Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes - "You Heard Me. Take. It. Off."
“You heard me. Take. It. Off.”
Steve’s eyes glazed over with lust and he tugged off his shirt.
Bucky examined his chest with clear eyes, before they fell on Steve’s belt. “All of it,” Bucky continued.
Steve glanced anxiously at him. They’d only been having sex for four months, it’d only been eight since Bucky had returned to him. Part of him worried they were moving to fast, but -
“Off,” Bucky said sternly.
Steve did as he was bid, unbuckling the belt and sliding it through the loops and dropping it to the floor. He moved quickly to shedding his pants.
“Wait.”
Steve paused, hands on his boxers.
Bucky gave him a soft smile, stepping towards him and kissing his forehead, his flesh hand running down Steve’s chest, as the metal one pressed into the small of Steve’s back. Steve shivered, torn between pressing back into the metal or towards Bucky’s warmth. But Bucky had told him to wait, and Steve would never disobey an order from Bucky.
Bucky gave an approving noise, his metal hand moving to Steve’s hip and his other hand grasped at Steve’s hair, pulling him forward for a passionate kiss.
“Good soldier,” he commented.
Steve moaned. He wanted to tell Bucky how much he’d missed this, missed Bucky, missed the ordering around, being Bucky’s soldier, missed everything.
Bucky stepped back, glancing over Steve’s face, flushed with arousal, desperate and panting.
“Bed,” he commanded with a smile.