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

What's that?

[Here, have another one]

It keeps me up. [ And then as though figuring out his own double entendre, Bucky arches an eyebrow, smirks a little. ] Well.

[There's a laugh - it's brief, one small ha.]

Yes.

[ Patting Steve's side. ] Shh, I know what I'm talking about.

No, Bucky.

[He reaches up Bucky's shirt again, this time to tug it off]

Yes.

[Said with a hint of, come on, stupid underneath]

Oh. [ Oh. Getting with the programme from thereon in is a good thing, right, because Bucky just drags him in for a kiss again. ]

[Steve smiles, his hands going to Bucky's face to cup them while he presses a kiss back]

Bucky.

[Maybe he should call him James, but the through doesn't cross his mind]

[ Instead of responding he just keeps the kiss nice and deep, hands sliding down his sides to slip underneath his nightshirt. Steve's got so much of him now, but Bucky likes to keep his hands low on his stomach for a moment, a pleased through bubbling through him. ]

[He nips at Bucky's bottom lip, turning them suddenly so he's on top, his legs too tangled to properly straddle Bucky's hips. He makes a small pleased noise, whisper low.]

[ Bucky's exhale is part groan, pushes at Steve's shirt until he's forced to lift it over his head. Then he's letting his hands slide everywhere, happy to touch and keep doing it, plundering Steve's mouth as he does so. ]

[He helps, dragging the shirt away and tossing it on the floor.

He'll put it away properly later. He takes the moment where they have to break apart to look at Bucky - even in the low light he can make out his best friend's features, and he wonders how did he get here, why does that matter?

And he presses another kiss to Bucky's mouth.]

[ His fingers grip on Steve's hips, something yearning in his kiss, the way he breaks it to press his lips to the joint of Steve's jaw, the part of his throat where his pulse is. ]

Steve.

[He gasps and moves his legs so he's straddling him properly now, their hips slotted together, and his fingers finger their way to Bucky's wrists, tightening there. There will be bruises tomorrow, there are usually bruises, but Steve doesn't know about them.]

[ Steve's strength is still proving to be some kind of turn on he didn't know he possessed for Bucky, making a noise in the back of his throat and pushing up with his hips. ] C'mon Rogers.

[He pushes back against Bucky, whimpering deep in his throat, and moves down Bucky's body, kissing the revealed skin of Bucky's chest and abs, his fingers settling over the waistband of Bucky's sleeping pants]

C'mon?

[Is this all right?]

[ He's already feeling a little lightheaded, but that might have a lot to do with the fact that all his blood has seeped from his brain. Instead he just lifts his hips to help. ]

Yeah. [ It's never not going to be all right. ]

[He tugs them down, one broad hand going to carefully tug at Bucky's dick. He hesitates a little, pressing his mouth against Bucky's hip for a moment, before he looks up]

I don't really know how to do this.

[His eyes are round and dark, and the tone doesn't say I don't want to but more talk me through it]

Oh. [ He pauses, his knuckles dragging along Steve's cheek. Bucky's glad it's dark, because for once he's the one who's face is burning up. ] It's simple, buddy. Just uh -- your mouth, you just put your around me, okay?

[ He kind of wants to laugh like they're just boys again and he's found something they shouldn't be looking at. ] Hell, it's just -- you do what feels right for you, okay? That's how it goes.

[Steve's flushed and he's going to take this slowly, because he's not quite sure what he's doing but what Bucky did last time felt so good so he looks down and puts his mouth around the head of Bucky's erection. Even though it's his first time doing this, he keeps his teeth out of the way - Steve is always cautious not to cause injury, even accidentally.

The taste is different, bitter and salty, but the smell of Bucky's skin is in Steve's head and it doesn't stop him.]

Hey, yeah, that's good, that's -- [ He can feel himself about to start babbling, the warmth of Steve's mouth, the fact that he knows this is Steve's first time doing this. He needs to be as encouraging as possible, while keeping his wits about him. ]

You can use your -- uh -- your hand, it helps when you're not sure what you're doin'.

[Steve doesn't move off - he just does as he's told, moving his hand to the base of Bucky's cock, holding it still as he moves his mouth again, carefully.

He puts the flat of his tongue against the head of Bucky's cock and licks, once, twice, again, and then moves his mouth down. It's totally foreign to him; but he's trying his best not to choke, focusing on the task.]

Easy. You're doing great.

[ Steve can probably hear it in his friend's voice, the slightly lower pitch of voice, the way he sounds almost breathless all of a sudden. His fingertips brush gently against Steve's neck, twitching when he makes a low sound of pleasure. ]

Steve. [ He's surprised by this, they've come so far together and yet this still takes him off guard. ]

[He can't help but smile at the tone of Bucky's voice, because he's always liked knowing all of Bucky's tones, being the person who knew him inside-out - this is just another part of the other man, a part he hasn't learned all the way yet but is figuring it out bit by bit. He keeps working his mouth, though, his eyelashes on his cheeks as he closes his eyes to get used to the sensation of it, the taste and the smell, which isn't altogether unpleasant but new and different.

He moves his hand back and forth, just the wrist, gently.]

[ His breathing has become shallow, quiet pants in the dark of the bedroom, and Bucky keeps touching Steve's face, wants to keep their soft connection going during this. He's more experienced than Steve is, but this is something people just don't do, shy away from, and he's lost in the moment, the heat of it, the intimacy, can feel his stomach shudder and clench with tension. ]

Hey. Hey, you're gonna have to uh - let up, or m'gonna --.

[Steve looks up, his eyes wide, as he moves off Bucky's cock.]

That's the point, isn't it?

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