Harry was deep into a discussion with Strange about time turners and their effects on aging when he felt like he was being watched. It wasn’t the first time he felt eyes on him at his one year sober party that his dad (he had a dad now) threw him. He turned his head just enough to catch the eyes of the man who was staring at him like a hungry lion and Harry was the gazelle.
Bucky stood back against the wall, arms crossed, eyes dark and never leaving Harry’s form. Harry could feel the blush forming in his cheeks and his breath quickened. He quirked an eyebrow at Bucky and how far away he had stayed all night. Normally Bucky and Harry stayed within each other’s orbit. Never far out of reach. But tonight Bucky seemed content to just watch as Harry mingled.
Bucky pushed off the wall and began to stalk towards Harry. Long purposeful strides eating the distance quickly without being hurried or rushed. As he finally reached him, Harry became aware that Strange had slipped away. He’d have to apologize later but he knew the man would understand. He’d seen the way Strange eyed Tony.
At least there was one Steven around who appreciated the man his father was. Honestly, Fuck Steve Rogers.
Harry shook the unwanted reminder of Steve Rogers away and smiled at the man who had been his biggest cheerleader and support- after Tony of course. Harry could never get enough of Buckys presence. He was so stable. So sure. So strong. He never judged Harry or made him feel worthless. He was steady. And he made Harry feel steady.
“Hey, Bucks. Enjoying the party?” Harry reached out and ran a hand down Buckys arm, relishing in his warmth. He shivered when Bucky wrapped his arm around his waist and pulled him in ever so slightly.
“I am. You look like you’ve been havin’ a good time, doll. Wanna take a walk with me?” Bucky tilted his head towards the door leading out to the hallway.
“Of course. Everything ok?” Harry asked as he set his soda down. Tony insisted the party be a dry party. Harry may or may not have cried in his bedroom that night after hearing how much his dad cared.
“Yeah punk. Don’t worry. Come with me.” Bucky wrapped his much larger hand around Harry’s and pulled him towards the door. Once they were in the hallway Bucky linked their fingers together and started walking towards the west wing.
They were silent. Just enjoying each other’s presence for a minute in the quiet corridor. Bucky rubbing his thumb over Harry’s hand, Harry leaning gently into Buckys touch. Once they arrived at the family wing Bucky turned to Harry.
“You look gorgeous, Doll. Green’s definitely your color.” Bucky eyed Harry’s appearance with open appreciation. Harry could feel his cheeks heat at the look in Buckys eyes.
“Thanks. You don’t look so bad yourself.”
That was an understatement. Bucky wore a simple black t-shirt with black slacks. But the fit. Oh Merlin, the fit of that shirt would be starring in Harry’s dreams forever. Harry had practically started to drool at the sight of Buckys arms in that shirt. Not to mention his ass in those slacks.
America could have Cap’s ass, all Harry wanted was Bucky’s.
Harry knew his face gave away his desire but he didn’t care. Bucky was everything he had wanted for so long. He never hid how he felt towards Bucky. Not anymore. Not really ever if he was being honest. Bucky knew how to read him better than anyone, even Ron and Hermione at their closest.
Bucky ducked his head enough to meet Harry’s eyes. “What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?”
Harry thought he was going to explode every time Bucky called him pretty. Or sweet. Or doll. Or anything really. He smiled softly as he replied honestly, “Just thinking about you.”
Bucky’s admittedly thin amount of control that he had held all night was so close to snapping at that.
He turned fully toward Harry, tilted his head to the side, and said lowly, “Do you remember what I told you?”
Harry’s breath hitched. The feeling of being prey returned at Bucky’s intense stare.
“I’m not sure. Why don’t you give me a hint?” He tried to sound nonchalant but was failing miserably.
“The first and last time I kissed you.”
Harry’s heart stopped. He did in fact remember. It was the day Bucky and his dad dropped him off at rehab. Bucky had grabbed Harry at the last minute before Harry walked through the doors to the facility he wouldn’t leave for six months and gently, oh so gently, brushed his lips against Harry’s.
He had then cradled his face in his big hands, pressed their foreheads together, and said “You listen to me, Doll. I’m not kissing you again until you’re a year sober. I’m giving you something to look forward to here. I know you can do it. I’ll make the work worth it, I promise. I’m not giving up on you. You can do this. You’re so good, Doll. Please. I’m begging you here. Do the work.”
Harry closed his eyes and tipped his head up as though seeking the lips he so desperately wished were already on his. “It’s been a year. Are you going to make it worth it?”
Bucky nuzzled his nose into Harry’s cheek.
“If you want me to. Do you, Doll? Do you still want me to kiss you?”
The breath felt like it had been punched out of Harry’s lungs. Did he still want Bucky to kiss him? Had Bucky lost his mind? That’s all Harry’s wanted from the moment Bucky dragged his junky ass back to the compound.
Harry couldn’t keep looking into deep pools of blue. He looked down at his shoes and nodded. He felt fingers lifting his chin and once again met Bucky’s piercing blue eyes.
“I’m gonna need you to use your words, babydoll. Do you want me to kiss you?” Bucky breath was warm on Harry’s lips as he waited for an answer.
Babydoll.
BABYDOLL.
Harry’s brain went offline at the new pet name. He took a stuttering breath and whispered, “Yes I want you to kiss me.” The words were barely out of his mouth before Bucky was crashing his mouth to Harry’s.
They lost all sense of time as they became lost in each other. Bucky’s hands had a bruising grip on Harry’s hips and Harry had his hand buried in Bucky’s hair. Bucky tilted his head for better access and licked along Harry’s bottom lip, begging for entrance.
Harry moaned and opened his mouth to let their tongues dance. Bucky curled his tongue around Harry’s, relishing in the sounds coming out of the younger man. Bucky bent slightly to get his hands under Harry’s thighs and effortlessly lifted Harry up, allowing Harry to wrap his legs around the older man’s waist, and then slammed Harry’s back into the wall, never breaking their kiss. Harry’s chest heaved as he regretfully pulled away, sucking in the air his lungs needed almost as bad as he needed Bucky’s lips back on his.
Bucky had other plans for his lips however. A cold metal hand gripped Harry’s jaw, tilting it to give Bucky better access to Harry’s throat. Bucky began placing kisses all along Harry neck, metal fingers stroking his jawline. Harry had a thrill race through him, knowing the strength in that silver arm could crush him but was only giving pleasure in this moment. A whine escaped Harry before he could stop it.
Bucky ground his hips into Harry with a groan. “It’s ok, Doll. I got you. I got you. Don’t worry. God, look at you. Do you know how long I’ve wanted to see you like this? All soft and pink and desperate for me?”
Bucky’s teeth nipped at where Harry’s pulse was racing. He ran his tongue soothingly over the bite then continued on his mission to mark up all that gorgeous pink skin. Bucky had been holding back for so long and now he finally had his sweet, pretty, precious punk right where he wanted him.
“Do you want me to tell you? Describe all the things I’ve been thinking about doing to you?” Bucky said lowly into Harry’s ear.
Harry bit back a moan and gripped the taller man’s shoulders, bucking his hips up, trying to get some sort of relief from the amount of arousal coursing through him. Bucky chuckled and leaned back just enough to look down at Harry’s flushed face.
“Eager are we, babydoll? We just got started, darling. I’ve waited over a year to have you and there’s no way I’m rushing this. I’m gonna take my time with you.” And then he went back to the only mission he would ever care about again, giving Harry all the pleasure he could stand and then more.
Bucky is trying to kill me, Harry thought. He was so hard Harry was sure there was no blood left to circulate in his heart. I’m going to need my own arc reactor if this keeps up.
“Bucky, please.” Harry panted as he tried bucking his hips again to get any sort of friction against his cock.
Bucky’s grip slid from his jaw, running fingers down Harry’s neck, over his arms, and around to his ass, where Bucky settled both hands.
“I said I got you, doll. Now be good. Or I’ll put you down.” With that Bucky swooped down to crush his mouth to Harry’s once again, hands tightening. Bucky began to move his hips in a slow grind as he pulled Harry up against him.
They moved together, the friction just this side of painful. Both of them needing release but holding back, wanting it to last as long as they could. The fire running through Harry’s veins as he felt Bucky hard and heavy and long against his own cock was better than any heroin Harry had ever had.
Bucky’s head was swimming at the taste of Harry’s mouth. He was losing himself in the feeling of Harry hot against him. He barely remembered where they were anymore. He couldn’t hold back a shudder as he felt Harry’s smaller hands start to tug up the hem of his shirt, his fingers grazing Bucky’s sides sending shock waves through the older man.
“Off. Off.” Harry chanted, desperate to see all the flesh he remembered from so long ago when he slipped into Bucky’s shower. He wanted to feel Bucky’s skin. He wanted to sink his teeth into those biceps and lick the sweat off Bucky’s abs just to live off the salt. He wanted. He wanted. He wanted.
Bucky smirked at the beauty unfolding in front of him. He jerked his hips hard against Harry’s, making him gasp and moan and writhe.
“Harry. Doll. We’re in the hallway. We can’t strip here. There are cameras and we’ve already given them a show. Hold onto me, sweetheart.”
Bucky then proceeded to hitch the smaller man up against him. Harry gripped his shoulders as Bucky began to walk down the hallway towards Harry’s room. The smaller man took advantage of the moment and began to press kisses everywhere he could reach. He licked a stripe up Bucky’s neck and nibbled along his jawline. The jawline that had been driving Harry to distraction for so long. He latched his teeth onto Bucky’s earlobe and grinned darkly when the other man groaned.
Bucky paused outside the room just long enough to grip a hand in Harry’s hair. He tightened his grip enough to get Harry’s attention but not enough to hurt, his breath was hot against Harry’s ear.
“Last chance to back out, babydoll. Once I get you under me, I’m not stopping until you’re screaming my name.”
Harry thought his scar had never been more accurate than now when what felt like a shot of lightning ran through him at that.
“Promises promises”, he replied much more confidently than he felt. To be honest, Harry was a writhing wreck inside and all he wanted was to feel the weight of Bucky pressed onto him, into him, surrounding him.
“Harry,” Bucky said, more seriously than Harry had ever heard him. Blue eyes boring into green ones. “Do you want this? Do you want me? It’s ok if you need time. We can slow down. We-”
“James Buchanan Barnes! If you don’t take me into my room, throw me on my bed, and ruin me for any other man I swear to Merlin I will curse you right now! Wand or no wand. Yes, I want this! I want you! God, I’ve wanted you for so long. Bucky, please. Please don’t stop now. My heart would break.” Harry’s voice that started out so strong turned begging at the thought Bucky would turn away now. Now when he was so close to the heaven he never thought he was worthy of.
“Shhhh, Doll. It’s ok. I’m not stopping. I got you. I’ll get you there. Come on.” Bucky entered the room, kicking the door closed behind them, and locked it for good measure. Couldn’t be too careful with how everyone in the compound lacked boundaries.
Harry called out, “Friday! Privacy mode. Now! My watch too, please!”
“You got it, mini boss. Have fun!”
Harry wondered, not for the first time, how exactly Tony had programmed the AI to have that tone of amusement but then Bucky was pressing him into the bed and all thoughts of technology was swept away.
Bucky straddled his green eyed lover and sat back slightly. He reached up to yank his shirt over his head and Harry’s hands came up to stroke reverently up his torso, over his shoulders and down his arms to grip his hands so that he could pull him down for a kiss.
“You’re so beautiful,” Harry whispered against his lips.
“That’s my line, Doll.”
Bucky smiled into the kiss. The man he had adored and wanted for so long was finally under him. Wanting him. Looking up at him with eyes glazed with desire instead of glazed with drugs. Bucky took a heaving breath and cradled Harry’s face like it was made of glass.
“You’re everything I’ve ever wanted. You’re perfect. You’re so good. Look at you.” Bucky kissed him achingly slow. All rush forgotten in his need to worship Harry. He pulled Harry up and raised his arms so that he could gently, lovingly, pull Harry’s shirt off.
He threw the garment behind him and just looked his fill. He couldn’t get enough of the sight of the healthy Harry in front of him. He remembered when he could count Harry’s ribs, when he could feel every knot in Harry’s spine. When his hip bones pressed so sharp against his skin.
Now though, Harry was a vision. He’d always be thin but now there was a power behind it. There was muscle and weight and vitality. His skin was flushed pink all the way down to his chest and Bucky ached to taste it.
Harry let out the breath he didn’t realize he was holding at the first brush of Bucky’s lips against his chest. Bucky pressed kisses along his collar bones and down to his nipples. He swirled his tongue around the pink bud and grazed it with his teeth.
Harry’s hand shot into Bucky’s hair and his hips jerked up involuntarily. “Oh my god,” he moaned pressing his hand against his mouth.
Bucky reached up and took his hand away. “Don’t hide. I want to hear you. And just Bucky is fine.” His blue eyes flashed mischievously as he leaned down to give the other nipple the same attention.
“Fuck,” Harry breathed out, already losing his mind at such a simple touch.
Bucky trailed lips and tongue down to Harry’s waistband. He glanced up and asked “Can I take these off, Doll?”
“Please,” Harry begged.
Bucky pressed a kiss to Harry’s hip before standing up to remove Harry’s shoes then leaned over to unbutton Harry’s pants. Harry lifted his hips as Bucky slid the slacks down and away. Bucky ran his hands up the lithe thighs that he just bared, stopping just at the hem of the boxers Harry wore. He went to crawl back onto the bed when Harry pressed a hand to his chest.
Bucky glanced down at the hand and back up to Harry’s face. He tilted his head. “Doll?”
Harry bit his lip. “Yours too. Take yours off too. Please. Bucky. Come on.”
Bucky chuckled and couldn’t stop himself from stealing a kiss before straightening up to toe off his shoes and strip off his own slacks.
Harry stared hungrily at the sight. “You’re built like some Greek god. This isn’t fair.”
Bucky pounced on Harry, muscles bunching and rippling as he hovered over the smaller man.
“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are Harry? What you do to me? How badly I want you?” With each question, Bucky pressed a kiss into Harry’s skin.
“Your eyes sparkle brighter than any emerald that exists. Your smile? It takes my breath away and sets my blood on fire. The way you touch me drives me crazy. Even the smallest touch leaves me craving more. I want to devour you. I want to wreck you. Half the time I’m so terrified the want of you is going to burn me from the inside out before I even get to taste you. You’re so pretty. So beautiful. So perfect. I want you so much it physically hurts, Harry. I want your body. I want your heart. I want you. All of you.”
The entire time Bucky spoke he continued to kiss all along Harry’s body. Hands gripping flesh, teeth nipping bruising marks into Harry’s skin. His voice was wrecked by the time he got back down to Harry’s waistband of his boxers. His body practically quivering with need.
Harry had never heard Bucky speak like that. He sounded ruined. Desperate. It made Harry weak. It made him strong. It made him want.
“Touch me, Bucky. For Merlin’s sake, please touch me. Gods, I need you. I need you so much right now.” Harry practically sobbed overloaded on Bucky’s words and touch and mouth. His hips bucked up, cock straining against the fabric, the head purple and leaking he just knew it.
Bucky nuzzled into his hip, turning his head and mouth at Harry’s cock through the fabric. Harry cried out, fist gripping Bucky’s hair. Bucky slipped his fingers under the waistband of the boxers.
“Can I take these off? Harry? Answer me. I need words, Doll.”
Harry barely got the yes out of his mouth before Bucky was ripping the boxers off him. Harry’s mouth dropped open in a silent scream as Bucky licked a stripe up his cock, swirling his tongue around the head. His hand came up to pump the shaft while he took the head into his hot mouth.
Bucky pressed his arm onto Harry’s hips to keep him in place as he used his other hand and mouth to drive Harry wild. Bucky took Harry deep into his mouth, stretching his lips wide to take him all in. Harry sat heavy on Bucky’s tongue as Bucky brought his mouth up and down Harry’s cock. Bucky glanced to where Harry had his head thrown back, chest heaving. He wasn’t sure if he had seen a more beautiful sight before in his life.
Harry was pretty sure he was dead. He was dead and in heaven. Or maybe hell? Was this what people meant by exquisite torture? Bucky’s mouth was hot and wet and felt like sin itself. He looked down and saw Bucky looking back. He watched as Bucky hollowed his cheeks and fucking moaned around Harry’s dick.
“Fuck. Bucky if you do that again I’m gonna lose it. I don’t wanna come until you’re inside me. Please.” Harry began to tug on Bucky’s hair to try and get him to stop his attention before Harry came down his throat.
Bucky pulled off and kissed the head of Harry’s cock, lick a bead of pre-cum off as he did so. “Oh baby, we just got started,” he crooned. “Do you really only have one in you? You don’t trust me to get you there at least twice?”
Harry’s eyelids fluttered and his breathing became more erratic at Buckys words. He couldn’t help but let out a long moan as Bucky’s hand began to stroke him.
“That’s it, Doll. You’re so pretty when you moan for me. Let me take care of you. God, you’re so desperate to come aren’t you? I bet you taste amazing. Come on baby. Let go. I got you.” And with that Bucky dipped his head to take Harry back in his mouth doubling his efforts. He gripped Harrys hips and pulled Harry deep in his mouth, moaning around the shaft.
Harry’s vision went white. He gripped Bucky's hair, the sheets, his body rigid as he helplessly spilled into Bucky’s mouth. Between the words and the actions Harry was lost to the pleasure.
When he finally floated back into his body he became aware that Bucky was kneeling above him watching. He lifted a shaky hand to Bucky's cheek, stroking it gently. Bucky reached up to wrap his hand around Harry’s wrist and leaned into the touch, kissing his palm softly.
“You’re incredible,” Bucky rasped into Harry’s palm.
Harry’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Me?! I’m pretty sure you just sucked my soul out. You’re not part dementor are you?”
“I don’t know what that means, Babydoll.” Bucky ran his hand up and down Harry’s side.
“Never mind, doesn’t matter.” Harry reached down to where Bucky was straining through his boxers and stroked him through the fabric. Bucky choked back a groan pressing his forehead into Harry’s.
“Doll. It’s ok. You don’t have to. This was about you.”
“You’re bloody joking right? Bucky… Bucky I want you inside me. Right now.” Harry leaned up to capture Bucky’s lips with his own. Bucky melted into the kiss pressing Harry down into the mattress, his leg laying in between Harry’s.
“Lube? Condoms?” Bucky’s voice was tense with the effort to hold back.
Harry blindly reached out his hand, wordlessly and wandlessly summoning both. “You know… there is a spell to take care of the prep.”
Bucky smirked. “I’d rather take you apart myself, Doll.” With that he grabbed the lube and poured it onto his fingers. When he had warmed the lube up to his satisfaction, Bucky ran his fingertips in circles over Harry’s rim. Harry barely stopped himself from begging.
“Like that? I can’t wait to sink inside you. Can you be good while I open you up? Let me work you up until you’re begging for it?”
Bucky pressed biting kisses into Harry’s shoulders, neck, and chest. Everywhere he could reach while his fingers began to move in and out. Slowly. So slowly. First one, then two. In and out. He began to curl them, searching out the spot he knew would make Harry go wild. When he found it, Harry whined high pitched.
“What-” Harry could barely get the words out. “What the fuck was that?”
Bucky paused. He glanced back up from where he had been watching his fingers disappear inside Harry.
“You… you’ve been with men before. I know you have. Has no one ever…” Bucky trailed off remembering the type of men Harry had been with previously. He began to thrust his fingers again. “That’s your prostate, love. Feels so good right? Shhhh it’s ok. You’re ok. There’s my pretty boy. You’re so pretty. You’re doing so good for me. That’s it. Let me make you feel good.”
Harry couldn’t think. Every time Bucky’s fingers pressed against that spot his body shuddered and writhed. He could feel himself harden once again. He started babbling, “Bucky, please, please, please, I need-”
“I know what you need. I got you, remember? I’ll get you there. As many times as you want. Think you’ll cry for me? Such a pretty boy, tears running down your face? All for me?”
Bucky never once stopping his movements added a third finger scissoring them in and out, back and forth, curling them to gently brush the spot inside Harry that was causing fireworks to shoot off behind his eyes.
“So pretty,” he cooed, “My pretty little thing. Right? You’re mine. Say it.”
“God. Inside me. Please please please,” Harry cried out.
“Now now, Doll. I asked you something. Be good and tell me what I want to hear.”
“What? I don’t… Bucky, please!” Harry couldn’t remember his own name let alone what Bucky had asked him.
Bucky wrapped his free hand around Harry’s chin forcing him to meet his eyes. “I said. Are you mine?”
Harry moaned, “Yes. Yes, I’m yours. Please Bucky, for Merlin’s sake, fuck me.”
Bucky leaned down and kissed Harry roughly as he gently removed his fingers. Harry whined at the loss. “Hush now. If you want my cock so bad I have to lose the boxers. Be good for just a little bit longer.”
Bucky tore off his boxers, then lifted Harry enough to put a pillow under his hips. He put the condom on and stroked lube on his hard length. He gripped Harry’s thighs and pulled them wide around his hips, pushing them back toward Harry. He lined himself up with Harry’s entrance and began to push inside. Slowly so that he didn’t hurt Harry. He watched Harry’s face as he slid inch after inch inside the smaller man’s tight hole.
“You feel so good, Doll. Fuck. Look at you. All stretched out around me. I’m going to wreck you. You ready?” Bucky bottomed out and stayed still as Harry adjusted around him.
Harry was in sensory overload. He had never felt so full before. He needed Bucky to move. He thought he would die again if he couldn’t feel Bucky move inside him.
“Move. Please move. Come on. Fuck me Bucky. Please please please.”
Harry started just saying that one word over and over. His hands reached up to grip at Bucky’s shoulders, hips rolling up to encourage Bucky to move.
Bucky pulled back just enough to thrust into Harry. “Yeah? You need me to move? Want me to fuck into you?” With each word Bucky began to thrust more and more. Still slowly, achingly so. A slow grind in and out. Dragging his length along Harry’s walls. Harry’s hips matched Bucky’s rhythm as he began to speed up.
Harry could feel Bucky’s hands gripping his thighs, helping to move Harry with him. His head fell back as their bodies moved together in a dance as old as time itself.
“You feel so good, Bucky. Harder. Harder.” Harry clawed at Bucky’s back. And that was all it took for Bucky’s control to snap.
Bucky slammed his hips into Harry. He shoved Harry’s thighs back, almost bending Harry in half as he pounded into him. The change in angle had him hitting Harry’s prostate with every thrust.
“Are you going to come again for me? You’re so pretty on my cock, Babydoll. So fucking hot. God. Come here.” Bucky lifted Harry up towards him never slipping out of him. Harry found himself resting on Bucky’s thighs as Bucky fucked up into him. Bucky was biting his neck and his hands were gripping his hips, rocking Harry on him. “Come on, Doll. Ride me. Come on my cock.”
Harry’s head fell back as he began to rock and bounce on Bucky’s hard length. Bucky continued to thrust up into Harry, tongue running up Harry’s throat. Bucky wrapped his large hand around the back of Harry’s neck gripping him hard. His other hand bruising on Harry’s hip still moving Harry up and down with Bucky’s thrusts. Bucky pulled Harry’s face toward him and bit at his bottom lip.
Their moans mingled together as they moved as one. Sweat dripped down their bodies and they gripped each other, marking one another. Their heaving chest brushing up against the others. Mouths entangled. Tongues curling. Lungs burning. Fire coursing through their veins.
“Harry. God. You’re so beautiful. I’ll never get enough of you.” Bucky brushed the hair back from Harry’s face. Eye rapt as he watched Harry rise and fall on his hard length. He looked down where Harry’s cock rubbed against his stomach, purple and leaking.
“Come on me, Harry. Mark me up. Come on my cock, Babydoll. You can do it. I know you can.” Bucky began to thrust harder and harder with each word. Holding Harry in place as he fucked up into him. Wanting Harry to find his release once more before Bucky gave in to the sheer amount of desire and pleasure flooding his body.
Harry made a noise that he’d never heard himself make before. A sobbing scream that sounded almost unhinged. Bucky bit down where Harry’s neck met his shoulder and thrusted hard against his prostrate once more and Harry was gone. He came harder than he had ever had before in his life, spilling all over Bucky and himself.
Bucky groaned and continued to thrust into him, still biting, still holding Harry with a crushing grip. Harry crushed his mouth to Bucky’s, kissing him with every ounce of passion, desire, adoration, and obsession he had ever felt for the older man. Tears dripped down Harry’s face when he broke the kiss, chest heaving.
He locked eyes with Bucky as Bucky snapped his hips up once, twice, three times into Harry chasing his own release. Bucky came with green eyes pouring love into his own. He came holding the pretty little thing he had been wild about for over a year now. He pressed shaky kisses anywhere he could reach, hands stroking soothingly over Harry’s skin as Harry did the same. Both of them not wanting to let go. To break contact with the other.
Their kisses started to slow and the caught their breath. Bucky laid Harry back and gently pulled out. He kissed Harry’s forehead and nuzzled his nose against his cheeks. Harry’s breath hitched at the sweetness of the moment. He turned into Bucky’s touch, just resting their temples together for a moment.
Bucky stood to take care of the condom. He spoke softly saying he’d be right back as he walked into the bathroom. He came back with a glass of water and a warm, wet cloth. He handed the water to Harry who took it with shaking arms. Then he lovingly cleaned the mess from their lovemaking from both of them. Pausing occasionally to press kisses into the bite marks he found.
When he was done, Bucky crawled into the bed next to Harry, pulling him into Bucky’s chest. He trailed his fingers down Harry’s arm as they cuddled together. Harry exactly where Bucky wanted him. Curled into side. Harry hummed contentedly. His eyes started to close and he pressed a kiss to Bucky’s shoulder.
Harry asked sleepily, “Was it worth the wait?”
Bucky turned his head and smiled gently.
“You will always be worth the wait. But you tell me… Was it worth the work?”
Harry tightened his arms around Bucky. He had everything he wanted now. A home. A family. Someone who knew all the bad things but still saw the good in Harry.
“Yeah, sweetheart. It was worth the work.”
Bucky kissed the top of Harry’s head. As they drifted off to sleep, wrapped in each other’s arms, Bucky couldn’t help but feel so grateful that they ended up here. So much waiting and working to get to this point. And every bit was worth it.