Bucky pootered along at a toddler's space, dawdling in enthusiastically and dragging his feet lethargically with a shuffling scuffing noise as he wiped up the slick lines still scoring his face.
He wanted to look presentable when he reached the quarters he was staying in.
Each door was branded with a plaque detailing the occupants, two names stamped upon each metal plate.
He eyed them up as he trailed along.
'Romanoff, Natasha A.
Barton, Clinton F.'
'Stark, Anthony E.
Banner, Robert B.'
'Rogers, Steven G.
Barnes, James B.'
Further down he could see Sam's name inscribed along with the rest of Phil's team, excluding Coulson - who he could only presume had acquired some more luxurious quarters elsewhere; providing him some exclusive privacy from the rest of the rowdy lot.
He politely tapped on his door, forging a smile onto his lips. The plodding thump of Steve's striding footfalls drummed closer and closer until the metal door opened inwards.
Steve was clothed in only his beige chinos and a low cut white wife beater. His blue eyes glittered with enamour, his features glowing with adulation. His face was guilt with the silky golden light streaming from a lamp by the bog-standard double bed at the back of the room.
"Come in..." Steve's voice was reverberate and more baritone than usual and something wicked was twinkling in his hungry lust-blown eyes. His eyes were black oceans of dilation; the pupils had swelled until only a thin hoop of shocking blue remained. His eyelids were drooping over his lusting predatory eyes, alive with an untamed hunger. A devious secretive smirk lingered on his plush full lips.
Steve - ever the gentleman - stood politely aside, acting as a doorstop and permitting Bucky entrance to their new quarters. Bucky's explorative eyes raced about, absorbing every detail and familiarising himself with the dull grey walls that seemed to decorate the entire facility and the enclosed space. It was nothing special, nor sumptuous. It was regulation and mundane it its unfashionable fittings and furnishings.
The door swooped closed and a tsunami of air splashed over his back, ruffling his long strands.
He was assaulted by a pair of possessive hands snatching his hips with bruising force, fingertips pressuring the fragile curve of his sharp hipbones, claiming that area of his body as his dominion. Before he could protest or emit a noise of surprise a pair of lips secured Bucky's lips, declaring them his property too and swallowed down any noises. He was regressed a few steps and his back slammed into the door with a rattling crack, his lips still being sieged by Steve's and being penetrated by a thirsting restless tongue. He was pinned into place, anchored by the vicelike hands appreciatively roaming his hips.
Steve ground forwards, rutting the lower parts of their bodies together in a selfish hedonistic attempt at relief and a hunt for pleasure. Bucky made a strangled noise of unexpected pleasure as Steve rolled his hips fluidly against him. An explosion of bliss seared through his buzzing body like wildfire spreads across a desert plane - consuming him whole.
Cued to halt his forceful and overbearing conquer of the smaller man by Bucky's indecent throaty whine, he departed, tongue retreating and lips recoiling. "Sorry... I've wanted to do that for the longest time..." Steve panted hissing out breaths as he bit his lip and directed his eyes to the heavens to pray for self-restraint. His voice was as sinfully heavenly as chocolate, luxurious and addictive with its gravelly ring. The way words rolled off his tongue were as heady as an intoxicating aroma. He sounded so urgently desperate and wanton.
Bucky's eyes had darkened with wild lust - pools of arousal. His chest was heaving in shallow short breaths, his lips gaped unintelligibly. All he could think about was Steve. A new idea had stolen his mind and was outgrowing the confines of his imagination with the opportunity laid out before him like cards on a table. "Then why did you stop?" Bucky keenly rolled his hips back, smirking proudly as he drove the super-soldier wild with desire - consent given. "Kiss me."
Steve didn't need anything else said. His large hands scooped Bucky's bony wrists up in one smooth movement and pinned them up like restraints above his head. The pointed tip of Steve's tongue drew a rapid lateral line across Bucky's bottom lip, and chaste kisses where peppered in its wake. The combination was like an intoxicating drug, leaving him reeling with withdrawal moments the second Steve departed. Steve repeated the mind-numbing sensation on Bucky's skilfully designed upper lip before laving his way into his mouth, his tongue moving in ministrations against Bucky's own, rolling down and sweeping the surface.
Steve tasted like Russian vodka, clearly having made a trip to see Natasha before he'd arrived. He could taste the searing alcoholic bitterness lingering on Steve's tongue, filling his mouth with the poignant sharpness. It only doubled his thirst for Steve, another sense appeased.
Both of them rubbed their hips together, alight with a burning need to satisfy their needs. They were like animals in heat - mindless and desperate. The feeling shared between them as they forced then hyper-sensitive lower halves of their body together was divine. It sent a rippling shockwave of pleasure shuddering through their bodies, only adding to their passion.
His eyes rose and held Bucky's gaze with knee-weakening zeal and trailed to his neck. There was a shimmer in those dark infinite pools of arousal, a glimmer of depraved intention.
His pink lips ghosted over Bucky's exposed neck, hovering over his pulse point which was thrumming wildly beneath his taut skin. Steve's breath trickled across the buzzing skin, washing across the sensitive spot and setting every nerve ending on fire. Every hair stood on end and a shiver of pleasure rushed from Bucky's neck to the tip of his toes, involuntarily making Bucky's back arch, his muscles drew tighter and his head lulled back.
Steve sucked in another full breath and then tantalisingly breathed onto Bucky's neck, alight with pleasure, once more. The sensation made the breath leave Bucky's own lungs and his knees transform to jelly. Bucky's skin tingled with the feeling of the heat radiating off Steve's nearby lips, so close to colliding with the skin. He melted under the onslaught of the teasing sensation combined with the ministration of Steve's hips into his own, his heart fluttering in his chest like a butterfly trapped in his ribcage and his stomach twisted into knots. Bucky was high on adrenaline and he could already hear the rushing of blood in his ears.
Steve watched attentively through his luscious curled dark eyelashes as Bucky's eyes fluttered shut, revelling in the feelings flowing though his skin. Steve hummed appreciatively at the sight of Bucky coming completely undone. It was beautiful how he looked overwhelmed with sensation: unable to function, unable to moan anything but Steve's name - like it was the only word in the universe; repeating it with such vigour and screaming it like a religious epiphany.
Steve placed his silk-soft cushioned lips at the base of Bucky's neck and dragged them up until they met with the dip beneath Bucky's ear. Steve's lips were as smooth as a sea-shapen pebbles on the beach and as sleek as satin, making him involuntarily shudder as they trawled over his neck.
Bucky writhed, head twisting against the door and a whine was unleashed from the back of his restricted sticky throat, dancing into the air like a grateful symphony to Steve's ears through his parted lips. Still Steve unrelentingly rolled his hips up and against Bucky, making his core tighten and burst into flames.
"Fuck, Steve..." The word was tumbling from Bucky's mouth as he fumbled for coherency over his lust-fogged brain. Bucky's thoughts were in tangled divergence, no tangent clear or singular, but Steve was the prominent resident in his mind. Words had melted from Bucky's grasp, eloquence had abandoned him in the throes of pleasure, all he could do was dribble the first things that sprung to mind. Searching for purchase and friction he rutted back against Steve, grinding furiously. "Fuck... It's been too long..." Pleasure trickled through Bucky's bloodstream and his body was on fire with sensation.
"Should we change that?" Bucky could feel the air move close to his neck as Steve spoke, his lower register disturbing the air. He then clasped Bucky's earlobe between his teeth and gave it a small experimental stretch, toying with the chewy lobe.
The breathless moan was rolling off Bucky's tongue before he could control it. His head flopped back against door, eyes shut and munching on his lower lip, trying to restrain his noises, knowing the others quite possibly could hear. "Where did you learn to talk like this?"
"From the best..." He growled into Bucky's ear, his voice like the threatening and enthralling roar of a tiger. "The man who taught me everything. The man who I'd very much like to repay the favour to."
"Steve..." Steve licked a stripe from Bucky's protruding collarbone to the hinge of his slack jaw, and his name fell from Bucky's lips like an incantation, a chanted prayer of his name. He curled a tenacious leg around Steve's side and seized Steve's lips, storming his mouth thankfully and mercilessly; seeking more attention and appraisal
Steve rocked his hips up, rolling his groin against Bucky's own and Bucky poured a moan into his mouth which he quickly swallowed down; his mouth sealed over Bucky's. The friction between his legs was unspeakably divine and left him swelling with heat. He instantly craved more, greedy like an addict.
Steve grabbed Bucky's other leg and curled them around his waist, effectively trapping Bucky between the door and him.
"Take your shirt off..." Steve growled into the heated kiss, tongues feverishly twisting and darting, mapping out Bucky's mouth, tongue and lips.
"Much obliged..." Bucky breathed, mouth angling so his tongue could delve into Steve's mouth. He whipped his shirt over his head in one clean movement and swirled it around his head like a lasso before flinging it carelessly to the floor. "Yours too, I want to feel that magnificent chest of yours," Bucky praised, raking his fingers over the material separating them, thumbs tripping over Steve's nipples and massaging them into peaks; adding another layer of sensation.
Steve hissed as Bucky's nails caught and tripped over the sensitive nubs, rendering him off guard.
Bucky and Steve made a combined effort, both blindly fumbling with the hem, Bucky only pinned up by the wall and Steve's hips. It was ripped over his head and Bucky's hands immediately roamed his chest once it was revealed to him; worshiping his godlike body with his hands. Bucky and Steve's dog tags tangled and rattled as they pressed their bare chests together, the metal cool on radiating fiery bodies. Steve kept a firm curious and rough grasp on Bucky's lower body: rubbing his muscular carved thighs and groping his pert ass, two perfect handfuls. Steve's hands kneaded his cheeks and teased the cleft of his arse, leaving him thrusting his butt down for deeper contact.
Deepening the kiss again, Steve rutted forwards brutally, rolling his hips violently, rubbing his groin between Bucky's spread legs. The pair broke the kiss, groaning, feeling the fantastic friction on their hardened pants on one another. Bucky threw his head back against the wall, stifling more meek whines as Steve continued to grind up against him, forcing him against the wall. The friction was tender, and sent electric shocks of pleasure bursting through his being, sending him spiralling into a state of delectation. Bucky was panting, his eyes shut, biting his lip hard, indenting it with his incisors.
Steve twisted them around and walked to the bed before dumping Bucky onto the springy mattress. Steve dropped onto all fours and slinked up the bed like a tiger, shoulders arching as he moved and hips swaying as he sauntered like a cat. He quickly reconnected their mouths, smashing their lips together with damaging force, clashing teeth and catching tongues.
"These..." Steve dipped his fingers into Bucky's waistband, stretching them and snapping them against his skin. "Lose them," Steve ordered, still poised above Bucky, balanced on one hand and two knees, one hand occupied with unbuttoning his fly.
"Yes, Captain..." Bucky grunted, yanking Steve down by his arse and spreading his legs to accommodate a body in between. Bucky immediately removed the skinny jeans, still kissing Steve above him. He hoisted them down with a shimmy and a shove, then slipping free and kicking them off his ankles, prizing them away with his toes. Steve's dog tags hung over him: dancing in circles on his chest; looping and twirling.
Steve removed his jeans with equal ardency and urgency and shuffled them away, shucking them off his shins and ankles and kicking them to the floor. The ecstasy intensified with such a thin layer of clothing separating them and the grinding became filthy and sloppy, both still rocking and grinding, seeking release and pleasure.
Steve started kissing across Bucky's cheek, peppering his screwed up face with small butterfly kisses, and made his way across his angular bulky jaw. Steve pressed heated breathy open mouth kisses across Bucky's sharp jaw and made his way down Bucky's taut neck, his lips sucking on the curve of the pale column. Bucky tipped his head away and up, allowing Steve to pleasure his skin submissively. Steve reached the base of Bucky's neck and his tongue flicked out, trailing about until he found Bucky's pulse point. Once Steve was convinced he had homed in on the throbbing vein he gave a wicked smirk of devious intention and planted his mouth there firmly. He sucked on Bucky's pasty neck like a vampire, his teeth clamping down and sinking in. Steve worked a flaming bright coloured love bite right above Bucky's collar bone, pulling as much colour as he could to the surface, using Bucky's body a canvas, his mouth the paintbrush.
Bucky made a breathy whine in the back of his croaky dry throat as Steve sucked away. The mixture between the hot moist pleasure of his lapping tongue and sharp sting of his teeth was blissful torture. The onslaught of Steve's mouth made his body heat and made him writhe against the mattress. Steve was still circling his hips down, putting pressure on their hardnesses, triggering helpless unstoppable noises to escape. Bucky was bleating and gasping, noises being extracted and flowing from him like a stream.
Steve removed his mouth and lapped at the indented impressions he had left. He had left his mark on Bucky. He moved down across Bucky's collar, leaving a trail of small bites and licks until he reached Bucky's trapezium. He did it again, sucking at Bucky's skin and leaving a magenta bruise, like a less permanent tattoo on his lover. He advertised his ownership.
He paused, his breath lapping at Bucky's skin and making every hair stand on end. He looked up at Bucky from beneath his fanned out feathery eyelashes and Bucky tilted his chin down to look at Steve. He smirked at Bucky, before edging down and closing his mouth over one of Bucky's unattended nipples, flicking his tongue over the nub until it hardened, swirling his tongue craftily.
Bucky moaned beautifully loud, unashamed and unrestrained and it was beautiful, harmonious. Steve sucked it further into his mouth, his teeth grazing over the soft sensitive plush skin and licked it unabashedly.
Bucky's head fell back against the pillow as he finished with one side of his chest and moved over to the other. Bucky arched up off the bed into Steve's mouth as he lowered it to the other. He circled his tongue around the nipple, sucking it into an alike peak. Bucky keened and coiled below him, pleasure evident in his scrunched enraptured features and his heavy laboured breathing that filled Steve's ears.
Unable to wait a second longer, his member throbbing between his legs and burning up with heat, he scrapped with Steve's waistband scraped his pants down his sculpted thighs, setting Steve free from his boxer shorts.
Steve removed his pants and then whipped Bucky's away and finally let all of his weight sag on Bucky driving their bare bodies together, rubbing up close and personal.
Both of them moaned into the air, Steve's eyes rolling back in his head with the pure unadulterated pleasure: aching for it, nothing more separating them. Steve levelled their lower halves and rubbed them together whilst reaching over and snatching a bottle of lube from the nightstand.
"Where the hell did you get that from?" Bucky gasped, impressed and stimulated, trying to focus in his dazed lust-crazed mind.
"Your bag," Steve confirmed, trying to balance himself on his elbows over Bucky so the sensation didn't end.
"So thrilling you're so eager..." Bucky admitted, another moan cutting off his words and his teeth burying themselves in his bottom lip. Shocks of pleasure skittered across his skin like water skaters on a pond surface.
"Says you..." Steve breathed, rasping. "I forgot the stuff. I can't tell you how thankful I am you brought it. Also, I did the favour of unpacking for you..." Steve breathed, popping the lid and squirting the viscous liquid onto his fingers.
"Thank you..." Bucky managed to wheeze, curving his spine taking them both. He momentarily delayed Steve, making him jerk and gasp at the pleasure. Bucky groaned with him, both of them letting the reverberate noises pour from the back of their throats in a waterfall of sound.
Steve's hand slipped between their bodies and searched Bucky's thighs blindly as he reconnected their mouths. An odd sensation possessed Steve's fingertips when his confused and lost fingers passed over ropey thin scar tissue.
Bucky tried to reposition himself to get Steve's hand in the right place, but instead, Steve insisted on investigating the odd scabbing beneath his hand.
"Bucky, wait!" Steve halted Bucky, trying to get the older to stop bucking into his hand. "What's this?" Steve's hand settled on his thigh, tracing the shape.
"It's nothing! We all have our battle scars, Steve. Now for fuck sake-" Bucky pulled the back of Steve's head down, knowing full well what was wrong. Blood wash rushing to his cheeks in embarrassment and anxiety.
Steve removed his lips from Bucky's "No. It's something..." Steve crawled back and sat on his legs, still butt naked. "It's absolutely something." He finally could see and read it. "It's my name," Steve spluttered incredulously.
Bucky was still splayed on his back, expectantly, hopefully. "Look... I-" His face flushed, rose creeping into his cheeks and slowly taking over the rest of his body. His eyes strayed elsewhere, thoughtfully seeking the words to explained. "I- I... I," He propped himself up on his elbows. "I don't- I can't-" Bucky hid his rosy face. "I don't want to talk about it."
"I'm sorry if you don't want to talk about it... But Bucky, this is horrific... Who did this to you?" Steve reached out to touch it, morbidly curious but Bucky slapped his uninvited hand away, scooting forwards, curling into a ball and covering himself up.
Steve's heart rate calmed and the libido drained out of him. He went to sit on the end of the bed and wiped his hand on the mattress before putting his head in his hands. "Steve..." Bucky padded forwards on all fours... "I'm sorry... I don't want to talk about it," Bucky whispered, placing a hand on Bucky's shoulder.
"Tough!" Steve snapped, turning around.
"It's just- I... Look," Bucky positioned himself next to Steve, explaining to his partner. "When I was in captivity... When HYDRA had me locked up, I knew what was coming. I knew what they were going to do to me. And I was helpless!" Bucky threw his hands up. "I didn't want to forget, Steve..." Bucky's eyes were crystalline with tears. "I didn't want to lose all of our progress. I didn't want to lose those days! I didn't want to lose myself, my mind, my memories and most importantly: you..." Bucky placed a hand on Steve's thigh. "So I left a message for myself. I knew if I saw it, perhaps some memories would be restored, like how they returned to me before. I refused to let them delete you from my mind. You're the centre of my world. And I knew if I did forget, I'd figure you were important. And if I found out who you were, I could track you down and you'd save me: help me recover again. And I didn't have a pen or paper, Steve. Even if I did, it could be wiped off me. If I put a near permanent mark on my body, I'd have time. Time before it healed - which it very nearly has done," he noted, sweeping his own hand over the self-inflicted injury. "The cuts were far deeper before. Now they're just thin scabby lines. I'm just thankful for the serum, because that would scar any normal person..." He explained, grimacing at the raging lines crafted onto his skin.
"Did it hurt?" Steve asked, genuine curiosity in his tone and his eyes containing sickened worry.
"A little," Bucky lied, one side of his mouth twitching into a smile.
"I love you..." Steve confessed, the words blunderingly spilling from his lips.
"I love you too," Bucky admitted, feeling the mood returning.
Then Steve sunk from the bed to his knees and positioned his head between Bucky's wide-spaced thighs. "Stevie, baby..." Bucky whispered endearingly, gazing into the innocent wide blue eyes, framed by those luscious eyelashes. "You're so damn beautiful..." He cupped Steve's cheek, thumb grazing over his cheekbone, his big hand framing one side of Steve's structured face.
That's when Steve did something that contradicted his angelic face, turning his lips to the inscription written in scarlet on Bucky's thigh. It shouldn't have been hot, because it was completely fucked up - but there was something grotesquely sexy about how Steve managed to put his tongue to filthy purposes. Steve's tongue traced the letters, the tip languidly at a painful pace moving slowly up Bucky's thigh and licking his name. Steve could've sworn he could taste traces of the bloodied iron tang on his tongue as he did so. Bucky nibbled his bottom lip and moaned whorishly, feeling Steve's mouth get closer and closer, until he reached the final flick of the lowercase 'e' and then moved to Bucky's member. He licked a flat-tongued stripe along the underside to the tip before letting his tongue flicker over the slit at the tip of Bucky's cock.
"Steve..!" Bucky whined, eyes rolling shut and hands curling like talons in Steve's frustratingly short hair and scrunching and tugging as Steve lowered his mouth down - deep throating him. "I love you so fucking much, baby... every part of you."
A/N - Well, that probably wasn't hot at all. A hot mess maybe. Or at least definitely a mess. Yeah, I'm terrible at writing smut. I managed to pull together some dregs and scraps that had been gathering dust on my hard drive since forever... So yeah. This is probably a mess of exerpts and really disjointed. I just wanted to give it a go. Apologies.
I hope you enjoyed that nonetheless. I guess the votes and comments will say it all.
And always remember kids, consent is MANDATORY!
Dedication goes to Sigyn_! x