( from ) ( there's a soft, amused rumble in bucky's throat, feeling alex's lips sliding away from the pull of gravity, a faint smile tugging at his lips alongside a gentle huff. his focus quickly redirects to keeping the both of them upright, aiming to prevent either of them crashing haphazardly into the bed, and as alex tries to find his balance again, bucky's grasp finally relents, slipping from the breast of alex's shirt to wind around to his hip. )
Sorry, ( he chuckles, assuming the fall had been his fault. ) Was just—
( he pauses, then, his breath still heavy as his lungs try to find equilibrium. whatever bucky meant to articulate drifts away as he remembers how pleasantly he'd just been swept up in it all, and still his body craves more. )
Well, you know. ( laughing sheepishly, he gives alex a moment to find his own bearings. )
[ he knew he could count on bucky to catch him from toppling over. (okay, maybe he didn't know, but he figured he was capable.) alex mumbles his own "sorry" into bucky's skin, then bites at his neck again while his face is there, acts like they're doing some kind of vampire roleplay — which he's not, he just wants to bite. there's something that feels both feral and possessive about it, which generally makes the blood in his body travel down to his groin. (also, he investigates like a shark. alex is a shark. it's a shark roleplay. we all know it. ) ]
Into it? You were into it? You liked it? [ the question comes out a little too quick, a little too approval-seeking. as if bucky now grasping at his hip wasn't enough of an answer — which was frustrating in the sense that now, having experienced than sensation, he wants more of it. chasing the high of getting touched by bucky is an exciting new literal contact sport.
after a single breath, he adds another question, voice lowered, less needy and more ✨ naughty ✨ — ] Do you want more than that?
( he doesn't expect the bite, but it stirs something deep in him that shoots heat right to his groin. lurching forward slightly, bucky groans through a sharp shudder. )
Y- Yes. ( to answer alex. ) I.
( needing to pause and shake off another shudder, his fingers dig into alex's hip as he swallows down whatever noise he would have made from it. bucky's voice rattles with a hoarse rasp when he continues. )
[ that groan is music to his ears. the second shudder stifling more noise is, too; it's a song playing in another room from a "music playing in another room" youtube playlist. ]
Mm, good.
[ in alex's very humble onion, this is not the time for gently peeling each other's clothes off (although it would be extremely easy for him to shed his boxers and tank top), because that is five seconds that could be spent on other much more important things. as in, he shifts his way down, still doing his best to stay attached to bucky like a limpet until he's kneeling on the ground in front of his lap. immediately he starts working at the button and zipper of his pants. ]
C'mon, help me get your pants down. Has anyone ever sucked you off before?
( breath shuddering, bucky nods as he withdraws his hand from alex's hip, helping alex with his pants and lifting his hips to wiggle his jeans and boxer briefs down his thighs. )
Um. A long time ago. Before. ( as was mentioned when alex had first realized his attraction to bucky, it was decades before, at the least. ) I'm. Probably not, uh, gonna last long. Since it's been ages.
That's okay. If you get hard again, I'll blow you again. [ now that the tiger is out, alex can acquaint himself with the lay of the land. one hand snakes to get a hold on bucky's hip — like he needs to hold him in place, or would even be able to. his mouth sets about trailing kisses along his inner thigh, letting one turn into a tiny nip, because he can't stop himself. ]
However many times we can fit in before dinner. [ meanwhile, alex's other hand is working bucky's shaft to make sure he's just the right amount of hard — squeezing enough to make a few drops of precome bead up. at the same time he adds, as if meant to punctuate: ] Or after.
[ no need for apologies, he's still riding high on exerting his non-psychic power to make bucky melt. ]
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Wh- wh... ( the nip draws out a faint whimper, almost pleading for another graze of teeth. hand raising, his fingers carve rows into alex's hair to clutch for purchase as bucky gasps in wanton pleasure from the pressure of alex's grip, hips lifting slightly in hopes of more contact.
it's another few shaky breaths before bucky manages to spit out what he'd intended to ask from the start: ) What about you?
[ the grabbing his hair feels like the equivalent of "you're doing amazing sweetie," and has the intended effect of urging alex on. only, before he can switch over from his mouth against bucky's thigh to swallowing him down, the question registers to him. he pauses to glance up. ]
What do you mean? [ hold on, the gears are turning. ] You mean am I gonna get off? I get really into oral, dude. Especially if you're loud about liking it. [he wasn't even going to bother asking because he assumed bucky wasn't going to be able to control himself 😭 ] It's kind of a power trip thing, right? Or a praise thing. It get so into it, it's like my mind goes blank. If I don't come when I'm doing it, I'm usually right there. Y'know, like I just have to jack off for five seconds and that's it.
[ alex is using story time to let the hand that was once at bucky's hip slide down to idly trace circles on his skin. you see, this is a great opportunity, because if bucky has to wait, he can't immediately blow his load. 🧠 ]
I'm not saying to never return the favor, just, y'know. Don't worry about me.
[ surprise kiss to the inner thigh! he's a menace. ]
( the physical affection mixed in with alex's explanation is a nice touch, but it isn't necessary at all for the swell that overtakes bucky's heart. on the surface, what alex says is direct and sexual, but the underlying meaning is unmistakable. with sudden clarity, bucky realizes: he loves this man deeply, and there's no going back.
bucky is much the same, after all. in his previous relationships and trysts, he's also been eager to go down on his partners (even quite enjoys eating them out), especially in the normalized give and take that he's only believed to be fair in any sexual exchange. the pleasure of his partner is paramount. but this is the first anyone has intended the same for him.
grip slipping, his hand drifts from alex's hair to cup his cheek, thumb catching the curve of bone and imparting affection as alex kisses his thigh. he's too moved to find the words, and so instead settles for a soft and ever fond: )
James. [ something about the absolute chaos of this chain of events has left him feeling giddy. he was sick, he was sad, he got to kiss a beautiful man and is ten seconds from going down on him, he hasn't eaten recently enough to slow any endorphin rush from going straight to his head.
all that to say! when bucky touches his cheek, he stops what he's doing once again to glance up, grinning. no thoughts, head empty, just dokidokis. when he says james, it's almost teasing. ]
I haven't even done anything to get you to say my name like that yet.
[ but that's about to change. having gotten bucky nice and worked up, he starts taking him into his mouth slowly and deliberately. he runs his tongue along the other's length, using his tongue to build up spit to ease him farther back. ]
( bucky loses his ability to speak once the heat of alex's mouth meets the head of his cock, a shaky whimper spilling from his lips quickly as his hand shifts back to grasp the curls of alex's hair. the press of alex's lips draws against his foreskin, and the sensation leaves him moaning. )
[ oh, fuck is music to alex's ears, and his hair being grabbed makes his scalp tingle. this is the moment he's been waiting for this entire time. (he loves oral just that much, okay.) his other hand moves so that he's gripping both bucky's hips, partially for encouragement and partially for control.
given how scratchy his throat already was, he's a little more slow about it that he usually would be, but he's determined to get bucky all the way down. feeling properly filled, he digs into bucky's skin with his nails as he engages his swallowing muscles, like he could simply pull the come out of him if he swallowed hard enough. ]
( bucky tugs at alex's hair as he tries to keep himself steady, legs shaking slightly as he fights falling entirely into desperate cries. the fingers of his vibranium hand knot into the bedding to hold him more steadily upright, the wet heat overwhelming as a flush quickly floods his neck and cheeks despite the bulk of blood flow being directly to his groin. the way alex continues with such utter fixation only serves to further push the intensity of bucky's arousal, and he really hasn't any idea what to do with himself.
gradually, though he had tried to put a tamp on his voice to keep from mewling like a fool, his desire sounds anyway, through faint groans scattered between anxious pants of breath. he's doing his best not to lose it too quickly, but a part of him that he'd long forgotten claws desperately at his abdomen in eager hope for release. )
[ the fact that he got bucky making noise while knowing he was deliberately trying to hold it in is that exact kind of praise/power trip combo alex described that gets him off. if he wasn't hard before, he is now. the pursuit of his own pleasure is spurring him on now, adding a little extra oomph to his enthusiasm.
after a couple beats, he swallows again before easing off slightly. just giving the back of his throat a second to rest by running his tongue along the shaft, intentionally moaning to cause reverb — then takes him to the back of his throat again, swallowing deeply. it really is easy to let his mind go blank at this point, letting the only thing to occupy it be those hard-won groans. ]
( chewing his lip for a few moments, eventually the reddened flesh slips free as bucky moans appreciatively, hips jerking slightly from the instinct to bury deeper. the hum earns alex a high-pitched whimper, and when the head of bucky's cock finds the back of alex's throat again, pressure kneading the tip, he can only whine with despair at how quickly the his pleasure starts to peak. )
A- Alex— ( he manages to squeeze out between harshened gasps for breath. )
[ while rolling with the different ways bucky's body shifts slightly, it automatically registers to him the second he feels the telltale throbbing that bucky must be really close. it's like a microwave beeping. (he knew, he was warned. it's fine, that tiny lil refractory period will give his throat time to rest.)
anyway — while taking the sound of his name as another signal, he makes reverberating mm-hmm noise, then does his best to swallow down hard, as if he could use his throat to milk him. that, and one of his hands slides away from bucky's hip to down inside his boxers, in pursuit of his own pleasure while being so thoroughly in the zone. ]
( hand tugging against alex's hair roughly, his body tenses as his abdomen throbs with release, sharp pulses only adding even more friction and causing bucky to shiver in pleasure from the sensation as his cock twitches rhythmically to spill his seed. the start is accompanied by a heady moan, drawn out and breaking into broken whimpers as he gradually finishes.
when his muscles finally relent, the euphoric, warm hum of satisfaction seeps through the rest of his body, loosening his grip as bucky suddenly remembers the need for air and pants heavily to catch his breath. )
[ there it is. alex feels heat flood the back of his throat, doing his best to gulp it down to keep up. (seriously why is there so much??? is this a supersoldier thing?? a sexually frustrated thing?? it's okay, they'll be working on it if it's the latter.) he only tastes anything when the feeling of bucky spilling inside him ceases and he slowly pulls away, the mixture of spit and come joining the damp mess the lower half of his face had become from working up all this dick-sucking spit.
instead of continuing to lavish bucky with attention, he turns that attention to himself because, just as he expected, he is right there. his free hand goes to the floor so he can support himself while jerking it, hoarsely panting until he makes a noise like a groan getting stuck in his throat as he spills into his own hand. (he should have taken his boxers off. it's fine, he was about to get changed anyway.) the most movement he can force himself to do is shift around a little so he's resting against bucky's leg. ✨ he did it ✨ ]
( he watches alex in a blissful daze, still working to catch his breath but mind drifting with the boost of endorphins. humming as alex reaches into his pants, bucky's lip finds itself pinned again while he eagerly watches alex's expression. he isn't the least bit disappointed.
when alex then settles against his leg, bucky pets his hair gently, carding locks through his fingers. )
Let me do it, next time, ( he suggests after another beat, sounding a little raw and still breathless. ) I wanna, um, feel you. In my hand. When you come.
[ here alex was, sitting there letting himself get lost in the afterglow sauce while bucky plays with his hair until he speaks and takes him out of it. it's fine, though, because the request causes a warm feeling to well up in his chest. someone who loves him? and wants to feel him in his hand like that? shit, he could almost get hard again immediately. (but only almost. biology says cool your jets on that one. give it a little time.) ]
What? Oh, yeah, sure. Fuck yeah. [ he is so hoarse now, omg. after he spent all that time recovering from painful dry heaving. will he ever sound normal again? maybe he'll just embrace his identity of "man who perpetually has a cold." (at least wrecking his throat for love was worth it.) ]
I just didn't think of it, y'know... I thought you were fuckin' out, dude. Didn't wanna spoil the moment.
[ every time bucky calls him "darling" it hits his brain's funny bone — it's one of those overly sincere things bucky always says. alex doesn't feel like a darling, but the way he says it leaves no open space for doubt.
as much as he's be content sitting on the floor, boneless like a plate of pasta while bucky rubs his neck... the idea of more kissing is enticing. ]
Uh-huh, yeah. Of course. [ he moves languidly, exerting only the exact amount of energy it takes to pull himself up to sit on bucky's lap. getting an up-close look at his handiwork — the way bucky's face is still flushed, mostly — adds to his sense of self-satisfaction. (meanwhile, here's alex with the lower half of his face covered in spit, drool, and come.) related, he quips: ]
( when alex moves, bucky's hand falls away to give him space only to gently find alex's face again when alex settles into bucky's lap. fingers hooked lightly against the corner of his jaw, hand faintly cupping up against the line of bone, his thumb reaches around to swipe away the mess, smearing it against alex's lips in the process.
his thumb lingers against alex's lower lip. so do his eyes. )
Good, ( is what he offers back easily with a smirk, gaze find alex's again for a moment to let the word strike before he leans in, thumb dipping away as he locks lips with him, tongue wedging eagerly between alex's lips. )
[ the way bucky touches his face, brushes his thumb against his lower lip, holds it there, stares at him... if alex weren't already spent, he'd be getting hard all over again from the thoughtful attention. instead, he gets a satisfied, tingly full-body sensation out of that fresh and sexy being loved and perceived feeling.
the kiss begins both in slow motion and within a single fraction of a blink. bucky went from staring at his mouth to in there, and he finds himself responding to the presence of bucky's tongue by sucking on it. he loops his arms around bucky's neck lazily, wanting to find eliminate any extra space between them. ]
( he'd thought alex might tease back, make him work for that taste and eventually grace him with the addicting friction of meeting tongues. instead, alex jumps straight to sucking, and bucky doesn't have time to stifle the intense, lewd moan it pulls out from his chest, the sensation making his stomach flip and his abdomen lurch sharply with renewed arousal. were he more sober, he would likely remember that it had never been so easy or quick, before the serum, but that remains to be realized.
left hand moving to set against alex's side, his right slots itself nearly around the back of alex's neck for leverage. )
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( there's a soft, amused rumble in bucky's throat, feeling alex's lips sliding away from the pull of gravity, a faint smile tugging at his lips alongside a gentle huff. his focus quickly redirects to keeping the both of them upright, aiming to prevent either of them crashing haphazardly into the bed, and as alex tries to find his balance again, bucky's grasp finally relents, slipping from the breast of alex's shirt to wind around to his hip. )
Sorry, ( he chuckles, assuming the fall had been his fault. ) Was just—
( he pauses, then, his breath still heavy as his lungs try to find equilibrium. whatever bucky meant to articulate drifts away as he remembers how pleasantly he'd just been swept up in it all, and still his body craves more. )
Well, you know. ( laughing sheepishly, he gives alex a moment to find his own bearings. )
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Into it? You were into it? You liked it? [ the question comes out a little too quick, a little too approval-seeking. as if bucky now grasping at his hip wasn't enough of an answer — which was frustrating in the sense that now, having experienced than sensation, he wants more of it. chasing the high of getting touched by bucky is an exciting new literal contact sport.
after a single breath, he adds another question, voice lowered, less needy and more ✨ naughty ✨ — ] Do you want more than that?
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Y- Yes. ( to answer alex. ) I.
( needing to pause and shake off another shudder, his fingers dig into alex's hip as he swallows down whatever noise he would have made from it. bucky's voice rattles with a hoarse rasp when he continues. )
I want more. Please.
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Mm, good.
[ in alex's very humble onion, this is not the time for gently peeling each other's clothes off (although it would be extremely easy for him to shed his boxers and tank top), because that is five seconds that could be spent on other much more important things. as in, he shifts his way down, still doing his best to stay attached to bucky like a limpet until he's kneeling on the ground in front of his lap. immediately he starts working at the button and zipper of his pants. ]
C'mon, help me get your pants down. Has anyone ever sucked you off before?
[ ✨ romance ✨ ]
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Um. A long time ago. Before. ( as was mentioned when alex had first realized his attraction to bucky, it was decades before, at the least. ) I'm. Probably not, uh, gonna last long. Since it's been ages.
( there's a note of apology in his tone. )
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However many times we can fit in before dinner. [ meanwhile, alex's other hand is working bucky's shaft to make sure he's just the right amount of hard — squeezing enough to make a few drops of precome bead up. at the same time he adds, as if meant to punctuate: ] Or after.
[ no need for apologies, he's still riding high on exerting his non-psychic power to make bucky melt. ]
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it's another few shaky breaths before bucky manages to spit out what he'd intended to ask from the start: ) What about you?
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What do you mean? [ hold on, the gears are turning. ] You mean am I gonna get off? I get really into oral, dude. Especially if you're loud about liking it. [he wasn't even going to bother asking because he assumed bucky wasn't going to be able to control himself 😭 ] It's kind of a power trip thing, right? Or a praise thing. It get so into it, it's like my mind goes blank. If I don't come when I'm doing it, I'm usually right there. Y'know, like I just have to jack off for five seconds and that's it.
[ alex is using story time to let the hand that was once at bucky's hip slide down to idly trace circles on his skin. you see, this is a great opportunity, because if bucky has to wait, he can't immediately blow his load. 🧠 ]
I'm not saying to never return the favor, just, y'know. Don't worry about me.
[ surprise kiss to the inner thigh! he's a menace. ]
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bucky is much the same, after all. in his previous relationships and trysts, he's also been eager to go down on his partners (even quite enjoys eating them out), especially in the normalized give and take that he's only believed to be fair in any sexual exchange. the pleasure of his partner is paramount. but this is the first anyone has intended the same for him.
grip slipping, his hand drifts from alex's hair to cup his cheek, thumb catching the curve of bone and imparting affection as alex kisses his thigh. he's too moved to find the words, and so instead settles for a soft and ever fond: )
Alexander.
( this man will be the end of him. )
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all that to say! when bucky touches his cheek, he stops what he's doing once again to glance up, grinning. no thoughts, head empty, just dokidokis. when he says james, it's almost teasing. ]
I haven't even done anything to get you to say my name like that yet.
[ but that's about to change. having gotten bucky nice and worked up, he starts taking him into his mouth slowly and deliberately. he runs his tongue along the other's length, using his tongue to build up spit to ease him farther back. ]
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( bucky loses his ability to speak once the heat of alex's mouth meets the head of his cock, a shaky whimper spilling from his lips quickly as his hand shifts back to grasp the curls of alex's hair. the press of alex's lips draws against his foreskin, and the sensation leaves him moaning. )
Oh, fuck.
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given how scratchy his throat already was, he's a little more slow about it that he usually would be, but he's determined to get bucky all the way down. feeling properly filled, he digs into bucky's skin with his nails as he engages his swallowing muscles, like he could simply pull the come out of him if he swallowed hard enough. ]
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gradually, though he had tried to put a tamp on his voice to keep from mewling like a fool, his desire sounds anyway, through faint groans scattered between anxious pants of breath. he's doing his best not to lose it too quickly, but a part of him that he'd long forgotten claws desperately at his abdomen in eager hope for release. )
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after a couple beats, he swallows again before easing off slightly. just giving the back of his throat a second to rest by running his tongue along the shaft, intentionally moaning to cause reverb — then takes him to the back of his throat again, swallowing deeply. it really is easy to let his mind go blank at this point, letting the only thing to occupy it be those hard-won groans. ]
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A- Alex— ( he manages to squeeze out between harshened gasps for breath. )
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it's like a microwave beeping.(he knew, he was warned. it's fine, that tiny lil refractory period will give his throat time to rest.)anyway — while taking the sound of his name as another signal, he makes reverberating mm-hmm noise, then does his best to swallow down hard, as if he could use his throat to milk him. that, and one of his hands slides away from bucky's hip to down inside his boxers, in pursuit of his own pleasure while being so thoroughly in the zone. ]
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( hand tugging against alex's hair roughly, his body tenses as his abdomen throbs with release, sharp pulses only adding even more friction and causing bucky to shiver in pleasure from the sensation as his cock twitches rhythmically to spill his seed. the start is accompanied by a heady moan, drawn out and breaking into broken whimpers as he gradually finishes.
when his muscles finally relent, the euphoric, warm hum of satisfaction seeps through the rest of his body, loosening his grip as bucky suddenly remembers the need for air and pants heavily to catch his breath. )
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instead of continuing to lavish bucky with attention, he turns that attention to himself because, just as he expected, he is right there. his free hand goes to the floor so he can support himself while jerking it, hoarsely panting until he makes a noise like a groan getting stuck in his throat as he spills into his own hand. (he should have taken his boxers off. it's fine, he was about to get changed anyway.) the most movement he can force himself to do is shift around a little so he's resting against bucky's leg. ✨ he did it ✨ ]
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when alex then settles against his leg, bucky pets his hair gently, carding locks through his fingers. )
Let me do it, next time, ( he suggests after another beat, sounding a little raw and still breathless. ) I wanna, um, feel you. In my hand. When you come.
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What? Oh, yeah, sure. Fuck yeah. [ he is so hoarse now, omg. after he spent all that time recovering from painful dry heaving. will he ever sound normal again? maybe he'll just embrace his identity of "man who perpetually has a cold." (at least wrecking his throat for love was worth it.) ]
I just didn't think of it, y'know... I thought you were fuckin' out, dude. Didn't wanna spoil the moment.
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I'd be a bad supersoldier if one orgasm took me out, darling.
( hand moving to soothe along alex's neck, he hums again with thought. )
Right now, I really wanna kiss you again, though.
Is that okay?
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as much as he's be content sitting on the floor, boneless like a plate of pasta while bucky rubs his neck... the idea of more kissing is enticing. ]
Uh-huh, yeah. Of course. [ he moves languidly, exerting only the exact amount of energy it takes to pull himself up to sit on bucky's lap. getting an up-close look at his handiwork — the way bucky's face is still flushed, mostly — adds to his sense of self-satisfaction. (meanwhile, here's alex with the lower half of his face covered in spit, drool, and come.) related, he quips: ]
Bet you'll taste some of yourself on me.
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his thumb lingers against alex's lower lip. so do his eyes. )
Good, ( is what he offers back easily with a smirk, gaze find alex's again for a moment to let the word strike before he leans in, thumb dipping away as he locks lips with him, tongue wedging eagerly between alex's lips. )
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the kiss begins both in slow motion and within a single fraction of a blink. bucky went from staring at his mouth to in there, and he finds himself responding to the presence of bucky's tongue by sucking on it. he loops his arms around bucky's neck lazily, wanting to find eliminate any extra space between them. ]
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left hand moving to set against alex's side, his right slots itself nearly around the back of alex's neck for leverage. )
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