Brief Intermission
Steve’s not sure if they give out awards for best blow job—
He hisses as Bucky’s tongue teases at the slit of his head, and looks down to find the brunet looking far more smug than anyone sucking dick should ever look. He opens his mouth to comment exactly that, but his words die on his tongue when Bucky wraps a big, warm hand around his length, pumping slowly and squeezing tight. Heat sizzles in his gut as he locks onto smug, steely blue eyes, and he imagines that he looks even more fucked out than the man on his knees in front of him. Said man moans like a pornstar around his dick, and Steve calls out every curse word he can think of.
—but if they do, he’s positive Bucky Barnes needs the purple heart equivalent. He makes a mental note to look into that later. The White House still owes him a lifetime of favors. He’s sure they had the means to throw together a plaque for head this good.
Bucky suddenly takes all of him in a single go, and Steve is yanked from his delirious thoughts. His brows furrow in amazement at the tightness and warmth of Bucky’s throat and Bucky’s lips curve up into what Steve guesses is a grin. Just as soon as it was there, the heat around his member disappears as Bucky pulls off of him completely. Steve’s eyes jump from the obscene line of spit still connecting them to Bucky’s swollen lips to the hand still pumping him to an embarrassingly early release.
“Doin’ okay?” Bucky coos, and Steve doesn’t have it in him to snark back as he nods weakly. “You got a really nice dick, Steve. Anyone ever told you that?”
Steve’s ears are on fire. He leans his head back against the wall and flings his forearm over his head as he shakes his head. He flushes even deeper when he hears Bucky’s obnoxious laugh from below.
“So shy after all that big talk from earlier!” Steve peeps out at him, finally having recovered enough to shoot him a dirty look.
“I wasn’t ready.”
“Clearly.”
“And you just pounced on little old me. I didn’t stand a chance.”
Bucky snorts and gives him one firm pump for emphasis. “Little. Right.”
He leans forward to resume sucking Steve off, but Steve’s hand shoots out to grip to his shoulder frantically. “Wait, wait, wait,” he pleads, and Bucky frowns up at him. “If you keep doing that, I’m gonna cum.”
Bucky raises his eyebrows. “That’s kinda the point, Steve.” He suckles at the head for a moment before pulling off. “And I want you to fuck my mouth before you do it.”
Steve honest to god whines. “But I don’t want to just yet.”
“Only got one round in you?” Bucky places chaste kisses along his length in a way hilariously opposite to the obscene treatment he was giving just a few moments ago. Steve balks as Bucky nuzzles his leaking tip against his face and ducks down to trace the thick vein on the underside of his cock with his tongue. “I thought you would’ve had a little more gas in the tank.”
Steve’s hands fly up to stifle the moan he lets out as he watches precum smear against Bucky’s tan skin as he fucks his hips gently against his face. “I can do this all day,” he breathes, and Bucky snorts again before rising to his feet.
“I’ll let you catch your breath for now, I guess,” Bucky sighs as Steve pulls him in for a messy kiss. Bucky nips at his lip before pulling away to look at him through his lashes. “I’m nice like that.”
Steve tugs him back and kisses him hard enough to feel their teeth clack together. “Hm. Appreciate it.”
He feels Bucky grin against his lips. “Least I could do. Besides, I’m already being generous by putting out this much on the first date anyway. Might as well keep the good deeds going.”
Steve pulls back for a moment to search Bucky’s face. “I’m completely happy stopping here, but if you want to…” he trails off as he waits for Bucky to cut him off, but the little shit is just grinning at him, waiting for him to finish. “Go further, we can.”
Bucky snorts and leans up to kiss him again. “I’m completely down for that,” he assures him. Steve lets out a breath he doesn’t remember holding.
“I’m glad,” he says. Bucky hums against his mouth. “I’ll be honest, I haven’t ever… received before, but I’m open to it if you are.”
Bucky suddenly pulls back to look at him. Steve pales at the incredulous stare he’s melting under. “Did I say something wrong?”
“Have you lost your mind?” Bucky crows. Steve is about to break into a sweat. “Did you see how much food you ate? There’s no way in hell anything is going inside you for the next twelve hours.”
Steve scowls, letting go of Bucky enough to punch him in the arm. “You could’ve just answered me straight, you ass,” he snaps, and Bucky laughs.
“There’s not much straight about this entire situation, pal,” He quips, clapping Steve on the shoulder as he brushes past him into the rest of the apartment. “Do you want a tour, or should we just skip all of the pleasantries?” Ah, right. They hadn’t even made it past Bucky’s foyer before they’d jumped each other. Steve follows him wordlessly, taking in as much of the tiny space as he can as he follows Bucky straight back to what he assumes to be the bedroom. “Not that there’s many pleasantries left to skip at this point, anyway.”
As he lets himself be tugged, Steve barely has time to notice just how pristine Bucky’s place is. There wasn’t a single thing out of place, from a pile of mail to an army of remotes standing guard by the modest television, never mind a single uninvited spot or stain on the simple, bare furnishing. He notes the clean, sharp corners on the blankets placed on the couch, and looks at the no-doubt aggressively fluffed decorative pillows with amusement.
If he didn’t know any better, Steve would say that this was a remnant of military experience. He doesn’t really know why, but it reminds him of his own bunk all those years ago in Italy.
His train of thought is promptly interrupted as Bucky tugs him forward for one more sloppy kiss before he pushes another door open. Steve returns it feverishly.
He backs him down onto the mattress as soon as they cross the threshold, kissing along the column of his throat and situating himself between his legs. “Barely made it to the bedroom, Steve,” Bucky chastises, and Steve grunts in a way that he hopes communicates how little shame he has right now.
“Wanted to fuck you on the couch, but that seemed impolite.” Bucky sucks in a breath, and satisfaction curls hot in Steve’s gut at finally taking the brunet’s smart mouth by surprise.
“Yeah, you animal,” Bucky rasps out as Steve bites at his collarbones with increasing force. He squirms as Steve’s fingertips skim the hard planes of his stomach before bunching his shirt underneath his armpits. “It’s bad manners to fuck the host.”
Steve laughs. “Apologies in advance then.” He shuffles down the bed to kiss in between Bucky’s pectorals, the base of his rib cage, and right above his belly button before he glances up again. He isn’t surprised to find Bucky sitting up on his elbows watching him through lidded eyes. “Is this okay?” He murmurs, watching Bucky through his lashes as he mouths at the soft, downy hair below his navel.
“More than okay,” Bucky breathes.
Steve continues teasing the sensitive skin, and Bucky’s hips jerk on their own accord. After a sharp hipbone catches Steve’s chin, he brings his hands up to restrict Bucky’s waist movement completely. He hears Bucky moan hotly above him, and they make eye contact again. “Be still,” Steve teases.
“‘M trying,” Bucky huffs back. He nudges Steve with the inside of his leg and squirms as much as he can in his grip. “You should strip too. I don’t wanna be the only one naked.”
Steve reluctantly lets go of him and straightens up, mumbling a low you’re not even naked yet as he tugs his shirt over his head. When he looks over at Bucky again, the latter is raking his eyes over his body without an ounce of shame.
“What is all that for?” Bucky mutters as he watches Steve dance out of his jeans.
Steve feels his cheeks flush. “What?”
Making a noise in the back of his throat, Bucky gestures to Steve’s obscene muscles. “All of this! You fold shirts all day. There’s no reason for you to look like this!”
Steve laughs as he settles back down between Bucky’s legs, now down to just his briefs. He catches Bucky eying the aching bulge straining against the fabric, and tries to move as quickly as he can. Bucky snorts anyway.
“Alright down there?” He teases, and Steve hopes his press into the mattress is actually as subtle as it feels. He leans forward to pop open the fly of Bucky’s pants and yank them down his hips. His heart pounds as he watches Bucky’s underwear shift too, giving way to dark hair peeking out over the hem of the material.
By the time Bucky’s pants are far enough out of the way, the heavy root of his shaft is on display, and Steve feels his mind go blank. They’re really doing this.
“Fair warning,” he squeaks out, looking up at Bucky again. The brunet is reclining on his elbows, eyes even lower than before. He doesn’t even look like he’s registered Steve’s voice. “It’s been a while since I’ve done this.”
Bucky reaches a hand down to cup the back of Steve’s head, thumb massaging the skin behind his left ear. “It’s fine, Steve,” he says, and Steve has to glance away from the tender look in his eyes.
“Just let me know what you like,” he says, and the affirmative hum from above him is the only response he gets from Bucky before he pulls his underwear down.
Desire shoots straight down Steve’s spine as Bucky length springs free from the fabric and comes to rest against his stomach. The color of Bucky’s flushed head is verging on purple, Steve notes as he studies his length from top to bottom. Precum dribbles periodically from the slit, and Steve follows the shiny trail making its way to Bucky’s balls with perverse desire.
There’s a thick vein running from the bottom of his head to the seam of his sac, and Steve’s eyes widen as he watches it pulse slightly. He briefly thanks Howard Stark and his entire family lineage for supersoldier eyesight. Transfixed, he registers the very human, very real effect his ministrations are having on Bucky, and his fingers seem to move on their own as he reaches out to grasp his shaft.
Bucky’s as warm as a furnace in his palm, heavy and hard. He squeezes gently to experiment with the new sensation, and he relishes in the way that Bucky’s hips jerk into his touch. He leans closer and gets a whiff of the clean laundry detergent and soap sticking to the parts of Bucky’s skin that aren’t yet coated in precum. Steve gently moves Bucky’s length away from his toned stomach and closer to his own face, stopping with his lips just inches away from his head.
Steve can hear Bucky’s staccato breaths and the rustle of fabric on the comforter as he squirms. His ears prick at the whine of his name above him, and looks up to find Bucky’s face screwed up and just as flushed as his dick as he hunches up to glare at him.
“Stop teasing,” Bucky breathes, and Steve apologizes, even though he didn’t mean to tease in the first place. He tries not to look as sheepish as he feels as he faces Bucky’s dick again.
He prepares himself the best he can for the incoming taste of Bucky on his tongue, and brings his fist up to the head to put on his mouth on it—
—when Bucky hisses, sharp and urgent, and Steve immediately knows it’s not out of arousal. He lets go of Bucky and watches his shaft flop unceremoniously back onto his abdomen.
He looks up to find Bucky’s face looking just as screwed up but a lot less wanton than it did a moment ago. His teeth are bared in a grimace, and Steve feels his stomach drop. He barely registers the comforting pets to the back of his head as Bucky pushes himself up into a fully sitting position.
“It’s still pretty dry down there,” Bucky explains more gently than Steve would’ve thought him capable of in their current circumstances. “It hurts when you move your hand, you know?”
And duh. If anyone would understand that, wouldn’t it be Steve, who happens to be sporting a dick himself? He feels another wave of humiliation wash over him, and Bucky’s hands move from the back of his head to the front to tilt his chin upwards. Of course, Bucky’s mouth is pulled up on one side as he looks down at Steve. He wants to wipe the smug look off his face.
“‘S alright. You just gotta get it wet first,” Steve watches as Bucky lets go of his chin and moves to grasp his dick in his hand. He pries it away from his stomach and moves his head right above it, and Steve’s jaw drops as Bucky lets a long line of spit drop directly onto the slit. He does it a few more times before he begins to pump himself slowly and firmly. The obscene schlick of the motion has Steve’s ears ringing. “Like this.”
Steve nods wordlessly, taking over Bucky’s pumping on his shaft. Bucky hums encouragingly before settling back down onto his elbows. Steve shudders when he hears Bucky’s quiet spit on it, baby, but situates his mouth above Bucky’s head and obliges anyway. The deep sigh and flex of Bucky’s thighs on either side of his ribs is more than rewarding.
They continue like that for a while as Steve catalogs all of Bucky’s reactions to the different speeds and firmness, noting what he likes and quickly abandoning what he doesn’t. The handjob gets increasingly messy each gentle demand from Bucky, but Steve isn’t complaining. He’s too busy trying to jerk the life out of Bucky to notice the stream of fluids running down his arm into the crook of his elbow.
And how could he not be? Bucky’s a sight to behold. A thin sheen of sweat is building at his temples, and his cheeks are ruddy. He’s shucked his shirt completely off at some point, and Steve takes in his pebbled nipples and flexing abs with each squeeze and pull. He tries his hardest to recreate the motions that get the most responses from Bucky, whether it's a sigh, a moan, or a low curse.
Especially the ones that send another stream precum oozing from his flushed head. Steve works especially hard for those. It’s absolutely teasing Steve, red and throbbing and leaking, and Steve’s mind is only focused on leaning forward and sticking his tongue out for a little taste—
“Fuck!”
His eyes shoot up to find Bucky’s forearm thrown over his forehead as his chest heaves.
Steve looks up at Bucky as he sucks at his head, and tries his hardest to cement the way Bucky’s eyes roll back in his head to his permanent memory.
“Was that okay?” Steve asks cheekily, pulling off with a pop. Bucky’s knuckles softly graze his temple.
“No, I hated it,” Bucky deadpans. Steve snorts. “And I’ll kill you if you do it again.” Steve takes that as permission to continue.
He estimates he’s about halfway down Bucky’s length when he feels his throat start to lock up. He hopes he’s moving sensually enough as he pulls back to rest his lips against the head to catch his breath. Bucky snorts from above him.
“Don’t hurt yourself,” Bucky quips, although he sounds just as wrecked as Steve feels. “Breathe through your nose and relax your throat.”
Steve nods and takes a deep breath before surging forward again. This time, he gets to his same stopping point fairly quickly, and takes care to open his nostrils as he inches further down.
Bucky’s murmuring words of encouragement to him as he leans forward to grip short blond locks and roll his hips gently into Steve’s mouth. Pupils blown wide with lust, the blond’s eyes fly up to meet his own.
“Is this okay?” Bucky breathes. Steve hums his affirmation, and the vibration runs straight through Bucky’s dick.
Bucky continues to fuck Steve’s mouth, and somewhere along the way Steve gets the idea to stroke the parts he can’t reach with his mouth with his slick hand. Bucky cries out at the first stroke, and both hands fly to grip Steve’s head as his hips pick up pace.
“Tap my leg if you want me to stop,” he bites out brokenly. Steve sends him a feeble thumbs up, and Bucky plows ahead.
Steve holds onto Bucky’s thigh for dear life as he lets Bucky fuck his throat. He closes his eyes and relishes in the fuzzy feeling of being used, being able to keep Bucky feeling good as long as he stays willing and pliant like this. His head feels clouded over, and his other hand comes up to rest between Bucky’s thighs and support his motions.
So he thinks.
His knuckles brush against Bucky’s full ballsack, and the latter gasps hotly. Steve’s eyes fly open, and he immediately pieces together what just happened.
Something else that should have been obvious much earlier suddenly comes to him.
He reaches forward to cradle Bucky’s balls loosely between his fingers and strokes the seam with his thumb. Bucky’s hips stop for a long moment to allow a long whine to escape his throat, as if he was suddenly only able to use a single body part at a time.
Steve’s fascinated at Bucky’s reaction. He squeezes, Bucky keens. He wiggles his fingers to watch the soft skin slip between his hand, and Bucky whines. Bucky’s sensitivity on his balls made his sensitivity on his dick look minute in comparison. It was like pulling the strings on a puppet.
It’s only a matter of time before he gets the idea to suck one into his mouth.
Steve pulls off of Bucky’s dick completely and tugs it upward to fully expose his sack. He meets Bucky’s eyes briefly before angling his head deeper between his thighs. He hears Bucky curse above him as his breath fans over him.
Bucky’s left ball slips past his lips a lot easier than Steve expects, and the skin is even softer to the touch once he runs the fat of his tongue over it. Bucky makes a choking noise above him as he pops off and moves to pay the right one the same attention.
He’s just finished it when he’s pushed off of Bucky completely and quite literally hauled up the bed. He briefly questions where this pre-orgasmic strength comes from before Bucky’s mouth is smashing into his own.
Bucky pouts up at him once they break apart. “You’re trying to kill me,” he accuses. Steve shrugs. “Wanna keep going?” Steve nods. “Okay, lay back and let me get ready. Just watch.”
Steve’s jaw is starting to ache, so he doesn’t protest as he sits back on his haunches and watches Bucky roll over to fish a bottle of lube and a towel out of his bedside table.
Once he’s recovered the supplies, Bucky flops onto his back with a grunt, and Steve can’t help but smile as his dick flops against his thigh. Bucky rolls his eyes as he gets comfortable, watching Steve’s eyes track the motion.
“Stop it,” he huffs. Steve snorts. The smile on the blond’s face starts to slip as Bucky pulls his knees to his chest, exposing his hole to Steve for the first time.
A primal wave of need courses through Steve’s body as he takes in the muscle, watching it twitch and grow increasingly wet as Bucky moves a lubed finger around the perimeter. They moan together as Bucky starts to negotiate his middle finger inside.
Bucky doesn’t break eye contact with Steve as he slowly starts to finger himself. That same perverse thrill rushes through Steve as his eyes dart from Bucky’s hole to his dick to his face and back again. It almost feels as if Steve isn’t meant to see the way Bucky falls apart on his own fingers.
Before Steve knows it, Bucky’s index finger is joining his middle, and the brunet’s head hangs at the new stretch. Bucky whimpers as he crooks them against his own wall, and Steve reaches up to rub at his calf.
“Feel good?” he murmurs. Bucky nods, and moans again as Steve replaces his touch with gentle kisses.
“So good,” Bucky breathes. “I can’t wait for you to fuck me.”
Steve watches as Bucky rolls down hard on three of his own fingers, panting and moaning with each repetition of the motion. He takes in how Bucky’s shiny, sweaty face contours with every slick motion of his wrists, dick jumping against his stomach, and Steve decides that he’s finally had enough of spectating.
Bucky briefly pulls his fingers out, and Steve finally gets a glimpse of the state of his asshole, puckered and loose and shiny—
—and once again, he just can’t seem to help himself.
Steve closes his eyes as he leans forward to mouth at Bucky’s hole. He hears Bucky’s surprised squeak turn into a moan as he grabs his hips with both hands and pushes his tongue past the tight ring of muscle.
The taste of the lube isn’t the most pleasant Steve’s ever had, but he finds himself closing his eyes and moaning into Bucky’s skin all the same. Bucky’s hole is spasming around the intrusion, and Steve closes his eyes to memorize the exact rhythm of the muscle pulsing on his tongue. Beyond the raunchy shlicks of Steve fucking into Bucky’s body, he can hear the latter’s moans descending into whimpers above him. Bucky’s hips jerk with each stroke of his tongue, and Steve can barely make out the helpless cries of his name.
He’s painfully hard, and cants his hips down against the bed for some semblance of relief. It’s not enough, though, and he finds himself reaching for Bucky’s hips. Bucky’s entire body rocks forward with Steve’s tugs, and the latter glances up at him to find his forearm tossed across his eyes, babbling and pleading and leaking all over himself and Steve.
He moans right along with Bucky when the latter shudders and a particularly thick spurt of precum shoots onto his stomach. Bucky finds the energy to push Steve’s head away, chest heaving. Steve doesn’t hide his discontent as he sits back on his heels, watching Bucky catch his breath, thighs twitching and holes leaking.
“We’re not gonna make it to the main event if you keep this up, you know,” Bucky pants. Steve snorts. “Get on your back.”
And, yeah. That’s probably the best for both of them, given Steve’s demonstrated struggles with keeping his strength in check. He doesn’t protest as he and Bucky arrange themselves, flopping down onto the bed as Bucky settles a dense thigh on each side of his waist.
Bucky’s ass squishes between the sharp juts of Steve’s hip bones as he looks down at him. Steve stares back, and he assumes he looks equally as fucked out as Bucky, if not more.
“Hey,” Bucky mutters.
“Hi,” Steve murmurs back. Bucky steadies one hand against Steve’s solid chest as he leans forward, the other one snaking behind him to guide Steve’s dick to his hole. His lips brush over Steve’s as their faces meet, both their breaths catch as Steve’s head taps against Bucky’s opening.
“I’m gonna ride your dick now,” Bucky announces.
Steve huffs out a laugh. “Okay.”
That’s the last words the pair exchange for a while as Bucky guides inch after inch into himself, eyes fixed on Steve’s face all the while.
Steve’s panting out down right pathetic moans as he feels himself disappear inside Bucky. He doesn’t know what he expected Bucky to feel like inside— having his fingers and tongue inside his ass for the past couple of minutes should have told him all that he needed to know. But Steve still finds himself struggling to make sense of how tight and warm Bucky is, how close they are, how amplified his sense are—
His thoughts are cut short when Bucky’s lips part his own and suck hard on his tongue, humming against his mouth. Steve’s eyes roll back into his head.
Bucky stills when he finds himself back in Steve’s lap, dick fully sheathed inside of him. He pulls back to watch Steve’s face. The blond can only imagine what Bucky sees as a side of his mouth quirks up. “Feel good?”
Steve nods and swallows. He doesn’t trust his voice in the slightest. Bucky doesn’t seem to mind that he’s gone nonverbal, and rocks his hips forward against Steve’s experimentally. “Good. Let me know if you want me to slow down.”
Steve doesn't protest, and that seems to be all the go ahead that Bucky needs before he starts to rise and drop his hips against Steve’s at a brutal pace. Steve wheezes as Bucky’s hands come up to grip at his shoulders, syncing with his hole as it tightens around Steve’s dick on each descent back down into his lap. He notes with fascination and appreciation that Bucky doesn’t seem to be holding back from using his full strength and stamina to milk Steve’s cock for all it’s worth.
With mild horror, Steve realizes that he’s incredibly close to his own orgasm. His hips are jerking up to meet Bucky’s on their own accord, and biting his lips isn’t doing anything to hide the increasingly loud moans slipping out everytime Bucky drops his full weight onto him. He watches Bucky, flushed and sweaty and still staring into his eyes, for a few more seconds before he has to screw his eyes shut.
“Close, baby?” Bucky’s voice slides over him like silk. Steve shudders and nods.
A hand comes up to cradle his jaw, and his lips part easily for the thumb prodding at them. The influx of heat fanning over his cheeks lets him know that Bucky’s face is close to his.
“Open your eyes, Steve,” Bucky says, and it’s more of a command than a request. Steve is trembling. “I want you to watch me when you cum.”
Although his lids are thick with arousal, Steve fights through the drowsiness to focus on the man above him. Bucky turns out to be a sight for sore eyes, pupils fully blown and face flushed as he studies Steve. His dick is full and angry between their bodies, and Steve feels heat splashing in the ridges of his abs every other moment. It comforts him to know Bucky’s right behind him.
“So good for me, baby,” Bucky grunts. Steve nods as he messily slots their mouths together again. “So good for letting me use you like this.” Steve groans when Bucky’s fingers find his hair and tug. “You like being used like this? You want me to come all over you, huh?”
Steve nods. A harder tug follows.
“Use your words, baby.”
“Bucky,” he pleads.
“Answer me, Steve.”
His orgasm starts to unravel in his belly, and the tremors racking Steve’s body grow more intense. “Yes, Bucky, I love it when you use me,” he whines. Bucky hums appreciatively against his mouth. “Need you to come on my dick so bad. Please.”
Steve can feel Bucky’s grin. “Cum for me first, baby.”
And that’s all it takes before Steve is cumming hard— his stomach tightens painfully as he empties into Bucky, spurt after spurt pushing into him. Bucky follows right after, moaning Steve’s name and painting his stomach and chest and chin.
Bucky collapses onto him after he’s ridden out his own high, and Steve feels their heartbeats return to normal as they catch their breath.
Bucky speaks first. “That was good,” he says.
Steve nods. “Really good.”
Bucky snorts and nuzzles his face into Steve’s neck. His breathing evens out as they lay there, and Steve figures that he’s probably fallen asleep.
That is, until Bucky suddenly sits up and gets to his feet, scaring the living shit out of Steve. The blond watches him incredulously as he stretches this way and that with one exaggerated, far from sexy, groan after another, a stark contrast from the sex vixen that possessed him moments ago.
Steve blinks. “Wh-”
“I have cum running out of my ass,” Bucky announces unceremoniously as he walks away from the bed. “I’ll be back. Pull the sheets over the wet spots unless you don’t mind laying on them.”
Steve watches incredulously as he disappears into the bathroom.
When Bucky comes back to bed with a towel in hand, he’s watching Steve through lidded eyes. Steve’s eyebrows shoot up in a question, and Bucky snorts, shaking his head as he reaches over to clean Steve up. “I can’t believe you let me hit on the first date. Raw, too.”
Steve’s jaw drops. “I don’t think you were doing the hitting just now, pal.”
Bucky lets out a full laugh at that, and punches Steve’s shoulder. “Technicality.”
Steve rolls his eyes and Bucky slides under the duvet next to cuddle up next to him. “I can’t believe you’re slut-shaming me,” he protests. Bucky rolls his eyes. “Besides, you’re my manager. You could make the argument that I was coerced into this.”
The brunet scoffs. “Coerced.” Bucky lolls his head against Steve’s shoulder. “Maybe it did go something like that.”
Steve snorts. “Right. Something like that.”
He brushes hair away from Bucky’s forehead and watches a slow, sated smile spread across his face as his eyes start to droop. Something pulls in Steve’s chest.
He was fucked.
So fucked.