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Anonymous Crush Confession 1/30/2024

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It's been so long dreaming of this moment. Steve rips off the rest of his uniform up top before Bucky even has a chance to finish with Steve's belt buckle. When those deft, gun-slinging digits reach down and gather their chances around his dick, it feels like Steve's legs about fall out from beneath him. No other person has ever touched him like this. He's waited his whole life to have someone do this, to have Bucky do this and now it's happening. How can he blame the dreamboat across from him for not wanting to wait.

"Oh. Buck. James. Damn. Hell. We both waited long enough." Steve shakes his head and moves in even closer if it were possible. He wants to feel all of Bucky's skin against his own. That warm flesh, the carved out muscles born of steel and war that Steve's spent years dreaming of-- he desperately needs to feel them against his own pale skin. Even with their hands fumbling around breeches, Steve leans over and presses their lips together, needing that contact, that taste of the man he loves, yes, loves with the fire of a thousand suns.

When face presses to shoulder, Steve turns his head to touch his lips to Bucky's cheek, and then gasps when Buck reaches down and beyond Steve's zipper until those calloused fingers wrap full around his erection. "Buck." Steve whispers out the exclamation, feeling his body open up like a live wire waiting to be struck by a bolt of lightning. "Gimme a second to catch my breath. No one has ever touched me like this before, and now it's you." He brings his hand up to hold the side of Bucky's face, eyes closed as he stands there and just feels the warmth of Bucky's hand around his heated, throbbing, flesh. He wants more, god, does he want more. Only, he's suddenly a little scared.

"Hey Buck. How many times. How many times you done this before, you know, with a doll."

He turns his head and runs his thumb in a circle along Bucky's cheek. It doesn't matter to him, much. He still has to know. He's so inexperienced, and knows that Bucky isn't. Maybe they never done it with another guy, but being intimate is still one of those things. Touching, being together, it means so much to Steve. He doesn't feel like he's worth all of this, but he wants to be. He wants to be with Bucky so much.

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Now that Steve’s uniform’s gone, it leaves what feels like miles and miles of hard muscle. Aside from the pesky fatigues, but it’s a work in progress. Bucky’s mouth smarts from the fierce kisses traded between them, the taste of Steve lingering even as Bucky kisses and nips along the span of one broad shoulder, and his eyes flutter shut as Steve presses a kiss to his cheek. Soft and sweet in a moment where it feels like Bucky’s burning up with a greedy hunger.

Bucky grins against Steve’s shoulder at that harsh gasp when Bucky’s fingers first wrap around Steve’s cock, as the heft of it settles nice and firm in his palm. Now, maybe he’s never fooled around with another man before, but he’s got a good jumping off point for what might feel good. And Bucky prides himself on being the kinda guy who can land on his feet no matter what. He’s a fast learner.

Bucky pumps his cock with slowly at first, with the same firm touch he likes best just to see if it’ll do it for Steve as every couple pumps, he lets his thumb trace along the blunt head. Over and over like a lingering period to a sentence finally finished, then back down to a heady pump just to feel the skin shift over the hard shaft.

He’s actually able to touch his best friend like this. Finally. Bucky’s breath gusts out warm and shivering against Steve’s skin as his cock strains against his own fly.

“Sure, sure,” Bucky doesn’t pick up the pace or anything else… but he also doesn’t stop pumping Steve’s cock as he catches his breath, lifting his head up to meet Steve’s eyes. Bucky’s cheeks go hot at the question.

“Classy guys shouldn’t kiss and tell,” Bucky leans in to steal a kiss, but when he parts, their lips are close enough to brush with each word. “Let’s just say I’ve hit home runs plenty of times.”

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Golly is it hard to think about anything but Bucky's hand and Steve's dick with the way his best friend's got a lock on it and is doing everything he's ever thought about and then some. It feels so damn amazing, Steve loses all his words, and can only mouth his lips against the side of Buck's neck. He turns and sucks at the skin lightly, not wanting to leave a mark that anyone can see-- at least not there.

"Hold on. No really, Buck. I mean it." This is Steve's first time doing all of this, and there's an urgency here for him like there is Bucky, but he's got to get his head straightened out a little bit. He wants to catch up. Steve doesn't want to lose control before he has a chance to even talk about things, or decide what's exactly gonna happen. Plus, it feels weird knowing that Bucky's got all this experience, and Steve's still reeling over his first kiss just a little bit ago.

"I love what's going on. I love all this, and I want more. I want you, so much." He puts his hand on Bucky's where it was pumping away at his cock. "I need a little bit slower. Let me catch up. You've done this with other people. I haven't. This is my very first time, and it's really special. I never had a chance, was never worth it. Still don't know if I am, but I want this, want you. I don't know why you want me when you've had everyone else." Steve looks down. He doesn't want to be jealous, but he can't help it. He swallows the lump in his throat.

It's different, and he knows it. He looks at Bucky and into the eyes that he loves so much more than anything. They make his heart beat faster, and his whole world turn upside down. Leaning in, he kisses Bucky slowly. While they're kissing, Steve reaches over and undoes Bucky's pants, getting them loose and down off his hips. "Let's get undressed completely. I want to see you, all of you."

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Bucky shudders under the press of lips, cock throbbing at the suction that flirt with the idea of marking him up even though that’s the last thing that should happen. Anything higher up from his collar is dangerous. Anyone could see. But lower down, where his clothes’ll cover it up? Maybe he wouldn’t mind carrying a couple marks from Steve like a secret between the two of ‘em.

His hand stills under Steve’s, and he leans back some to look Steve in the eyes, face flushing; here he’d forgotten just how green between the sheets Steve might be. With most girls, you took your time getting there, unless the doll was a real spitfire, and then she’d sure as hell take the reins and show a guy just how she wanted and how fast. Maybe he’d figured it’d go differently if he’d ever made time with a guy.

But Bucky obliges instantly, letting up on Steve’s dick and letting his hand settle somewhere safer, such as his hip.

“Sorry. We’ll take it as slow as you want. Hell, tell me if you want to stop at any point and we will. Scout’s honor,” Bucky mutters, wondering if he’d messed up. Jumped the gun. If Steve never got to second or third, much less first, this is all new territory. “Just - you gotta stop being so hard on yourself. Of course you were always worth it. Always will be, alright?”

Though Bucky ends up breathing a laugh into the kiss that trails off into a whisper-soft moan as Steve’s hands works his pants off, and with a little shimmy, Bucky steps out of them. Kicking them to the side, Bucky’s hands skate up Steve’s chest, feeling the firm press of muscle. “Geez, you act like I’m the Brooklyn bicycle or something. Not like I gave everyone a ride, I got some class.”

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The next time, and probably most every time after this one, Bucky better believe that Steve will not be caring what people think about how many uniforms he accidentally tears up. He is a spitfire and then a little beyond that. He's got a rage growing inside him that's a force to be reckoned with. It's been obsessed and possessed by the man across from him for a lifetime and now Steve finally gets to make his fantasies into reality? Like hell is he going to sit by and be some idle participator.

It's this whole first time that's got him tripping up, and fumbling over himself. He doesn't want Buck to feel anything but important, cause the jealousy is really Steve's issue. This willy nilly idiot here couldn't get himself out there, and didn't know what he was doing with a doll because he'd rather keep his nose in an art book, or peeking over it to make eyes at his best mate. Well, that's his problem, but he's working on fixing it, just super slowly. All great things take time, or some wonderful motto similar to that.

Watching Bucky now makes it all worth it. "I don't want you to stop. Geez, I don't want you to stop at all. I waited this long. I need you, so much. I really wanna remember every second. I wanna make it special, cause you know, I waited this long, might as well make it worth it. You're worth the wait, by the way. I'm really glad that you're my first everything."

Stepping back, Steve finishes undressing until there's nothing but him and his skin standing before Bucky. He feels pretty damn self-conscious, and a part of him really feels like that skinny little kid from Brooklyn, but he knows he's not. He knows that everything about him has grown and changed, everything-- top to bottom. He knows that Buck hasn't seen the bottom part either. He may have pulled it out, but the overall view is not too shabby. "The serum did alright, right? .. and for the record. I ain't never said you were the town bicycle, Buck. I'm just feeling jealous. It's me being stupid and I'll get over it. I'm just glad that from here on out, I'm yours. That's all that's important. "

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Okay, so just... slow. Real slow, nice and easy, Bucky figures, and does his best to ignore the insistent throb of his own cock as traces the angle of Steve’s hips.

His first time hadn’t been special. Not like you heard about it; mostly, it was embarrassing on his end. Teenaged Bucky Barnes had fumbled his way through finally going all the way with a girl…which is probably why he’s mostly tried to forget about it. Not that the girl did anything wrong or nothing. She’d been amazingly kind about it as she helped him through, which somehow also made it worse.

“I would’ve waited however long it took if I knew you felt that way,” Bucky tells him, cupping his jaw and face softening. He can only hope he can make it just as special as Steve’s hoping for. Then again, they’re crammed together in a glorified closet out on the front. Not exactly anybody’s idea of a great first time. It strikes Bucky again that Steve should be back home, cozy as you can get in their joint, spread out on a bed pushed together or sprawled out on a couch. Not this. “Just wish I could’ve taken you out somewhere nice, showed you a good time first. You deserve better than your first time being in a place like this.”

Bucky watches with eyes gone dark and hungry as Steve begins ditching the rest of his clothes, a flush spreading down to Bucky’s collarbones as he takes the whole picture in. Jesus. The guy looks like someone breathed life into one of those Greek statues in a museum. Every part of him looks perfect - maybe a little perfect (Bucky once again feels a little twinge of embarrassment, because he can’t even begin to compare) - and when Bucky’s gaze dips down to the thick cock jutting between Steve’s thighs, his lips part on a breathy gasp.

“Maybe I wouldn’t mind if you were a little green,” Bucky tries for a shrug, but he’s staring because well, he can’t do anything else. “I promise, no one else. I’m going on the straight and narrow, and I’m all yours.”

Now Bucky reaches out to tug Steve’s wrist, dragging him in flush against him. “That Captain America getup feels like a crime. Covering up all this?”

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The way Bucky's rubbing at his hips feels really nice, and Steve smiles. He thinks he's going to find he's got a sensitive spot right about there. Steve licks over his bottom lip and nuzzles against Buck's jawline. He didn't mean to make the man he was utterly in love with feel bad about any of this. How could either of them really have known. Steve would have been forced to make it one day, to pop out a few kids, get married-- not in that order, but he would have. As it stands now, they're both going to have to eventually get real creative.

Not that Steve cares a lick right now. "I know you woulda waited, buddy. You're perfect, and this is perfect exactly the way it is. I don't need a big bed, or suite at some hotel, a fancy dinner. All I need is you, and being able to look at you like this while I stand here and tell you that I love you, and have never loved another. I promise you."

When Steve steps back, and looks over at Bucky. He too feels a new heat rise looking at the whole of the other man's body. It's one thing to know what the other man looks like when you're in the process of getting dress and undressed, one thing on, one thing off, but to stand there hard and naked-- there's nothing like it. There's nothing like knowing that two steps takes you to that other person, the one Steve wants to spend his whole life with, and lets him press their bodies completely together now.

Now their chests touch not only on top, but all the way down in through their hips, and when Steve presses his hip in tight to Bucky, he can feel his cock slide against a small groove that somehow seemed made for exactly that purpose. It was certainly like their bodies were meant to match like this, to bind, muscle to muscle and dip for dip. "I am as green as they come, Buck. You're all there is for me, and I'm good with this being all us for the rest of it. No one else is gonna touch this except you, and you can touch me all you want."

Now Steve reaches around and slides his hand down along Bucky's ass, and grips it tight to hold him even closer, moaning roughly against the side of Buck's neck where he licks low to his shoulder. Here's where he can make a mark. Grinding his teeth down, Steve sucks up a spot that's nice and purple tasting all that it offers when one makes a mark so sweetly deep and lasting. "Mine." Steve rumbles the word in his chest and looks up, eyes blown dark as Bucky's had been earlier.

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“Hell, Steve, you’re really something,” Bucky gasps; swallowing against the sudden lump threatening at the back of his throat.
Steve’s always been real stand up, even when he was being a pain in the ass, but now Steve’s setting to rest everything that part inside Bucky had been thinking every since he realized everyone else finally saw Steve. That the whole world was gonna now want a piece of Steve Rogers, and that maybe, Steve wasn’t gonna need him anymore.

Bucky’s throat bobs, voice gone thick. “I love you too. You’re all I need. Just you and only you.”

Still isn’t right that Steve’s stuck out here like this, not even a decent bed, but there’s jack all that can be done. They’ll make do.

(though Bucky’s the tiniest bit worried about that cot taking both their weight. First thing to spoil the mood is if someone gets dumped onto the floor and ends up cracking their skull)

Bucky arches up into Steve with a raspy sigh as they fit together so perfectly that it makes something in his chest twist and hurt and flutter. It feels so, so perfect. They coulda had this all along. But this is better than not at all. Bucky winds his arms along Steve’s broad shoulders as his hips hitch forward against Steve’s to grind his cock alongside the throbbing shaft next to his, aided there by the hands gripping his ass. A little moan squeezes out of Bucky to ruffle against Steve’s jaw as he paints a wet stripe right up along his shoulder and-

“Fuu–ucckk,” Bucky’s fingers card through Steve’s hair, mussing up it all up as his hand twists in the blond strands when Steve sucks so hard that Bucky’s cock throbs and his hip jerks against Steve’s. Bucky drags his tongue up along the angle of his jaw, panting. “Yours. ‘M all yours.”

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The words, kissing and touching like this Steve had all figured out for a long time now. It's what comes beyond that he's not completely sure of. Sure, he gets the gist of the things they can do and Steve wants to go all the way out of the ballpark, but getting there is what he's not completely sure about. He's not going to let it show yet, and when it's time they can talk a little bit, or see how it goes.

"I'm yours too, all yours. You can say it, you can mark me, do whatever you want, Buck. I know the mark won't stay, but I'll always know that it's where you put it on me. Do it on my thighs..." He whispers and pressed his mouth around Bucky's earlobe, sucking at it while it's his turn to reach down and get a good feeling for what Bucky's cock feels like in his hand. Steve moans when he finally wraps his fingers around it.

"Good God, Sweetheart. It's so beautiful." He kisses Bucky's ear again, and then goes for his mouth, taking it apart as he strokes him nice and slow. The way he does his own when he wants to get an edging session going. Getting his thumb around the head and through that little slit at the top to gather up Bucky's extreme excitement, has Steve humming in the back of his throat. He pauses a second and brings his thumb up to his lips and sucks it off. It's going to happen eventually, might as well test it now.

Eyes, bright and considerate flash open and then close as he sucks hard and fast at his thumb, letting Bucky relish in the sight, thinking about what and how Steve might enjoy other things. Pulling away, Steve marinates on the slightly salty taste that covers his tongue. It's a little bitter, but it's all Bucky. "I can't wait to taste more of you." He grins and leans in to bite at Bucky's lower lip -- pulling him toward the bed with an arm around his middle.

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A thrill of lust rocks through him when Steve tells him he can mark him up, tells him that he wants him on his knees for it, practically tells him to make it last. Bucky’s mouth falls open on a groan as Steve catches at his earlobe, breathes hot and filthy against his skin and - Bucky’s gotta keep it down, they can’t get caught, so he covers his mouth to muffle himself as Steve’s hand wraps around his aching cock.

Another wanting sound works its way from deep within Bucky’s chest as he rocks against the hand working him over, drives his dick into each stroke that’s slow and not enough, and yet so perfect. But he’s gotta be the one to keep a lookout, because there can’t be two guys groaning past Captain America’s door, and if he can keep it down when he’s jerking one off out in the field, scratching an itch like hundreds of guys do, he can keep a lid on it.

It’s just hard when it comes to Steve. Bucky moves his hand away, wanting to taste Steve’s mouth with all the desperation of a man starved and drags him in for a kiss that’s at odds with the slow, easy strokes Steve gives him, as he rocks into each stroke while he clutches at his ass to drag him in, tongue delving into Steve’s mouth as he shudders against him.

His lungs burn when they part, but it’s when Steve actually licks at the dampness on his thumb that Bucky actually feels dizzy with want.

“Holy hell, Steve, I-” He can’t even finish, stumbling over to the bed shoved up against the wall. Sinking down, Bucky drags Steve down with him, thighs parting to welcome him in as he nips at Steve’s lip in return. "Gonna put me into an early grave if you keep goin' on like that."

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All of this is what is call impossible at every single turn. Steve knows that he wants it all on the first night. He wants every single bit of knowledge now, and he wants to give Bucky every dangerous pleasure that there is out there, which two men can experience together. Yet, he's feeling so achingly disappointed even through the animalistic hunger that strikes through his loins and covers his body in a feral desire that he never knew he could experience. A part of Steve wonders if the serum did something to him, for him to feel so terribly desperate like this for another human.

It's like he could bite into and through Bucky and still not feel sated. He wanted to be a part of him, a living breathing part of him. He didn't really want to hurt him in that fashion, but he had to be closer and he couldn't wait too much longer. All of a sudden Steve understood the rash nature that Bucky was acting with earlier. Maybe this was a little bit of what he was feeling. Diving through his skin would feel like he had barely scratched the surface.

The next kiss was slightly more brutal. Steve bit and pulled at Bucky's lips, he sucked and licked over the swollen mouth he'd created, unapologetic for the obsession that had made him like this. Falling into Bucky's body as they drop to the bed, Steve instantly rocks his hips downward, and drags a smear of his cock up against Bucky's body. "Fuck. You've got me there. I'm there. I need you, and I want so much more, but I don't know if I can wait until next round. One of us has got to ... you know, the other. I don't care which one. I just need to know." He swallowed the lump in his throat. He was getting over excited, and while he knew he could keep going all night if he had to-- he wanted this time to be like this. Steve was ready to be with Bucky all the way.

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The bed creaks under them and (thankfully) holds.

Bucky’s lips fall open in a breathless, raw gasp as Steve practically devours his mouth like he suddenly can’t get enough, leaves him practically dizzy with the bittersweet ache as Steve presses hard kiss after another, practically steals the air from his lungs.

Maybe it’s sinking in that they’re allowed to have this. That it’s really happening. Or maybe Steve’s also really raring to go; after all, the big guy has gotta have it bad if he hasn’t had other company besides good old Rosie. Bucky’s hands glide down along the curve of Steve’s strong back just so he can sink blunt nails into the meat of Steve’s ass, dragging him in as his tongue delves into Steve’s hot mouth; no longer so slow or easy or patient, Bucky practically ravages Steve’s mouth as they rock against each other.

Bracing himself on the floor, Buck rolls his hips up to grind back up against Steve’s, hard shaft flushed a rosy pink as he slots himself against Steve’s dick in a nice, damp slide as Bucky chases after that delicious friction that just never seems to be enough.

“You don’t…” Bucky’s head falls back against the pillow with a gasp, pleasure spasming across his face, mouth tender and kiss-swollen as his tongue darts out to wet them. He tries again, the words thick, uneven. “No way you’re gonna have to wait for the next round. “ Bucky can’t go at first, instead ducking his head to suck a bruise against the curve of Steve’s shoulder, which he soothes over with a damp swipe of his tongue. “I want you to do it - fuck me through the mattress.”

A Dominant/Submissive Meme

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Steve: You won't have energy for more than a day, but I'll take care of you after. I promise. I love you. Always remember that, and we'll talk through the rest when we get to the hotel.

Bucky: ...Keep talking like that and I might not make it the rest of the day.

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It had taken some doing to get the Commandos actual time off, even though everyone admitted that they were the first ones to deserve some 'shore leave.' They'd been working their stone-cold hind ends off for months straight without a stitch of down time and the forces they had been fighting hadn't been any sort of a picnic and they were gearing up for some of the most wicked stuff this war had seen yet. Steve did a little bit of looking good, and putting his hands on his hips and it was done.

All the guys got the time off they needed to see their families, wives and any doll left back home. Next thing, Steve and Bucky had to make it seem like they were taking off as well. Their train ticket was booked. It wasn't going so far, but they got on it all the same. Once in their little car, Steve drew Bucky into a searing kiss. "I can't wait for you to see what I got for us this weekend. You aren't going to believe how sweet a gig I got set up. They wanted to give it to me cause I was Captain America. I normally wouldn't take it, but this is absolutely perfect for us. I think we deserve a small honeymoon, and a place where I can take control, and be what you need."

The train traveled a ways along through Italy beyond their encampment to Venice, and stops. "All off, we have plans to stay at Bauer Palazzo. I believe there's a gondola that will take us there." A man loads their small bags, and Steve's small secretive bag onto the rich Italian boat and drives them to the lobby of the hotel. There are other gondolas that seem to move to different areas of the hotel, private ones for the guests.

"Into the Lobby and I have our room number set, 405. I believe you will like it my lover." The boat captain winks at them and nods politely before putting their bags on a trolley. Steve hands over a few coins and heads to the stairs.

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Considering they just took out HYDRA’s biggest weapons depot, Bucky likes to think a little R&R's deserved.

It’s just… as soon as they take off on a train rattling its way towards Venice, Bucky’s got this uneasiness sitting at the back of his mind; like you forgot if you left the stove on and if you’re gonna come back to your house burned down, only it’s HYDRA and the war, and wondering if maybe they shouldn’t stop until Schmidt and Zola are six feet under. Feels like it’s the only way Bucky’ll get any shuteye these days.

Steve drawing Bucky into a hot kiss the moment they got an ounce of privacy is pretty convincing though. So Bucky’ll shoves that worry under a rug. And he’s gonna try and actually get some R & R, emphasis on the relaxation part if they can swing it. Finally, they’re gonna have a room of their own - a nice room, probably fancier than they could’ve ever afforded back home - and for once, he’s gonna have Steve Rogers all to himself.

Bucky’s practically vibrating with excitement by the time they get to the hotel and he follows Steve up the stairs. Bucky’s dressed nice enough; not his dress uniform, but in a fresh shirt, hair freshly trimmed and held in place with pomade he’d scored from Morita, and almost looking as sharp as he used to back home. And yet he still feels under-dressed when he passes through the lobby that screams luxury; these days, he’s more used to wearing dirt or cold or splattered blood, roughing it out in the forest or in camp.

Soon as they ditch the company of guests - not a lot of people headed for the upper floors, which’ll be swell - Bucky catches up to Steve, instead of staying behind at a definitely-not-suspect distance.

His hand settles and lingers at the dip of his lower back, toying with the shirt neatly tucked into his belt. “Real swanky place you found. Almost a shame we’re about to get it filthy.”

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Maybe there's something about trains, but Steve has been on his share during battles and not. It's the quickest way from point A to point B, and that's all he's got for now. The best way to make the time pass is certainly the little cabin, and taking apart Bucky as much as possible in a tiny train cabin makes the ride extremely palatable, and has Steve forgetting all about what's going on in the rest of the world for a few seconds.

Once they're marching up the stairs, Steve stops for a second. They could have taken the elevator, but that's too easy and they both know that it's more private this way. "I've got a few things that I think you're really going to enjoy. Question is, when that door opens are you going to call me Steve still, or Sir." Steve grinned, and stomped up past Bucky giving him an excellent view of the ass he'd be kissing for the rest of their trip.

When they reached the bedroom, Steve was in awe of everything that was there. The bed was a stunning piece of artwork, along with the sitting room that came before it. There was a bath as well, that was the likes of nothing he'd ever seen.

"Get a load of this bathroom, Buck. There's little rooms for the shitter and one for the bath, and look at how big the bath is. I know this place dates back, but it's like it's for a king." Steve whistled low under his breath. He couldn't stay in character for this part. This hotel was fantastic, and they let him stay because of who he was. It was a whole lot. Sure, there weren't a lot of tourists right now, but that hardly warranted him the best suite in the house, except Steve knew this wasn't even the best one.

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It’s the hot little moments stolen on the train that keep Bucky company the rest of the way, make him itching for the main course by the time they get to the hotel.

Too bad they gotta keep things on the down low. Keep it decent, Bucky thinks, even when Steve just has to look so stupidly gorgeous. Don’t go pushing him up against the wall, don’t go necking with him in the stairwell. It’s just…real hard for a sec when Steve grins at him like that and Bucky’s heart wants to flutter and the thrumming ache of arousal twists nice and tight past his belly.

“Guess we’ll just have to find out,” Bucky says, as if they both don’t already know which way tonight’s going. As if Bucky’s not been stuck on it ever since they had that exchange. His gaze lingers on the flex of fabric tight over Steve’s ass; it’s kind of unfair how everything looks a size too small on Steve these days. Comes with the territory of Project Rebirth, but hell, if Bucky’s not gonna enjoy the view.

Turns out it’s not the only view Bucky gets to enjoy. He kind of stops and stares at the bedroom; looks like something only fat cats who got more money than Bucky’d ever seen in his life time would enjoy. Something for a king or queen, and as Bucky trails after Steve to take in the bathroom, he’s left almost outta words at how…well, decadent the place is. If it weren’t for Steve being Captain America, neither of them would’ve been able to land a room like this.

“Geez Louise,” Bucky mutters; actually almost forgets he’s got a role to play tonight. Almost. Bucky lets himself press right up against Steve’s back. Practically drapes himself against him, cheek pressed against one thick shoulder. As for this game between them… “Thank you, sir. For pulling out all the stops. You’re too good to me.”

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Still oogling the quality of the hotel, Steve catches sight of the view out the window and it feels like someone made a real mistake in letting him even walk across this carpet. He's been out in the trenches, covered in blood and the stench of death. It clings to Bucky and him both-- there's no washing that off. It's a part of who they are now, who they're forever going to be. The price of war is steep, it's not something they put in the brochure, or those papers they hand out at the recruiters station. It wouldn't have detoured Steve, nothing would have. He lost his parents, he knew what the truth of war was.

This reprieve was what they all deserved honestly, and still he didn't feel good enough. Didn't feel good enough by half to even be playing this game with Bucky. That didn't matter. What mattered was he wanted Bucky to feel good, and he wanted to enjoy every second they could spend together. This act seemed like something up their alley. If they wanted to twist around how things went and make it spicy, why not. It was a role, a character and Steve knew he could do that.

So when Bucky came out with a "Sir", Steve remembered what it was they were about and his lips twisted up. "What are you doing still dressed, puppy. I think you need to be undressed and on that bed right now." Steve was pretty proud of the things he managed to acquire for this little trip. Finding anything to fiddle around with for a gay man was not easy. They had some new lady's toys out there, but he had to look harder to find ones for men. The ancient Greeks and Romans knew what they were doing- so Steve took some ideas and worked with all he could.

Taking some pillow cases out, he set them aside. He'd gone to the store and actually gotten them some KY Jelly to make it less messy this time. It was all the rage apparently. Then there was a couple of dildos he'd found and bought. Europe was a little more sexually minded than the United States, thankfully. He had to go off base, but he got things. Then there was this vibrating thing, and finally a cat o- nine tails. He wasn't sure Buck would want it, but he had it. Steve was gonna make this good.

Pulling off his own shirt, Steve left his pants on. This was no show for Bucky yet. This was going to be hot. Off the rails type hot. Picking up the cat-o-nine tails, Steve began to smack the bed for effect. "Tell me puppy. You been thinking about me naked lately?"

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Whether he realizes it or not, Steve does this thing when he goes all Captain America out on the field, where his voice gets deeper, firmer, practically oozes the kind of easy confidence that you just can’t fake. Or get taught; that kind of confidence is something that comes from within, and it makes Bucky want to melt every time it comes out. Steve’ll start tossing orders left and right, give these speeches that make a guy want to follow him straight to hell if Steve wanted to go down and sock the devil himself.

“What was I thinking? Of course,” Bucky licks his lower lip, his stomach tightening: like he’s there for Steve’s pleasure, that Steve expects him to be a certain way, all arranged like a picture on the bed. Jesus, Joseph and Mary, that - Bucky almost gives his cock a knead, but barely catches himself. Steve’s running the show tonight, and since he didn’t get the go-ahead, Bucky forces himself to be good and not go touching himself without permission.

Bucky takes his time; slides the jacket free from shoulders that’ve finally started to fill out, and begins popping the shirt’s buttons slowly like he’s putting on private show for Steve when the shirt does finally slip to the floor, or the belt comes slithering free of the belt loop, or when Bucky works his slacks and underwear off with a filthy roll of his hips.

It’s only when all that’s left in a pile that Bucky climbs onto the bed, lying on his side with his head propped up as he watches Steve rummage through a bag that would give the brass a royal fit if they knew what was in there. Bucky’s attention catches on the cat-o-ninetails, the dildos, this other thing that he’s not sure what it is yet, then drifts to watch the gorgeous play of muscles as Steve strips his shirt off.

Bucky’s cock has already begun to swell between sprawled thighs, but it practically twitches with interest when Steve cracks the nine-tails. “Probably easier to ask when I don’t think of you naked. It’s practically all the time. We’ll be stuck in debriefing and half the time I can’t help picturing peeling that uniform right off you, in front of everyone.”

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"Lay on your back runt. I want to inspect you, make sure you're clean and ready for me. So filthy, thinking about me naked all the time. You should give your superiors more respect. I can only imagine what you're thinking about right now. I bet you want to see my cock, don't you." Already feeling himself filling out and pressing against his breeches, Steve figures he might as well make it part of the show.

Making sure that Bucky was laid out on his back, Steve walked along the side, using the long handle to tap at points where he wanted Bucky to spread out further, urging a perfect spread eagle position. Steve began to stroke himself over the fabric of his pants, making an obscene show up by Bucky's head. After a few seconds, he popped the button and yanked down the zipper. If Bucky thought he was going to play with Steve earlier, taking any of the control. He was impossibly wrong. This was all about Steve owning Bucky-- every. single. little. bit.

Rolling a groan in the back of his throat, that sounded like metabolized sin, Steve stroked down and then up his bare cock, pulling up a perfectly filthy pearl of precum. Dragging it from the tip of his dick with his finger, he made it dip and stretch as he made a show of holding it over Bucky's body. Then Steve proceeded to smear it all the way down the midline of his sexy torso. Standing up, Steve let his cock show how proud it was of that, but his face showed something much different.

"Filthy. What kind of a soldier keeps himself so absolutely filthy likes this? The kind that wants the back of a hand? Maybe he wants to have his cock ringed while he's slowly invaded from behind." Steve struck Bucky super lightly with the cat-o-nine tails across the chest, dragging the cum outward. It was barely hard enough to make a pink mark. He'd rather have used a flog on Bucky's ass, but this was the beginning of his lesson.

"I think it's time for you to turn over, runt and we'll see how forgiving your Sir is."

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“Oh yes, please,” Bucky immediately obliges with a sharp thrill in his chest, rolls over nice and easy onto his back so he’s all sprawled out like so much goods for Steve to expect. Or maybe like he’s waiting for Steve to come back from a meeting with the brass, all ready for his CO after a hard day He stretches out all over the fancy sheets; now he’s clean, put together - he’d even made sure to freshen up on the train before getting off, looking less like the GI living out on the front and more like the guy who’d stolen Steve away to the Stark Expo.

Between his spread legs, Bucky’s cock’s begun to fill out, and fast. Bucky makes sure not to go touching himself, even when Steve strolls up along the side of the bed to urge him into whichever position he likes him best. Even when Steve starts touching himself, Bucky’s so good, he resists the urge not to do the same. Instead, Bucky’s hands grip at the comforter like he needs the anchor and he nods, mouth watering at the bulge starting to strain against Steve’s fly. Oh yeah, he wants to see him. So badly.

Bucky tilts his jaw up just to watch the shove above him, eyes growing dark with lust as he watches the show; Steve draws his cock, already nice and flushed with a glistening bead that has Bucky’s tongue darting out to wet his own lips as he kind of just…zeroes in on it. Aches to break it on his tongue, or drag a wet path up along the prominent vein tracing his shaft.

Bucky gasps next as Steve drags the head of his cock up along his chest, his torso arching upwards into it and his dick swelling between thighs spread wide.

“I’m sorry, Captain, I should’ve cleaned myself up more for you,” Bucky finds the words tumbling out like they got a mind of their own. Only it cuts off into a startled little cry when Steve smacks him slightly with the nine-tails; not enough to hurt, but enough to startle him, to act as a period to Steve’s sentence. Bucky’s cock goes rock hard practically in a matter of seconds, jutting upwards as he practically imagines Steve working a ring over him, right before he’s slowly opened up from behind.

Face burning, Bucky turns over; a span of lithe muscle between broad shoulders that taper down to a narrow waist and tight ass, Bucky sinks down onto the bed, making a little sound as his cock presses up against the silken duvet.

“How can I make it up to you, sir?” Bucky murmurs over his shoulder.

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What a double edged sword Steve's driven right through his own chest. There's so much he'd love to do. He knows that he'd given his word to drag this into particularly set rules, and he did his very best job for never having seen or heard of these particular terms again much outside of rumbles between guys and dolls out on the front, and even then there was a lot of shutting up when the Captain came 'round. What did Steve know anyways. He always thought it was something above his paygrade and stayed out of it.

Still, the way Bucky jumps at his every word, and how his cock seems to have a mind that listens to his words even quicker than Buck's mind does, makes it all that more difficult. All Steve wants to do now that he's got his fella on his back is dive between those cheeks and start licking. He'd been wanting to do it for days, but this isn't the time or place. They didn't get this place off base for the easy fun. It was for the more difficult things. The ones they couldn't do back in their bunk without raising suspicions and bringing around any righteous man ready to sniff out one of those gays, and send him packing.

This trip was the best of both worlds, and Steve would play his role to the epitome that he knew how, as he did everything in his life. Unable to put his new playtoy down right away, Steve drags the leather pieces down the center of Bucky's back, tracing every single knot in his spine. It's so straight, so perfect as it falls to his trim waist and what's below.

"You disgust me. All this pale flesh. You need a tan, runt. Haven't you heard of the importance of Vitamin D? All this beautiful sun out here in Italy, and all you do is waste it." He clucked under his breath, secretly thinking it was the most wonderful thing he'd ever seen.

To his initial promise. "There's no making up for what you've done yet. Maybe I'll shove my cock down your throat after we punish you a little, see if some gagging will get you somewhere, but right now..." Steve moves over to grab the pillow cases he brought. He uses each of them to tie Bucky's feet to the bottom of the bed.

"Kneel, runt." Coming up behind Bucky, Steve smacks his ass with his hand, and then slips a slightly thick band of what looks like rubber or silicone around Bucky's cock, and carefully with good amounts of lube moves it down to the base. "There, that should help keep you from coming too soon, but you'll enjoy it when I finally let you. Now lay down and let me finish tying you up like a good little runt."

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Bucky’s ass kind of rises like Steve’s pulling at a string, only it’s the leather strips caressing the length of his spine that does him in. Just a whisper of leather lingering. That’s all it takes, and Bucky’s practically the rest of the way hard already. Here Bucky had figured he didn’t have it in him anymore thanks to the war. Turns out, all it takes is Steve Rogers being a walking sin to get him raring to go.

If it were anybody else, Bucky wouldn’t be feeling it. It’s the fact that Steve, good guy all around (most of the time; guy can be a jackass on some days, just like anybody else), America’s darling spewing, this kind of filth that’s getting him good and hot under the collar. Bucky’s teeth sink hard into his lip just for the flare of blunt pain as Steve talks to him about shoving his cock down his throat, swallowing hard like he’s already pushing past his lips.

“I do waste it, I know, I’m a wreck,” Bucky shudders as Steve ties each ankle to the bed. It feels a little like a confession. Because…he’s a wreck. He can’t sleep without a knife stowed on him, and even then, he barely gets any real sleep anyway without waking up like he’s still on that metal slab. Some days he’s so, so tired from the effort it takes acting like he’s hunky-dory, so…it kinda slips out now. Feels a little like a relief getting it off his chest, even though after this is all over, Bucky’ll go back to swearing up and down he’s fine, thanks.

Bucky immediately kneels. At least, as much as he can with his ankles tied, which brings his ass up and his cock hanging heavily between strong thighs, only to jolt under Steve as he smacks his ass with a crack of his palm that has Bucky’s cock throbbing hungrily and his eyes squeezing shut as Steve slips this ring to sit nice and snug at the base of his dick, with a message that’s loud and clear; Bucky doesn’t come until Steve lets him.

Face burning and ass stinging deliciously, Bucky lowers himself back down to the bed with a hiss as his cock ends up pinned under him. But he’s good. Doesn’t so much as touch himself or grind his hips, other than to offer his hands to Steve.

[captainavenger]

Utterly. Depraved. Steve might have thought that of either one of them in some life before the war, before they had fallen under the heady spell of the other man like this. As it was, Steve could think of a hundred things he wanted Bucky to do to him that fell under this spell of not quite right. There were things their bodies could take, that would strongly tie them together and suggest that both of them had things under the surface that craved to be taken to extremes. Maybe that's why Steve was beginning to feel less and less bad about the things that he did, and more turned on by them.

Watching the shudder that came over Bucky when had to take the blame for wasting sunshine hit something off -- he knew his Buck. Steve would speak to it later. Taking his leather, Steve drew it up the soles of Bucky's feet and the backs of his legs. The motions were always soft, with so much promise. He had to set it aside as he added the cock ring, but once Bucky was nestled back down in the bed, and Steve was tying up his wrists. Steve licked over his lips and picked it back up to flay over Bucky's back once and twice more.

From there, Steve moved directly into Bucky's view point and stroked his rock hard cock a few more times. This time the tiny bead of cum that was removed, was held out for Bucky like water to a parched man in the desert. "Is this what you want? I don't know if you've earned it yet. You've said how much of a wreck you are, but you didn't tell me before. You think I don't hear you, the nightmares, the way you don't sleep..." Steve pulls it back and sucks it obscenely off his own finger. There will come time to give in, but it's not quite yet. "You're a good runt. I will let you have some soon. I want to see how good you can be when you're opened up, then we will see."

Going back to his toys, Steve finds the pink glass wand that he found with a lot of legwork. Glass dildos have been around for ages -- and have been used longer than that. It was finding exactly how to use it that took a little bit more time. Finally, he spoke with someone outside of a pub that was willing to talk about it. Using a lot of the KY. He lubed up the toy and Bucky. Using his finger he began to stretch his lover open again. It was so beautiful. He took a second to lean down before there was a mess to lick and dance his tongue over the area he was going to be playing with.

"No so much a wreck now? Who's always here for you, for every single thing you do. Me. I am. Remember this." Steve smacked Bucky on the ass, hard, once, twice, three times. "Forget again, and I'll hit you harder, and the punishments will grow." He tongued him a little longer and pushed his finger in a little bit further, not long. Steve was excited for his toy. He brought the pointed tip of the glass to the muscles that squeezed tight and loosened, all in confusion as to what was happening until Steve pushed it in. He used small, little gestures, in and out until he got the little bulb in, and then let Bucky relax, spinning it about some.