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FILL: Synthesis, Steve/Bucky (aka Happy-Crying Sex PWP)

[(Anonymous)]

(I wrote this in the middle of the night, please forgive me if it shows. I thought all our battered hearts could use something uplifting once in a while!)

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Almost a year after they’ve been reunited, sex is still mostly initiated by an urgent desperation. (Need you now, prove that you are real, need to feel you, need to feel something, please, now. Now.)

At first, Bucky can’t shake seeing the ghost of his little Steve in the body of the man before him, and he looks past broad shoulders and bulked up muscles that put the Grand Canyon to shame - always watchful for a sign of red blotches spreading across Steve’s chest or dubiously rattling breaths, but Steve urges him on; Yes, like this, ah, for the love of god Buck, harder. Ah - yes, yes, yes.

Bucky admires how unashamed Steve is about what he wants, and he’d like to think it’s because Steve knows he can trust him with anything. Bucky melts and always gives in when Steve moans and tips back his head, taking Bucky’s hands in his, guiding them to where they’re needed; Here, touch me here, oh, like this, yes, yes, just like this oh god Bucky Bucky yes - ohgodno wait slow down stop stop or else I’m gonna - a-ahh!

By the time literally all their neighbors blush when they pass them by on the stairs, Steve’s grip has cracked the bed’s headboard twice (and the table, the kitchen counter and even the bathtub, but that was an accident). Bucky learns to place Steve’s hand on his metal arm - seems it’s the only material that doesn’t give, not even to Steve’s throes of passion - and he clings to it like a lifeline.

Afterwards though - when they’re both utterly spent (the ‘drenched in sweat, panting, full body trembling’-kind of utterly spent) - Steve likes to do what Bucky sarcastically calls Soul rubbing, but Steve knows he likes it every bit as much himself. He agrees on the condition that he’s allowed to build a shrine of cushions and blankets for it, spreading Steve out on top like a sacred offering, like a treasure.

Steve lets him, lets himself be draped and arranged to Bucky’s liking without protest (a miracle in itself), and reaches out for contact at any opportunity he gets - a quick squeeze here, a brush of skin there, and Today Bucky, please hurry up.

When Bucky finally leans over him with a cocky smile, Steve whines and spreads his legs so wide that Bucky could fit in between three times. (He loves Bucky, Steve says, wants him more than anything - and hell if he’s not gonna show it whenever he can. The time for playing it down is past, and he’s so so so done with that.)

They do not end up like this if they aren’t at least two rounds in, so preparation isn’t much of an issue. Still, Bucky pushes in as slow as humanly possible, savoring the slick heat and Steve’s drawn out sigh, Steve’s legs coming up to encircle him, Steve’s fingers that run from the small of his back up to his neck. Steve, Steve, Steve.

"You alright?" Bucky whispers, and Steve nods solemnly, "Mmh," is all he breathes against Bucky’s skin, but he sounds like they have just restored world peace.

"Please," he prompts and Bucky nods, starting to move in slow-motion, sliding in and out carefully.

They are both almost too sensitive by now, so Bucky falls into the gentlest rhythm, avoiding Steve’s obvious pleasure spots, sinking into each other just for the sake of intimacy.

Steve whispers love and praise into Bucky’s ear, and after a few minutes words leave him and whenever Bucky’s body comes to a halt all the way inside him, he gasps for breath and for contact; anything, nibbling on Bucky’s lips or his jaw or his chin or his cheekbone.

Every once in a while, one of Steve’s moans has a sharper edge to it, and a spurt of heat spreads between their bellies, dripping down Steve’s flank. At some point, even a super soldier’s body cannot come any more, but from the constant soft twitching Bucky feels against his abdomen, he’d say it wasn't for the lack of trying.

Steve watches him from behind heavy lids, hands alternating between intertwining fingers to raking them through Bucky’s hair. "Love you," he mumbles, "love you so much. You're so good to me, how do I deserve -" "Don’t be ridiculous," Bucky shushes him softly, swallowing a blissed-out sigh from Steve’s lips and letting his mouth wander along the line of Steve’s cheekbone.

He plants delicate kisses on damp skin - they’re both sweaty - but there are droplets of water caught in Steve’s eyelashes that cannot be accounted for.

"Oh Stevie, don’t-" Bucky whispers, but Steve half smiles, half huffs and when he blinks, the skin around his eyes glisters wetly. "So, so good," he whispers and shudders in delight as Bucky’s warm lips kiss the tears away. He can’t stop them from falling for a while and Bucky continues to dry Steve’s skin with his mouth, or by rubbing his own cheek gently against Steve’s.

"Tell me when," Steve murmurs eventually and Bucky laughs breathlessly - as if he had any chance hiding his reaction when Steve elicits yet another orgasm from him. (He thought he knew his body, knew its limits… but Steve, well. Steve has always proved him wrong.)

"Now," he whispers, "oh, now," and he tightens his grip on Steve and slumps onto the other’s body, burying his face in the crook of his neck. "Mhh," Steve hums and lets Bucky in as deep as possible, trembling with pleasure. Bucky sobs into the mattress and Steve scratches his scalp gently. "Shh, gotcha."

After a while, the sounds ebb away. "Buck? You okay?"

He’s met with a raw chuckle: "Huh, more than okay."

Steve kisses his damp hair. "Good, very good."

"Stevie…?" Bucky murmurs after a while. "Yeah?" comes the answer, muffled by Steve’s nose against his skin.

"Are you doing that ‘breathing me in’-thing again?"

Steve makes a half-embarrassed sound. "Er. Sorry." (He doesn’t sound sorry.) "It’s just - you smell like home."

"Pfff… " Bucky snorts and detangles himself enough to frown at Steve. "And you're at home in cow barn or something? Because I’m pretty sure that’s what I smell like right now."

Steve huffs. "Nah."

"Still - gotta take a sho-" He stills as Steve’s grip does not falter when Bucky makes a move to get up. "Hm?"

"Just another minute," Steve whispers, "Please"

Bucky snorts, sound dulled by Steve’s shoulder. "Rogers, you’ll be the fucking death of me." Playfully, he licks Steve’s ear. "Yeah, whatever. Just give me a sec."

Steve smiles.

Re: FILL: Synthesis, Steve/Bucky (aka Happy-Crying Sex PWP)

[(Anonymous)]

OP here: Wow!!!! That was really beautiful, and also really hot. I totally agree with your comment at the beginning, that's why I prompted it.

I have to ask, is the mention of the Grand Canyon a reference to the thing that happened in the comics? Because that has always given me so many feels and incorporating it here was like, wow, so many more feels.

Thank you so, so much, this is awesome.

Re: FILL: Synthesis, Steve/Bucky (aka Happy-Crying Sex PWP)

[(Anonymous)]

Thank you! And yes, that's one of the very few things I know about the comic verses. These two are just too precious.

Re: FILL: Synthesis, Steve/Bucky (aka Happy-Crying Sex PWP)

[(Anonymous)]

<3 <3 <3
Ahhhh! I love you, OP and filler!

Re: FILL: Synthesis, Steve/Bucky (aka Happy-Crying Sex PWP)

[(Anonymous)]

Right back at ya! <3