yourbestguysgun | -- oh dear diary, we fell apart.

You're something.

[Another noise, pitched low and humming in his chest, winds it's way out of Steve's mouth when Bucky does that, and Steve moves his hands to the waistband of Bucky's trousers, tugging them down]

[ He's all for helping him, levering himself up on his arms to kick them of. ]

Yeah, an' you like it.

Yeah, I like that.

[He smiles up, very slightly bashful, and his fingers find their way inside Bucky's briefs, brushing against Bucky's cock]

This okay?

[ Muffling his groan against Steve's shoulder, Bucky just tips against him. This is really happening, they're taking the next step. It's terrifying and thrilling. ]

[Steve laughs, low and soft, and tugs Bucky's brief's out of the way and down, and his hand goes back to Bucky's erection, wrapping around it. He's shy about it, to a degree, not looking at Bucky's face but instead looking down between them.

He moves his wrist at a maddeningly slow pace, no less]

[ Making an encouraging noise in the back of his throat, Bucky runs a hand over Steve's cheek, keeps very still for a moment, because this is new for Steve and he can't rush it.

And it feels really good, his breathing caught for a moment, transfixed by how gorgeous Steve is, how Bucky's the luckiest guy around. ] Steve. [ Breathless. ]

[He finally looks up, his eyes locking with Bucky's for an instant]

Bucky.

[He moves his free hand to where Bucky is palming him, still through cloth]

You want to take it all off me?

[ He feels too hot all over, shoulder blades prickling. ]

Yeah, yup. [ And he does, pushing his hands inside Steve's briefs at the hips, pushing them down so that his cock springs free. It's only after he's done that when Bucky lets himself pause and look at the whole of his very naked best friend. His mouth is suddenly dry. ] Boy am I glad you didn't get real naked when you were cursed, I'd have to fight everyone away from you.

[ And then he raises his eyes again, grinning mischievously at him as he runs a hand up his thigh, knuckles brushing his dick. ]

You wouldn't have to.

[Steve leans up to press his mouth against Bucky's neck, his jawbone, his lips, even as he keeps moving his hand, a little faster now]

I'm not looking for anyone else, I wouldn't let them near me.

[ He doesn't reply, but he can't deny the way that makes him feel, stomach clenching. Steve has a habit of surprising him. He wets his lips, wraps his fingers carefully around Steve's cock, running the palm of his hand up and back down.

Biting his lip in concentration, Bucky moves slowly, because this is new for one of them, and he has to make it good. ]

[Steve moans at that, because it's completely different from his own hand, it's completely different from anything he's had before. Maybe he's been an idiot for waiting his long.

He jerks his wrist a little when Bucky's hand begins to move, because the feeling surprises him. It's definitely a good one]

You okay? [ Keeping up with his movements, he leans in to brush his lips against Steve's jaw. ] You like this, right? It's good?

[Steve's eyes close, his ridiculous eyelashes on his cheeks for a moment and he nods]

This is...this is very good.

[Not the most verbose, but he's tilting his hips up for more, more contact, more anything]

[ Bucky pauses, and then grins. ] Okay, let me, let me show you something.

[ Twisting so he can go back to straddling Steve properly, he angles his hips and takes them both into his hand. The friction is divine and every single time either of them moves it sparks low in his spine. ]

[Steve gasps at that, arching his hips against Bucky's hips and hands, his own going to press against Bucky's thighs]

Keep going.

[He's looking right at Bucky's face, like he can't stop staring at him]

[ Bucky's pretty sure he couldn't stop even if he wanted to, strokes them together at the same time as he lets his hips rock forward, dragging them against each other. Breathing through his mouth, gasping. ]

Fuck.

[Steve decides to lend a hand; he moves one of his hands from Bucky's thighs to where their erections meet, and he moves his hips faster, his hand wrapping around Bucky's, making it hotter]

Language.

[ The look on Bucky's face is part exasperation, part out and out lust. ] Are you fuckin' kidding me? [ The laugh in his voice is still there. ] I have my hand on your dick and you're tellin' me off for a little cursing.

[Steve is leaning up for a kiss, his mouth moving against Bucky's]

I g-gotta be con-consistent.

[He almost never stutters, this is a good sign.]

[ He just swears against Steve's mouth in retaliation, kisses him hard and needy as he rocks his hips against his. ]

[Steve's breath hitches and he tightens his hand again]

Tell me how to make it better.

It's already pretty swell.

[ Pressing his forehead to Steve's, a smile quirking across his features even though he's not breathing right. ] What d'you want?

I want you to feel good.

[He presses back, kissing that smile]

Hell.

[ He squeezes his fingers at the tip of both of them, eases back down, and he knows he really could get off on just this, but this is Steve's first time. He has to make an effort. ]

I feel pretty swell, jus' sayin'. [ And then as though a lightbulb is going off over his head. ] Want me to blow you?

[Steve gasps and grips Bucky. He knows what that means, because he's heard people talk about it, but he's never thought-]

I-do you want to?

[His eyes are wide, like saucers]

yesss

/cheers them on happily.

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STEVE, /CACKLING

SOB

MY BROTHER IS LIKE, WHY ARE YOU LAUGHING.

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