able to feel his soft and naked skin, unbroken by scars or blemishes, it's like touching velvet.

He slides his hand down Steve's spine lightly, contrasting that by deepening the kiss with a very deliberate and dark sort of passion. It wasn't that long ago that they went for round one, so Steve is probably still mostly stretched out, but--]

You want-- [Panted words between kisses.] --you too sore? We can switch it up.

[He doesn't care whether he's inside Steve or Steve is inside him, it's all perfect.]

[Feeling Bucky's passion does things to Steve. He can't think clear with Bucky's lips on his, with Bucky's hands on his skin, nor does he even care to. He's completely forgotten the dog is there, stroking instead down Bucky's chest and the hard planes of muscle.]

I'm not too sore, but, um... [Okay, maybe there's a little lingering brain activity there, enough to make his ears turn pink and make it very hard to look Bucky in the eye as he struggles to get the request out.]

That... that thing you did with your tongue, could you... do it again?

[Bucky can pretty much feel his dick twitch with Steve's words, because god is that ever hot as hell. His eyes darken in both amusement and desire, but he doesn't answer out loud. Instead he just leans forwards very suddenly to try and flip Steve off his lap and onto the bed.

Assuming Steve lets him do that, he'll be between his legs in the next few seconds, grasping for a pillow to put under Steve's back to give him easier access. It's a good job Steve enjoyed this, because he sure as hell enjoys doing it.]

Sir, yes sir.

[It's muttered in a gravelly tone of voice before his tongue is working in an entirely different way.]

[One minute Steve is on Bucky's lap daring to get up the courage to look at Bucky's face and see that expression that makes his knees weak. The next thing he knows he's flat on his back - well, aside from the pillow - with Bucky between his spread legs in that damn sexy voice. Then all Steve can think is-]

Oh my god!

[Steve's eyelids flutter closed and his mouth hangs slack as Bucky works his hope with his tongue once again. There's less time needing to adjust to it the second time, so instead he's rocketing straight to that squirming pleasure. Not quite enough to get him off, just enough to tease him to the edge and keep him there.

He's completely forgotten the dog is in the room at this point, exhaling little punched out gasps, whimpering for more, calling out Bucky's name desperately as he twitches around Bucky's tongue.]

[Steve tastes of sweat and sex, musky and heady. Just being able to hear what he's doing to Steve is enough to have him hard and leaking, he fucking adores how vocal Steve is and it's such a turn on to know how much pleasure he's causing.

He's pretty determined to take his time on this and not give into the desperation like before. He alternates thrusting his tongue as deep into Steve's hole as he can, and swirling teasingly around the sensitive skin around it. He wishes he had a vibrator at this point, because nothing makes this feel better than some vibration; but he doesn't, so he has to make do with humming low in his throat to try and transfer some of that vibration through his lips and tongue.]

[With the way Bucky's tongue alone is pulling Steve apart, he probably couldn't handle a vibrator on top of that. Not yet anyway.

Steve's cock is painfully hard and weeping, the precome pooling in his navel as his erection strains for any kind of friction at all. He thrusts back against Bucky's tongue, just small aborted movements when Bucky pulls back that signal how desperate he is for more.]

Please - Bucky, please -

[Steve's grip on his sheets leave his knuckles white, and he can't catch his breath.]

[Even with how stretched Steve has to be from last time, and now all of this too, Bucky still gropes around for the lube to make absolutely sure he doesn't hurt Steve. It's not the slow preparation of before, this is quick and messy and desperate.

The mood is broken somewhat when he stands up to go and grab a condom and falls headlong over the dog.]

Shit-- shit, Yasha, get out of the room, damn it.

[Dog evicted, he can get back to grabbing a condom and rolling it onto his erection.]

[In truth Steve had been lying a little - he had been quite sore, but it was nothing he couldn't deal with and he had faith that it would soon be the last thing on his mind. His faith was once again rewarded. The sensitive skin around his hole is fluttering, desperate and needy to be filled up again, shiny with Bucky's saliva and the lube. Steve's cry when Bucky pulls his fingers away is absolutely bereft, even though he knows he's about to have something even better in him.

He'd laugh at Bucky falling over the dog, too, if he wasn't way too preoccupied. Not mean, it's just something sweet. As is when Steve opens his eyes to look up at Bucky he's nothing short of adoring. There is nothing he wouldn't do for Bucky in this moment.]

Yes, yes, yes - Please, Bucky, I need you-

[The dog is already out of sight and out of mind, it's difficult to remember anything else exists when he's got Steve laid out in front of him so wanton and gorgeous. He could just thrust inside him and god does he ever want to, but he wants to show Steve in his inexperience that other things are possible. Other positions, other aspects of controlling the speed and feel.

So he sits on the bed, back braced against the wall, and grins wickedly at Steve.]

Come sit on me, then, Steve, if you need it so bad.

[And Steve is up just like that, though he gets tangled in the sheets a little as he pulls himself up. He might not have had the gumption to do it unprompted, but now that Bucky told him to he couldn't not do it. Hell he was going to be replaying that in his head next time he jerked off - Bucky's voice telling Steve to sit on his dick, 'if you need it so bad'.

He's too eager for it to let his embarrassment get in the way. That said it's still a new position, still tricky to get right, but he's determined and with a guiding hand thrust between his legs Steve manages to get Bucky's cock into him before he sinks down on it entirely. Legs spread on either side of Bucky's thighs, Steve's eyes slide shut from bliss once more, just enjoying the feeling of fullness that comes with Bucky being inside of him. Of that intimacy he's already become addicted to.]

[As much as he wants to just thrust upwards, he makes himself stay still and let Steve guide himself down onto his erection at his own pace. He wants to make sure that whenever Steve thinks of sex, he thinks of it in a positive light, he wants to be that guy that's shown him just what's possible.

He bites back a groan when he feels Steve slide down onto him, head falling back against the wall. He rests his hand on Steve's hip and encourages him to move by rolling his hips upwards.]

Fuck-- fuck.

[Steve likes this. He likes being able to look Bucky in the eyes, to kiss him - which he could do before thanks to all that yoga he did with Nat, but it's more comfortable this way. Something they could do for as long as their endurance lasted them. Steve could easily imagine fucking Bucky for hours this way, provided he could hold back that long.

A little shocked moan escapes at the thrust.]

You're so - so deep inside me...

[Steve leans forward and kisses Bucky, all desperate affection as he wraps his arms around Bucky's shoulders and begins to rock his hips veeeery slowly at first, wanting to savor each movement.]

[Bucky genuinely never thought he'd feel this way again. He never thought he'd be skin to skin with someone else, with the lack of his arm and all his scars not even a tiny issue. Steve has helped him feel human again in ways he'll probably never really understand, and he loves him deeply for it.

The slow pace is torture of the sweetest kind and he's covered in a fine sheen of sweat before long, bending his neck to bite at Steve's throat in a teasing way to try and goad him onward.

He's pretty much losing the ability to speak right now, so he only manages a throaty and rough sort of groan as he slides his hand down between them to stroke Steve's dick in time with his thrusts.]

[Steve's thighs feel like they're burning with the strain of going so slowly, but even that doesn't feel bad really. His soft moans get louder when Bucky bites at his neck and it works to move him a little faster, a little more urgently for release, trying to find the exact angle that's perfect for the both of them.

He was so close even before he got on Bucky's dick. Right at the edge of ready to come from Bucky eating him out. The hand on him, unexpected and wonderful, brings him undone. A few quick thrusts - into Bucky's hand, onto Bucky's dick - and he climaxes again, tightening around Bucky's cock and screaming out his name once more.]

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