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

[ 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?

Hey. [ Mouth twitching. He almost wants to laugh. ] Don't throw my words back on me, smartass.

[ But the distinct level of pleasure in his voice completely ruins the fake annoyance. ] I was just sayin', you don't have to, uh--.

[Yeah, yeah. Shut up, Bucky, is what he wants to say, but he doesn't, he just fastens his mouth around Bucky's dick again and jerks his hand once. If he's surprised, he's surprised.]

Shit.

[ It's still surprising when his body kicks in to gear, everything too hot and tight for a moment, and he muffles the cry against the back of one hand, the other seizing in the sheets and tightening as he spills over the edge. ]

Fuck.

[It's surprising - the feeling, anyway, because Steve was prepared for it, and the taste - salty and bitter and foreign - isn't altogether pleasant, so he reaches for a tissue and wipes his mouth off.]

Language.

[He's grinning, though, the idea that he did this a little heady]

[ It's a good thing he's drifting on cloud nine right now Steve. ] C'mere dummy.

[He makes his way up the bed and presses his face against the side of Bucky's]

[ One hand starts stroking through his hair, the other slides up his hip and over, wraps around his erection with a sure grip. ]

[Because of the location of his face, Steve's gasps are probably ridiculously loud. Each time Bucky's hand makes a pass, it gets deeper, his own hands moving around the other man's head to tilt his face and press a kiss against his mouth - closemouthed because, well, Steve respects that Bucky might not be interested in the flavor of the inside of his his mouth just now]

[ He doesn't care about that, thumbs over the head of Steve's dick, smearing precome in his wake to slide his hand back down again, tilts to press his mouth against Steve's and tease him open again. ]

[Steve finally opens his mouth and kisses Bucky back like he's drowning and Bucky is water, because in another moment he comes, shuddering against his best friend]

You know...

[He takes a gulp of breath]

Dunno why I was avoiding that so long.

[ He grins, lifts his hand to lick his fingers clean. It's probably a bit more dirty than he's ever really been, but he's comfortable with Steve, and he knows he's ridiculous. ] Uh huh.

[Steve's blush is ridiculous]

Geez.

[ Laughing, wrapping his arms around Steve's waist and leaning in to nuzzle along his throat. ]

Sorry.

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