Imagine living next door to Bucky in the Avengers compound. After a night of drinking and playing games and fooling around you finally went to sleep. He stopped before your door and gave you a tight hug, making you laugh.
‘So, no kiss?’ You asked him with a grin referring to one of the games where he had to give a peck on the lips to you three times after refusing to kiss you for real.
Bucky stared at you for a minute before taking an uncertain step towards you reaching out to slid his palm to your cheek. He didn’t say anything just closes the distance between the two of you. Your body stiffened for the sudden warm touch on your lips. You immediately started fighting for the dominance, until Bucky bit your bottom lip, sliding his hand on your hips. You felt his lips relax against yours making you melt into his touch. You tasted his full lips, teeth gazing through his bottom lip followed by a tongue, which slid into his mouth. The kiss deepened your fingers slide into his hair, feeling the soft, brown lock between your digits. You sighed into the kiss when he pulls you closer, being pressed against his chest. His kiss was more than long, but you didn’t want to stop, kissing him again and again, feeling those soft lips against yours. Arousal was building in your stomach, slowly getting into your veins making your skin tingle under his touch and your body craved more.
‘We should go to sleep now.’ He breathed after minutes of kissing, carefully keeping you away from his lap.
‘Yeah! Sure!’ You nodded fast and looked into the darkened blue eyes.
‘You know, if you want to do it again anytime, you know where I live!’ He laughed before you open your door and kissed him on the cheeks as a goodbye.
‘How about tomorrow?’ You asked trying to collect yourself, but your desire was burning in you.
‘Sure, definitely.’ He nodded, and waved goodbye. You entered to your room and closed your door, and immediately fell into your bed.
‘Fuck!’ You mumbled into your pillow before you could hear the door opening, and felt the bed dipping next to you. You did’t have to turn to know who’s arms were tied around your hips. You never heard Bucky’s door got open or close.
It was almost
a year ago since Bucky come back to Steve’s life and half year ago since he was
out of the hibernation. They were always tip toeing around each other, sharing
small touches, but nothing serious. Steve occasionally put his arm around Bucky’s
shoulder, trying to reassure him, but it was mostly like this. They rarely
shared a hug, when Bucky’s need for some warm, gentle touch from Steve become
unbearable, but nothing more.
However, by
now they were sharing a room. A room but not a bed. T’challa offered it immediately,
when they arrived to Wakanda, but Bucky refused, saying that he didn’t trust
himself, and didn’t want to hurt Steve. This changed approximately two months ago,
when they just started to fall asleep in each other’s room, on the couch, after
talking for hours. Then Bucky offered, that maybe Steve could start to use the
other bed in his room. Now touches were a bit more often between the two of
them. A little stroke on the shoulder, the upper arm, or lightly tourching
their hands occasionally and intentionally. It was only two months ago, and now
sometimes they were sleeping together. It was just so much easier falling
asleep in each other’s arms, skin against skin, pressed together, just like
before the war, when it was just the two of them what mattered.
Right now,
they were sitting on the terrace, under the stars shoulder against shoulder,
taking in the infinite night sky. Someone was playing on the piano in one of
the salons not far from their room, and it was magical. Just the piano itself,
playing beautiful melodies over and over again. They were lightheaded by the
beauty of the sky, the music, the closeness of the other one and the love they
shared since they remembered.
Bucky
leaned his head onto Steve’s shoulder humming contently when the blond man was
peppering his soft locks with gentle kisses. It felt so nice, so warm, so safe.
Just the two of them, alone, hiding from the world.
Bucky lift
his head a little to feel Steve’s kisses on his forehead and down on his
cheeks. He turned his head a little to face with him, binging his flesh hand to
Steve’s neck, touching it with his fingertips. Steve’s breath was hot against
his lips as he crossed them to pepper with kisses the other side of his face
too. Bucky’s breathing got heavier and uneven. The music got more and more
passionate taking his thoughts to with itself.
‘Steve.’ He
breathed quietly, his steel blue eyes opening, and fixating on the other man’s
pink lips. It was only a second while his gaze travelled up on Steve’s face to
look him in the eye. They were filled with lust, pupils dilated, slowly
traveling on Bucky’s face just to return back to his lips in every second. ‘Kiss
me!’ He asked, and he sounded so desperate, helpless and weak at that moment.
He didn’t dare to do it, but he wanted it. He wanted it more than anything else
ever in his life. Just to feel those full lips on his finally, just to become
Steve’s again.
The blond
man didn’t say a thing, just leaned closer, making Bucky sight and stare on his
lips. He loved his friend so much it hurt, but he promised to be patient to him,
to wait until he was ready, and now he was. Bucky leaned in too, waiting for
Steve to close the distance between them which he did.
Steve
softly pressed his lips against Bucky’s, capturing his bottom lips and the
upper one too. Both of them sighed and whimpered into the kiss. First it was short,
only a couple of seconds, only soft, featherlight touches, but Bucky didn’t
protest. When Steve let him go, he leaned in, pulling him back onto his lips,
parting them slightly, to give Steve the place for kissing him properly. It was
firstly slow, they were gently tasting each other, exploring again the oh, so
familiar lips. The piano got faster, carrying them away.
Bucky
opened his mouth, pulling Steve closer by the back of his head, pressing his
lips onto the full, red ones hungrily. It felt like everything stopped
existing. It was just them, the music and the tingly, warm feeling on their
lips, as they were playing with each other.
‘Bucky, oh
Bucky…’ Steve cried when they let each other go for a second, still pressing
their foreheads together.
‘I’m here
Steve, and I’m not going anywhere, I promise!’ Bucky whispered onto the warm
lips against his own, as Steve kissed him again passionately. Nothing mattered
now. They were caressing each other’s lips, desperately trying to catch up with
all the lost time of the last 70 years. Steve’s tongue slid into Bucky’s mouth
making him softly moan, as it was stroking his. Oh, dear god! How long was it
since they were so close to each other? How long since they could just let it
go and let their emotions drove their actions. Just like now. Steve’s fingers
carded through Bucky’s long locks, which was a new sensation, but he didn’t
mind it. The kiss was electric, sending waves of pleasure and desire through
their veins. Their kiss was graphic, sometimes only teeth and tongue, soft
moans and groans as they bit on the plump bottom lips or sucked it in their
mouth.
‘Bucky,
Bucky, my Bucky!’ His name was like a mantra for Steve at this night, as
nothing else was in his head except this one word.
‘I’m here,
Steve, and I love you, so much!’ His voice was shaky and weak, and Steve just
noticed it’s reason in the next second. Bucky’s face was wet from his hot tears
running down on his cheeks, and landing on Steve’s hand which held the stubbled
cheekbones. He pressed his lips furiously to Bucky’s, kissing him with all his
love, trying to calm him, but it never got better. The happy, relieved tears
were just escaping Bucky’s eyes. Finally, he was here, here with Steve, safe
and alive.
‘I love
you, too Buck!’ He whispered when he let his boyfriend go for a second. ‘I love
you so much!’ He laughed, because it was just unbelievable. This whole
situation, with the night sky, the music and with Bucky, his Bucky.
The man he
loved for years, and lost, and grieved, he was back. He was here with him. He
could feel his hands in his hair and on his neck, and he could tighten his grip
around his biceps and in his long hair. He was here, kissing him, promising to
stay and saying he loved him. Maybe this Bucky was not the same and never will
be the one he lost once, but he loved this one too, endlessly, and was willing
to do everything for him.
‘You know,
maybe we could ask T’challa about that shared bed again.’ The dark-haired man
suggested, with a shy smile on his face. ‘I’m not saying that we will fall
asleep tangled around each other every night, but some nights yes, we definitely
will. Like today.’ He laughed before kissing Steve again, who was just beyond happiness.
Bucky was here, utterly alive and utterly his.
It was almost
a year ago since Bucky come back to Steve’s life and half year ago since he was
out of the hibernation. They were always tip toeing around each other, sharing
small touches, but nothing serious. Steve occasionally put his arm around Bucky’s
shoulder, trying to reassure him, but it was mostly like this. They rarely
shared a hug, when Bucky’s need for some warm, gentle touch from Steve become
unbearable, but nothing more.
However, by
now they were sharing a room. A room but not a bed. T’challa offered it immediately,
when they arrived to Wakanda, but Bucky refused, saying that he didn’t trust
himself, and didn’t want to hurt Steve. This changed approximately two months ago,
when they just started to fall asleep in each other’s room, on the couch, after
talking for hours. Then Bucky offered, that maybe Steve could start to use the
other bed in his room. Now touches were a bit more often between the two of
them. A little stroke on the shoulder, the upper arm, or lightly tourching
their hands occasionally and intentionally. It was only two months ago, and now
sometimes they were sleeping together. It was just so much easier falling
asleep in each other’s arms, skin against skin, pressed together, just like
before the war, when it was just the two of them what mattered.
Right now,
they were sitting on the terrace, under the stars shoulder against shoulder,
taking in the infinite night sky. Someone was playing on the piano in one of
the salons not far from their room, and it was magical. Just the piano itself,
playing beautiful melodies over and over again. They were lightheaded by the
beauty of the sky, the music, the closeness of the other one and the love they
shared since they remembered.
Bucky
leaned his head onto Steve’s shoulder humming contently when the blond man was
peppering his soft locks with gentle kisses. It felt so nice, so warm, so safe.
Just the two of them, alone, hiding from the world.
Bucky lift
his head a little to feel Steve’s kisses on his forehead and down on his
cheeks. He turned his head a little to face with him, binging his flesh hand to
Steve’s neck, touching it with his fingertips. Steve’s breath was hot against
his lips as he crossed them to pepper with kisses the other side of his face
too. Bucky’s breathing got heavier and uneven. The music got more and more
passionate taking his thoughts to with itself.
‘Steve.’ He
breathed quietly, his steel blue eyes opening, and fixating on the other man’s
pink lips. It was only a second while his gaze travelled up on Steve’s face to
look him in the eye. They were filled with lust, pupils dilated, slowly
traveling on Bucky’s face just to return back to his lips in every second. ‘Kiss
me!’ He asked, and he sounded so desperate, helpless and weak at that moment.
He didn’t dare to do it, but he wanted it. He wanted it more than anything else
ever in his life. Just to feel those full lips on his finally, just to become
Steve’s again.
The blond
man didn’t say a thing, just leaned closer, making Bucky sight and stare on his
lips. He loved his friend so much it hurt, but he promised to be patient to him,
to wait until he was ready, and now he was. Bucky leaned in too, waiting for
Steve to close the distance between them which he did.
Steve
softly pressed his lips against Bucky’s, capturing his bottom lips and the
upper one too. Both of them sighed and whimpered into the kiss. First it was short,
only a couple of seconds, only soft, featherlight touches, but Bucky didn’t
protest. When Steve let him go, he leaned in, pulling him back onto his lips,
parting them slightly, to give Steve the place for kissing him properly. It was
firstly slow, they were gently tasting each other, exploring again the oh, so
familiar lips. The piano got faster, carrying them away.
Bucky
opened his mouth, pulling Steve closer by the back of his head, pressing his
lips onto the full, red ones hungrily. It felt like everything stopped
existing. It was just them, the music and the tingly, warm feeling on their
lips, as they were playing with each other.
‘Bucky, oh
Bucky…’ Steve cried when they let each other go for a second, still pressing
their foreheads together.
‘I’m here
Steve, and I’m not going anywhere, I promise!’ Bucky whispered onto the warm
lips against his own, as Steve kissed him again passionately. Nothing mattered
now. They were caressing each other’s lips, desperately trying to catch up with
all the lost time of the last 70 years. Steve’s tongue slid into Bucky’s mouth
making him softly moan, as it was stroking his. Oh, dear god! How long was it
since they were so close to each other? How long since they could just let it
go and let their emotions drove their actions. Just like now. Steve’s fingers
carded through Bucky’s long locks, which was a new sensation, but he didn’t
mind it. The kiss was electric, sending waves of pleasure and desire through
their veins. Their kiss was graphic, sometimes only teeth and tongue, soft
moans and groans as they bit on the plump bottom lips or sucked it in their
mouth.
‘Bucky,
Bucky, my Bucky!’ His name was like a mantra for Steve at this night, as
nothing else was in his head except this one word.
‘I’m here,
Steve, and I love you, so much!’ His voice was shaky and weak, and Steve just
noticed it’s reason in the next second. Bucky’s face was wet from his hot tears
running down on his cheeks, and landing on Steve’s hand which held the stubbled
cheekbones. He pressed his lips furiously to Bucky’s, kissing him with all his
love, trying to calm him, but it never got better. The happy, relieved tears
were just escaping Bucky’s eyes. Finally, he was here, here with Steve, safe
and alive.
‘I love
you, too Buck!’ He whispered when he let his boyfriend go for a second. ‘I love
you so much!’ He laughed, because it was just unbelievable. This whole
situation, with the night sky, the music and with Bucky, his Bucky.
The man he
loved for years, and lost, and grieved, he was back. He was here with him. He
could feel his hands in his hair and on his neck, and he could tighten his grip
around his biceps and in his long hair. He was here, kissing him, promising to
stay and saying he loved him. Maybe this Bucky was not the same and never will
be the one he lost once, but he loved this one too, endlessly, and was willing
to do everything for him.
‘You know,
maybe we could ask T’challa about that shared bed again.’ The dark-haired man
suggested, with a shy smile on his face. ‘I’m not saying that we will fall
asleep tangled around each other every night, but some nights yes, we definitely
will. Like today.’ He laughed before kissing Steve again, who was just beyond happiness.
Bucky was here, utterly alive and utterly his.
I was standing at opposite of him staring at him curiously while he was sitting on his couch with quite few clothes on. I wanted to ask a lot of things but I suddenly I forgot all of them when I stepped into his trailer. The only thing I could ask while I was staring longingly at his bare chest, his dark brown hair, his perfect lips, if he was remembering that today is my birthday. He stood up and stepped closer. He kissed me and I couldn’t help myself I sighed into his lips. His kiss was soft, gentle, intoxicant. I run my fingers through his hair, kissing him slowly, standing on my toes to reach him easier. He wrapped his arms around me pulling closer as the kiss got deeper, more passionate. It was so good, sometimes only biting and licking. His lips were warm, soft and kissing me so right. I felt his fingers tracing all over my body and it made me trembling. I wanted him, needed him so badly. I got carried away and bit his lips gently. He moaned into my mouth and opened my lips with his tongue. I wished I would have stayed in my trailer and I would have never came to ask him about my birthday present, which he clearly and completely forgot about.
‘You can unwrap your present now!’ He purred as he pulled my hands to the buckle of his belt.
Imagine Sebastian licking and biting on your nipple, sometimes sucking it into his warm mouth, flicking it with his tongue, while he gently massages the other one with his hand.
Imagine meeting with Sebastian at a party not long after your last affair. He remembers you and admits you are even more gorgeous now, than the last time. He pulls you onto his lap immediately and can’t take his hands and lips off you anymore. You spend the whole night with teasing each other, fully knowing that later you will end up being a trembling mess in his bed again.
Imagine meeting with Sebastian at a party not long after your last affair. He remembers you and admits you are even more gorgeous now, than the last time. He pulls you onto his lap immediately and can’t take his hands and lips off you anymore. You spend the whole night with teasing each other, fully knowing that later you will end up being a trembling mess in his bed again.
‘You are so bad! You are twisting my words! I didn’t say that!’ The young guy laughed, because he actually really liked were this conversation was going.
‘Oh, well, you have no idea how bad I am!’ Whispered the girl who was sitting on his thighs in the snow.
It was dark, and the slopes were abandoned, they come here to be alone.
‘What if I do want to know?’ Asked the guy raising an eyebrow. ‘Because I really want you to be bad. I want you to be bad for me, in my room, in my bed…
‘Naked?’ She asked with a kinky smile, leaning closer. Both of them’s voice was filled with desire, they could have feel the tension in the air.
‘Definitely naked.’ The guy leaned in to reach the cold lips which run warm immediately by the quick kiss. Long fingers run into his hair when she pulled closer. He slid his hands down on her side to grip her waist. The kiss was long, intoxicant and by the end it become more teeth and tongue than the meet of their lips.
Douglas was lazily laying in his bed in the hotel room he shared with Nick, but he was at the shower now. They were on a holiday almost a week by now. They had a fun time, but it also meant that the time he was with someone or at least took care of himself was long, too long ago. He didn’t even noticed, when his hand slid on his underpants, and started to play with his half hardened cock. Nick use to have long showers… He can finish it before he would come out.
He get rid of this boxers and slowly started to rub himself. Finally. The hazel eyes were closed and the pillowy lips opened a bit as the pleasure was increasing in his body. It felt nice, so nice. He lubricated the tip of his cock with his precum, and started to stoke harder. He was fully hard now, and had to bit his bottom lip to stay in quiet. He couldn’t help himself and let out a quiet moan. His hands slid through and stucked in his hair as he got closer and closer. He could notice the smell of Nick’s shower gel in the air, which made him more aroused. All he could think about was the other one in the shower, his scent and imagining his hands on his cock.
‘Nick’ He whispered with his eyes still closed.
‘Douglas?’ Nick was standing in front of him, staring at him. Doug freezed. He tried to cover himself as fast as he could, deeply blushing. ‘No, no! Don’t cover yourself, please!’ Said Nick in a hurry to make his friend to stop. He buckled down on the bed, gently pulling out the blanket of Doug’s hands. He swallowed and looked up to him. ‘Carry on! I want to see you!’
‘What?’ Doug asked in a much higher voice than he planned. ‘No, that’s not right!’ He tried to protest and pull back the blanket, but his head fall back to the pillows when Nick fingers got wrapped around him and kept stroking his cock.
‘Alright! I’ll finis you than!’ Nick moaned, staring at his friend’s gorgeous body hungrily. He was just gorgeous. Even now, when he tired to protest against what he actually wanted. ‘You have moaned my name, so I guess, you have been fantasizing about me, haven’t you? I want to know what you were thinking about, and I want to turn it all into reality!’
Doug shuddered and moaned. It was too much. Nick voice, his breath on his ear and those fingers around him. He was at the edge, scratching the sheets. Nick could felt him trembling, and getting his cock even more hard. He leaned to Douglas for a passionate, longing, intoxicating kiss. He could feel Doug’s hands in his hair and at the same time he could hear him moaning and felt his warm cum spreading all over on his hand and Doug′s stomach.
He only stopped when his lover’s body was relaxed again and was panting right onto his lips. He lifted his head and pulled his hand covered with cum closer to his mouth.
‘No, stop!’ Doug caught his wrist before he could reach his mouth. ‘It’s not… don’t do this!’ His eyes were still cloudy from pleasure, it was so adorable.
‘Don’t worry!’ Nick calmed him. ‘I want this!’ He laid down to Doug’s stomach and run his tongue through his skin covered with cum. The younger one was trembling again, still holding Nick’s wrist with one hand and now sliding the other one into his hair. He undoubtedly enjoyed the warm feeling on is body, and tried to forget about what Nick is doing for real.
He moaned loudly and gripped Nick’s hair when he suddenly locked his lips around his cock and gently started to suck it. When there was nothing left he released Doug and crawled up to him, pulling up his shirt on his chest as his hands slid up on the smooth skin.
‘So, what were you fantasizing about, hah?’ He spoke directly into the younger one’s mouth, while pressed his arousal to the white thighs.
‘Fuck’ That was all what Douglas could say before he would have lost his mind by desire.
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