( 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. )
[ wow, thinking alex was going to take it slow was his first mistake. especially when bucky is out there making sounds like that. all that moaning continues to be music to his ears.
... although he quickly realizes that perhaps he should have taken it slow after all, because while sitting on bucky's lap and making him moan with his refined makeout techniques (now including lip biting), he realizes bucky is hard again. or at least he is 98% sure bucky is hard again. bruh. he was expecting to have to go again but he thought he'd get a couple more minutes at least?
just to check, he pulls out of their mouth mash-up to ask, sounding equal parts amused, surprised, and... hoarse: ]
( bucky blinks in confusion as he looks at alex hazily, lips red and wet and his body still tingling from how viscerally he'd been swept up in kissing alex more. it's another moment before he realizes how quickly his erection actually has returned, and he leans back a little in embarrassment, trying to hide away even if it's not really possible in the circumstance. )
I- I. S- Sorry— ( his gaze quickly dips away in shame as his brow furrows anxiously. ) I didn't mean to.
[ alex frowns slightly — feeling bad because of all the shame he sees playing out on bucky's face, like he accidentally popped a boner in eighth grade math class. what is up with all this discomfort??? is this part of the 1940s sexual repression aesthetic? ]
Dude, if you could only get hard whenever you wanted to get hard, you'd have a whole other superpower going on. [ no more eighth grade math class? morning wood? random attractive person walks by at trader joes? etc. etc. anyway: he gives him a quick mouth kiss, for reassurance purposes. ]
Do you want me to do anything about it, or get it out of your system by yourself? 'Cause I can help, but I'm gonna need more than a minute before I suck your dick again.
( it's hard to shake what's always come most natural to him, even if it is a dated reaction to the circumstance. he was striving to be a gentleman about things, so popping a sudden new boner when his partner wasn't up for things yet definitely seems rather selfish to do.
the little kiss seems to ease his nerves a little, though, the concern on his face turning more sheepish as he looks to alex again to answer: )
It's okay. I can wait. I. I don't want to pressure you into anything, and it just. Happened. I. I dunno, it was never... I've never gotten back up so quickly before. It might be something to do with the serum. Since my heartrate is generally quicker and. Whatever else.
[ when bucky mentions it could be the serum, the gears in alex's brain start shifting. could he help this with his powers? in a way that wouldn't put a damper on the whole evening? he almost immediately reaches the conclusion that no, he could not. ]
Hey, look, I said we'd keep going, right? However long you want until we go out to dinner. You're not pressuring me into shit.
[ he gives bucky another quick kiss before letting one hand snake down to grab his member and give it the slowest, most drawn out pump imaginable. you ]
You don't have to do anything, I just don't want you to keel over while waiting for me.
Are you su— ( bucky flinches as he breaks off into a loud groan, not at all expecting alex to just grab and jerk him like that. his breath quickly ramps up again, panting against alex's cheek from leaning forward a bit to better brace himself. )
D- Don't. Want you to think I don't care. Or don't wanna. Make you feel good too.
( his nose nudges against alex's cheek, and his right hand moves to grasp alex's shirt like before. )
[ he did feel a teeny tiny little big apprehensive about just grabbing bucky and going "aight i'm gonna jack you off now" — even though what else was he going to do in this situation, one might ask??? but that was why he was very slow about the whole thing: lots of opportunity for bucky to say "no thank you sir."
that, followed by the immediate realization that maybe they needed to go slower if alex was ever going to get enough time to bounce back... who knew than like ten minutes was going to be ten hours in bucky time? ]
Hey, c'mon, James. [ james. calling him that out loud still feels like it needs to be surrounded by real-life star emojis. ✨ james ✨ ] I know you care. This is what's making me feel good right now. I mean, so long as you feel good.
[ he turns his head fractionally — enough to catch bucky's mouth in another kiss before going back to face-against cheek. his non-dicking hand rests against the back of bucky's neck. also — he continues jerking him off, quickening the pace a little bit. barely. ]
( james, he says so simply, and bucky's breath catches noticeably in their close proximity. why does it feel so significant and make his heart race even more? why does it feel so good to hear? why does his name feel like such a valuable secret when alex says it at all?
while alex continues stroking his length, bucky fights to keep his composure as he chokes back several moans and whimpers. when his grasp no longer feels sufficient against the front of alex's shirt, his hand smooths against the cloth and winds around to the back to tug more urgently for control. not wanting to let the pleasure build too quickly again, he tries to drive his attention just to the sound of alex's voice and away from the rough slip of fingers stimulating the skin of his cock.
it doesn't really help. )
Y- Yeah, ( he blurts with notable delay after a moment, mind having wandered from the thought of kissing alex even more. his words are a warm rumble against alex's cheek. ) 's good. I. I like when you touch me.
( he probably means in general, but it certainly feels pointed in the moment. )
[ as distracting as bucky trying to hold in his noises and grabbing at his shirt are, alex is still focused on the task at hand: giving an excruciatingly slow handjob, almost to the point of edging. including stopping mid-stroke, like he has to think about whether or not to keep going. (edging.) it's fine. he's teaching a lesson. the lesson is "take it slow so the rest of us can, too."
with his voice lowered almost to a degree of whispering, he executes some (sincere) Dirty Talk. ] I like when you make noise. You don't have to hold it in, you know? Be as loud as you want. I want everyone to know how much you love getting fucked by me.
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( while alex's touch clearly seems to affect bucky, the pauses make him fidget impatiently, unaccustomed to the idea of edging or what alex is trying to achieve — though it is clear that Alex is trying something.
what alex says is what makes his cheeks heat further, though, releasing a strangled noises as he throbs in alex's grasp from the sharp arousal the bold words stir. )
N- not used to. Being the one making the noises. F- feels embarrassing.
( the stutters seem to come from his struggling against said noises. )
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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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... although he quickly realizes that perhaps he should have taken it slow after all, because while sitting on bucky's lap and making him moan with his refined makeout techniques (now including lip biting), he realizes bucky is hard again. or at least he is 98% sure bucky is hard again. bruh. he was expecting to have to go again but he thought he'd get a couple more minutes at least?
just to check, he pulls out of their mouth mash-up to ask, sounding equal parts amused, surprised, and... hoarse: ]
Are you already ready to go again?
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( bucky blinks in confusion as he looks at alex hazily, lips red and wet and his body still tingling from how viscerally he'd been swept up in kissing alex more. it's another moment before he realizes how quickly his erection actually has returned, and he leans back a little in embarrassment, trying to hide away even if it's not really possible in the circumstance. )
I- I. S- Sorry— ( his gaze quickly dips away in shame as his brow furrows anxiously. ) I didn't mean to.
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Dude, if you could only get hard whenever you wanted to get hard, you'd have a whole other superpower going on. [ no more eighth grade math class? morning wood? random attractive person walks by at trader joes? etc. etc.
anyway: he gives him a quick mouth kiss, for reassurance purposes. ]
Do you want me to do anything about it, or get it out of your system by yourself? 'Cause I can help, but I'm gonna need more than a minute before I suck your dick again.
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( it's hard to shake what's always come most natural to him, even if it is a dated reaction to the circumstance. he was striving to be a gentleman about things, so popping a sudden new boner when his partner wasn't up for things yet definitely seems rather selfish to do.
the little kiss seems to ease his nerves a little, though, the concern on his face turning more sheepish as he looks to alex again to answer: )
It's okay. I can wait. I. I don't want to pressure you into anything, and it just. Happened. I. I dunno, it was never... I've never gotten back up so quickly before. It might be something to do with the serum. Since my heartrate is generally quicker and. Whatever else.
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Hey, look, I said we'd keep going, right? However long you want until we go out to dinner. You're not pressuring me into shit.
[ he gives bucky another quick kiss before letting one hand snake down to grab his member and give it the slowest, most drawn out pump imaginable. you ]
You don't have to do anything, I just don't want you to keel over while waiting for me.
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D- Don't. Want you to think I don't care. Or don't wanna. Make you feel good too.
( his nose nudges against alex's cheek, and his right hand moves to grasp alex's shirt like before. )
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that, followed by the immediate realization that maybe they needed to go slower if alex was ever going to get enough time to bounce back... who knew than like ten minutes was going to be ten hours in bucky time? ]
Hey, c'mon, James. [ james. calling him that out loud still feels like it needs to be surrounded by real-life star emojis. ✨ james ✨ ] I know you care. This is what's making me feel good right now. I mean, so long as you feel good.
[ he turns his head fractionally — enough to catch bucky's mouth in another kiss before going back to face-against cheek. his non-dicking hand rests against the back of bucky's neck. also — he continues jerking him off, quickening the pace a little bit. barely. ]
This is good, right?
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while alex continues stroking his length, bucky fights to keep his composure as he chokes back several moans and whimpers. when his grasp no longer feels sufficient against the front of alex's shirt, his hand smooths against the cloth and winds around to the back to tug more urgently for control. not wanting to let the pleasure build too quickly again, he tries to drive his attention just to the sound of alex's voice and away from the rough slip of fingers stimulating the skin of his cock.
it doesn't really help. )
Y- Yeah, ( he blurts with notable delay after a moment, mind having wandered from the thought of kissing alex even more. his words are a warm rumble against alex's cheek. ) 's good. I. I like when you touch me.
( he probably means in general, but it certainly feels pointed in the moment. )
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with his voice lowered almost to a degree of whispering, he executes some (sincere) Dirty Talk. ] I like when you make noise. You don't have to hold it in, you know? Be as loud as you want. I want everyone to know how much you love getting fucked by me.
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what alex says is what makes his cheeks heat further, though, releasing a strangled noises as he throbs in alex's grasp from the sharp arousal the bold words stir. )
N- not used to. Being the one making the noises. F- feels embarrassing.
( the stutters seem to come from his struggling against said noises. )
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