~night~
We went to sleep after brushing our teeths and watching some videos.
I couldn't sleep the whole night...well I felt asleep for some minutes but woke up at 3 am breathing heavily.
Steve:„what's wrong?"
Bucky:„nothing darling...nothing...just tony..."
He laid his head down on my chest and I started stroking his hair.
Steve:„wake me up if something is wrong..."
Bucky:„i will don't worry..."
Will I? No...never would I wake him up! He deserves his sleep...
After I heard his light snoring I walked out on our balcony.
I just felt pain...was i just a project? Maybe they just let me live here to look if I'm still the winter soldier... does Steve really love me? I didn't knew the answer...
Maybe he didn't but I did! I loved him so much...tears started running down my cheeks...suddenly two strong arms wrapped around my waist and he kissed the back of my head.
Steve:„im here...if you need someone to talk too!"
Bucky:„you felt asleep...why did you woke up?"
Steve:„i knew you wouldn't fell asleep!"
Bucky:„it's just tony..."
Steve:„i really don't know how to help my husband against my angry dad!"
I chuckled and he gave me a kiss again.
Steve:„you're so beautiful when you laugh..."
Bucky:„i love you!"
Steve:„now don't cry..."
He wiped my tears away.
I picked him up and laid him down on the bed.
Bucky:„you're perfect..."
“Mmhmm,” Steve said, and that’s the last we will talk for a while, he knows it.
⚠️Smut⚠️
Steve moans, biting his lip.
I start to bite him.
Steve is blood hot everywhere and there’s not a thought in his mind, nothing, noting at all, just fuzzy sleepiness and my mouth on him, bruising him, loving him good.
My cock is hard and burning hot and rested in Steve’s hip.
He drags me up by the hair and kisses me on my open mouth.
It’s so dark, and we're so quiet just sighs, little sighs.
But I want skin.
I grab Steve’s waist, and kiss Steve’s jaw, his neck.
His ear.
he moans, when I push inside him, slow.
Steve’s head falls back.
That’s good, that’s good.
I can’t fuck him this way hard or fast, but we can rub up on each other just right.
I duck my head a little lower.
Steve knows how I like this, the way we press together, like how I have to get so low that my mouth is right at Steve’s chest.
I tease his nipple, touching it with my thumb, suckling at it, rubbing the underside of Steve’s pec, nuzzling my face in the crease between us.
Steve makes a needy little gasp in his throat.
Suddenly Steve is on his back, me on top of him.
His heart flips over.
He loves it when I surprises him...he loves it when he knows he’s about to really get fucked.
His left knee is still high around my ribs, but his right leg is splayed open he’s too sleepy still to really move it.
I put my hand at the underside of Steve’s knee and force him to open up even more until Steve’s leg is over my shoulder, and then I turn my head and kiss Steve’s kneecap, brushing my mouth over it, and his skin.
I start to fuck Steve slow and good, and Steve cups my neck in his hands, his head falling back against the pillows.
He moans.
Steve touches his biceps just to feel the muscle move beneath his hands.
I suck bruises into his skin, my breath ghosting over Steve’s throat again, like before.
“You’re gonna make me come,” he breathes, so turned on that all he can do is be honest.
He bites his own lip and I started biting his skin.
He doesn’t even say it to make me crazy, he’s just being truthful, but I go a little crazy anyway, fucking him deeper, still just as slow.
We breathe into each other’s mouths as he pulled me into a kiss. “Bucky,” Steve murmurs. “Bucky, oh, Bucky, God, Buck ” he moans, helpless, coming hard and wet and aching, biting his own lip again, arching into him, squeezing him tight.
“Buck,” he gasps.
“Buck,” he moans, shaking a little, gasping for air.
“Buck…”
The second Steve’s done I'm coming too, spilling hot inside him, and it makes Steve moan again, that feeling, how filthy it is, how sweet, how close we are.
“Christ,” I repeat, my voice hoarse.
Me kissing his cheek again and again, panting, still moving in him slow, shallower now.
“Christ, baby, Christ.”
“Mmm,” Steve hums, while I kiss the side of his face, the corner of his mouth.
Steve smiles into our kiss.
“You fuckin’ kill me,” I murmur to him, in between demanding kisses.
“You fuckin’ destroy me. You bring me to my god damn knees.”
“Buck,” Steve says, and wants to give his whole self up to me all over again.
I smack a kiss on his cheek and Steve chuckles.
I'm still inside him, softening up.
It feels so intimate, so good.
In the dark of our room we smile at each other stupidly, eyes half-closed.
“We gotta be up in a few hours,” Steve murmurs to me.
Our mouths are brushing anyway, so he pouts his lips and kisses me and gets distracted doing that for a minute.
Then he says, “You wanna go back to sleep, Buck?”
“You’re so fuckin’ sweet,” i say back sincerely.
Then he admits, “Nah, you woke me up.”
I stroke a hand through Steve’s hair. “Better than a morning run, right, baby?” I'm kissing him again, his eyebrow, his cheek, his mouth.
“Go back to sleep,” I murmur.
“Go back to sleep, beautiful"
Again he laid down on my chest and now we both felt asleep.