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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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[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.]

[He will never ever get tired of hearing his name called out like that, as if it were a prayer or something. Steve is beautiful when he climaxes, and the feel of him clamping around Bucky's own erection is what has him teetering on the very edge. It only takes another half a minute or so of desperate and erratic little thrusts to send him spiralling.

He almost feels like he whites out for a few seconds, because he loses the ability to think coherent thoughts until all of a sudden he's just slumped forwards with his head against Steve's shoulder, panting as if he's run a marathon.]

Where've you been all my life? Jesus.

[Steve is panting too, and when Bucky collapses against him Steve holds him close, peppering little kisses across his lips, his cheek, every inch of skin he can reach. He's affectionate normally - after sex he's apparently especially desperate for contact, to keep that physical connection.]

Mmm. States away, I'm guessing - keeping us both from dying of dehydration after a sex marathon as teenagers.

That would've been a good way to die.

[It's a sleepy sort of mumble. After the whole evening and two orgasms, Bucky is about ready to collapse onto Steve and not move for a long time.]

Better'n sand and guns.

[Which is when of course Steve's phone buzzes - their pizza is out for delivery, eta 30 minutes. He groans. At least it wasn't a knock at the door. Still.]

Okay, no more - we gotta control ourselves if we have something that requires pants coming up, I want to be able to just cuddle after.

[It's so absurd he's laughing about it a little, kissing Bucky again and again.]

Dunno - I probably would have pined away for you and you wouldn't have known I existed.

Steve, I would'a noticed you even if we met when we were knobbly kneed kids.

[The sleepiness and happy glow of being satiated is making his tongue looser than normal, and he snuggles down a bit in the blankets as if to rebel against the idea of pants.]

It's your eyes, there's a fire in 'em. The abs are nice and your ass is to die for, but that ain't why I've fallen for you.

Yeah?

[Steve can't quite believe it, of someone like Bucky ever sparing more than a passing glance at the person Steve used to be for anything other than some cruel prank.

Steve reaches out to stroke his fingers through Bucky's hair. He loves Bucky's hair, loves touching in, running his fingers through it.]

You got a fire in your eyes too, you know.

[Bucky, in his semi-comatose state, shamelessly pushes his head into those stroking fingers kind of like a cat.]

That's why we would'a noticed each other.

[Come on Steve, keep up. He makes a face as Steve's phone buzzes again to say the driver is out for delivery.]

Who's dumb idea was it to order pizza? Don't they know it's no-pants bed time?

It was my dumb idea.

[steve leans in to kiss Bucky again, before he reluctantly moves to get up.]

You stay comfy. I'll go wait for it and if you fall asleep you can have it for breakfast or a midnight snack.

[As much as he tried not to hurt Steve overly much, he still watches to see just how bow-legged his boyfriend is after two rounds in quick succession.]

You're too good to me, how can I ever pay you back?

[He burrows under the blanket even as he says it, until all that's visible is the top of a brown-haired head and one bare foot.]

Stay with me tonight and let me wake up to your beautiful face in the morning?

[As always with Steve, it's absolutely sincere. He smiles to himself, and, well... look, Bucky, he absolutely asked for it? And he really doesn't regret the two rounds so quickly. If exhaustion wasn't setting in he'd be willing to beg for a third even. But his ass is very, very tender right now, even if he does try to play it down as he stands from the bed and gets the sweatpants back on.]

Sap.

[It was said in a pleased tone, though, as Bucky watched Steve try to conceal his limping steps out into the lounge to wait for the pizza.

He really does intend to stay awake because he's pretty hungry, but somehow when Steve reappears with pizza boxes, it will be to Bucky fast asleep. He sleeps curled up in a tight little ball, just a mound under the covers.]

[Steve eats a slice or two and downs a glass of water before he packs the pizza away to be eaten in the morning. After that it's time to brush his teeth and clean up some of the dried come off places he didn't expected to have it.

His heart feels so full, going about his nightly routine and being able to look into his bedroom and see Bucky there. He keeps checking, like it can't be real, it's too good.

Making sure the dog is okay as well, Steve returns to bed to carefully crawl into it with Bucky, doing his best to not disturb the other man. If managed, he falls right to sleep - and he's a cuddler if there ever was one.]

[Unfortunately for Steve, as soon as he touches Bucky to start cuddling is where it all goes a bit wrong. He's not a heavy sleeper now, instinct keeping him half alert even when he's out cold, and that same instinct really doesn't like being touched when he's vulnerable.

Threat.

His whole body responds in a heartbeat, his elbow jabbing out to try and slam into the face of his 'attacker', even as he tries to break the hold and twist away, voice a guttural murmur.]

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[Well, Steve gets hit in the face. There's no two ways about it. He logically knew there was a possibility of it but had let himself think there was no way it was actually going to happen, and his nose just paid the price for that. And some of his lip.

His training on this doesn't exactly cover when you're naked in bed with someone, but Steve still snaps just as quickly into his training - letting go of Bucky while his voice goes low and comforting, holding very still and not making any moves lest they be seen as threatening and make things worse.]

Bucky - breathe - just breathe. Look around the room - you aren't there, you're here with me, back home. I know it feels real right now but it isn't.

[He's remarkably calm considering the blood gushing down his face.]

[Bucky ends up against the wall a couple of feet from the bed, crouching naked in a pose that's all tension and deadly intent. His eyes are glazed and all he can really see right now in the dimness of the room is another person, he's not quite cognisant enough to know who that person is. His nerves are singing with the sudden adrenaline rush and it's making it harder to disengage from sleep and come back to reality.

But that wasn't Pashto, that voice spoke in English. Smart, sending in an interrogator who knows his language to try and set him at ease. They tried that a few times, even got an American defector in. He's not going to be fooled, but he will at least switch languages himself.]

Where is it?!

[His gun. His ammunition. He's groping at his side, but of course there's no weapon there.]

Where's - what? Your gun?

[Yeah, he's had that talk with people too. Resist carrying a gun if you just got back home yes we know how that goes against every instinct you have but do not carry a gun if you just got back home. It's not the worst one though. The one Steve has trouble with is explaining how it's perfectly normal for your own children to not recognize you as their parent, depending on how old they were when you left.]

You don't have a gun anymore, Bucky, [Steve sure as fuck hopes not anyway otherwise he's going to have a long harsh talk with Bucky's contact at the vet center.] you're back home in America, you've been back home for a while now. I'm Steve, we met in my therapy through arts class, remember? You drew a boat. I can turn on the light so you can see the room - would that be okay?

[he's still staying right where he is, not even moving to wipe the blood of his face without Bucky giving the okay first.]

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