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★ 2 | video, action ★

Who: Bucky!Cap Barnes
Broadcast: Private to Natasha Romanoff
Action: Bishop, planetside on Lyndia
When: Shortly after the last shuffle (for video & Bishop), anytime during their stopover in the Bix system

[Video: Private to Natasha Romanoff]
Hey, so when's a good time for a fight and a drink?

[Action: Bishop]
[Bucky's new on the Bishop, but it's not like he's never been here before. Anyone who's been here for a week or two might have seen him coming and going from Steve Rogers' room. In fact, now that he's on board, that appears to be where he's headed now, with an armful of clothes and a strange, circular red, white, and blue shield tucked under one arm.

Actually, since his hands are full, he very politely(?) kicks at the hatch to Steve's cabin once he gets there.

Later, he can be found walking the ship, familiarizing himself with the bridge, bathroom, and kitchen - where he's also digging for the coffee grounds and means to make it into actual coffee, because that's really important. Seriously. Coffee is magic.]

[Action: Planetside]
[Bucky also takes the opportunity to stretch his legs on Lyndia. In fact, he takes the opportunity to spend some time outside, because no matter how much the natives of this world warn him, it seems fine to him. Not even a sniffle. So he ends up earning some extra cash, running errands and ferrying supplies from the surface, including hacking away at vines, gutting old wooden buildings, and maybe even seeing if he can't track down said reptilian beast.

Bucky spends his significant earnings largely on food and clothing, because a) he wants to eat things that are not gel and b) he wants to wear things that are not jumpsuits. He is also willing to share the riches with friends, should they run into him.]

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[Well, Bucky shuts up - but his lips stay curved up against Steve's, at least until Steve leans back and pretty much gives him the once-over.

He's certainly not ashamed of his body - not even despite the fact that he doesn't heal as fast or as easily as Steve, that there are a couple of scattered scars from his time in Azzano, and one or two from battles since then, too. He's certainly heavier and more muscled than he was when they were young, mostly because he's getting three (well, more than three) squares a day and working out on the regular. But he's still maybe a touch leaner than the Winter Soldier, and there is the whole lack of a metal arm -

Before his face can fall too much, though, Steve starts to smile; then he's leaning closer, and Bucky's eyes get the chance to flick down and catch at least some little glance of Steve, of that broad, smooth chest and every lean muscle beneath it, before they're kissing.]

Hey there, yourself, [Bucky murmurs, when they do part. He runs a hand up and down Steve's bare back, fingers tracing over the planes, the jut of his shoulderblades, every vertebra in his spine, straight and strong and not curved or crooked, the ribs he can feel but that don't stand out too much, like Steve's did when he was small. Not that Bucky ever touched him like this back then, but he had eyes. He could pretty much count them, whether times were good or bad.] D'you like what you see?

[The question might be trying to sound smug, but there's a little thread of worry in it, too, that maybe Steve doesn't - at least, not as much as he might like if Bucky were... someone else. A different Bucky.]

[This Bucky is the one Steve grew up with in all the ways that really mattered. It means that Steve can tell when he's acting and can tell when he's unsure. Steve's eyes peek up and look at Bucky's face while digesting the question. He's not sure where it's coming from but figures in the end that Bucky might be worried about Steve changing his mind about men. Or at least being intimate with men.

Steve kisses Bucky's neck, his jaw, his shoulder, and then trails his mouth right down to his stomach. He makes his way back up slowly, drifting from side to side so that Bucky is fully covered with these tender kisses. When he can, Steve connects their lips and hums into it.]

I only kissed the pieces I liked. You can toss the rest.

[His smile makes his eyes twinkle in mischief.]

Oh. Wait. Forgot something.

[He starts pecking all over Bucky's face, short and exaggerated.]

Any more dumb questions, sweetheart?

[Bucky isn't sure what Steve's doing, but it's not like he's exactly protesting. It feels fucking good, and he just lets Steve do what he wants, hands slipping loosely through his hair, over his back, until Steve gets back up to his face, and -

He snorts a laugh, but Steve's plan worked, at least - he's relaxing a little, because,] You are fuckin' ridiculous, Rogers. Fuckin', [he repeats, enunciating clearly as his body tenses again, and he slides his legs up to squeeze either side of Steve's waist,] Ridiculous.

[And with that, Bucky grabs on to Steve and shifts his weight, aiming to roll them over and put Steve's back to the bed. And if that works? He's gonna lean down and do exactly what Steve did, trailing kisses over his face, his neck, his torso. Except Bucky? Bucky is a biter, scraping teeth over Steve's perfect, smooth skin, eyes flicking up after the first few to see if this is the right move, or if he just really screwed the pooch here, trying to turn the tables.]

[Steve is about to wrestle it out when Bucky flips them over. It is only due to the feeling of lips against his face and neck that has him surrendering gladly, arching up and into his lover. The teeth make his body shiver. It's just perfect. Steve hasn't even thought about what he would want in a partner for sex but already he's feeling lit on fire by what Bucky can do.

His hands stroke up and down Bucky's back desperate. Steve's nails are scratching without him thinking about it, legs boxing Bucky in. The next time that he comes up, he's going to get dragged in for a kiss that's all heat and lust, now. Steve might not have done this before but his body is learning the right moves.]

I call you 'sweetheart' and you go to my last name? Gettin' tired of me?

[He drags Bucky back in for another kiss in the same spirt as the last.]

I dunno, Barnes. Make a fella feel unwanted.

[This position is a little more familiar, at least - a little, because Bucky's used to being on top, but the part where Steve arches up and he's all taut skin and firm muscle and hard edges and completely different than a woman between Bucky's legs that is totally unfamiliar - and all the more exciting. Because the part where Steve feels desperate and exciting is familiar, at least, because it means Bucky's doing a good job pleasing his partner, whatever the dumb words coming out of Steve's mouth.]

Shut up or I'm just gonna call you Cap, [he laughs, and sits his full weight down on Steve's hips, making the choice to let Steve feel just how into all of this Bucky's body is getting.] Does that feel like I'm tired of you, yet? 'Cause it sure doesn't feel like I'm unwanted to me, from up here.

[He kiss-bites his way back down Steve's jaw and throat, sprinkling a few more over his chest before he asks, a little muffled,] How d'you feel about my hand in your pants?

[This is the part where everything's new... and he wants to make sure the next step is okay to take. If Steve doesn't want to get that close yet, it's fine - Bucky won't say a word, just make his way back up to Steve's mouth.]

[Bucky is hard. Steve moans loud, feeling it. It's proof positive that this is real and mutual and that they're both desperate for more. All the sass drains away as he grips onto Bucky's hips and looks up at him, mystified by the question being asked. He knows the words but too much blood is elsewhere for him to understand context at first. But as a blush blossoms over his cheeks, he gets with the program.]

I think I feel pretty positive about that plan.

[He tilts his hips up, trying to press back against Bucky's own hardness. He can't quite manage a smirk with how his mouth is open, almost at a pant with anticipation. His eyes still sparkle with challenge and playfulness.]

Show me what you like because I intend to return the favor...

[It doesn't take long for Steve's reaction to convince Bucky it wasn't the wrong thing to ask. And that's even before Steve gives his answer out loud. That makes Bucky grin against Steve's neck, even as his own eyes flutter and he makes a quiet sound when Steve just goes for broke and arches up. It feels good - just as good as the look on Steve's face makes him feel, when he pulls back and mirrors that look in Steve's eyes with a grin of his own.

He sits up a little more, to give himself room to work, and gets to work on the button and fly of Steve's pants.] Then maybe you should follow the plan and give me some room to work, punk.

[But Bucky decides that he can both stick his hand into Steve's pants and lean in for a kiss at the same time. He is, after all, capable of multitasking; he captures Steve's lips just seconds before his fingers touch the hot, hard skin of Steve's dick, and he doesn't hesitate at all to wrap his fingers in a loose grip and give him a slow stroke, just to feel things out. It's comforting, to know exactly the shape of what's in his hand and what to do, but he knew what to do for girls, too. He's never done this for a guy, and this isn't just any guy. This is Steve, and he wants to get it right.]

You like it slow or fast? [he murmurs against Steve's lips, giving himself this thing to focus on, and throwing his all into it. Maybe Steve wants to know what Bucky likes... but he figures maybe he can find out by returning the favor. In a minute.]

[Steve can't manage to say anything smart to Bucky. He's not breathing as his fly is brought down and Bucky's hand slips into his pants. It's a foreign and familiar feeling at the same time since, of course he's touched himself. But this is a new hand. It's completely outside of his control and Bucky grips looser and more teasing than he would at the start. It has Steve's eyes shutting in a short flutter and his body going tense as he breathes through the first rush of pleasure. Both of his hands grip into Bucky's shoulders, nails and all.]

I don't know...

[He does know. He knows that, for himself, he takes it fast as though this were something to just get through before going on with his day. Maybe he thought about something but often times it was just nebulous feelings and the idea of being cared for. He's a sap, what did you want? Right now Bucky could probably just hold him and Steve would be a happy camper. But he needs to give some sort of help so, taking a quaking inhale, he manages to come to some decision.]

S-slow, I think. I...haven't. With someone else. So I don't know if fast will...last very long.

[Steve doesn't seem to be able to answer for a minute - and it's one of the cutest things Bucky's ever seen. Granted, he's spent a lifetime thinking that the things Steve does are lots of words other than cute, but it feels allowed right now, given the fact that they're, well, doing this.

Although, he corrects himself, maybe the word he's looking for is hot. Because it's hella hot, the way Steve's fingers curl into his shoulders like that, and the way his breath rushes out of him definitely makes every bit of Bucky tingle.

But he's trying to be a generous boyfriend, here, so he lets Steve think about it and keeps up with what he's doing - and when he gets his answer, he chuckles a little, but it's certainly not mean. He definitely understands.]

I can do slow, [he agrees, tightening his fingers just a little, but not speeding them up in the least, stroking up and down, up and down with a practiced rhythm that's really not practiced at all - except on himself, because he's in the same boat as Steve here, honestly.] And I could be down with, y'know, building up your stamina.

[He grins, whether Steve can see it or not, and arches down for a slow, chaste kiss.] I like the face you're makin'.

[Steve barely kisses back. His mouth just presses to Bucky's as his breathing comes out fast and hard. The tightening of Bucky's fist is a special kind of heaven and his eyes close as he rides through the novelty of it and manages to not lose control, somehow.]

Super...human... [He means it to be a reminder and a teasing warning. Watch what you ask for, Buck. Building his stamina might leave him with a boyfriend that wants to go for hours in the future. God, just the idea makes his toes curl a bit, eyes opening back up to find and pull Bucky back for a better kiss.

He interrupts it with a loud, broken moan that gets ripped out of his throat, body shivering for a second. Yeah. Yeah, this is good. And hearing that Bucky is getting something out of this, too, is nice to know.]

Like my face? [He smiles, flushed and a little dazed.] Can't wait to see yours...

[One of his hands inexpertly drifts down and around, rubbing the palm over Bucky's erection. A hint of where Steve wants to take this.]

[Well, so far so good, it looks like - especially when he's clearly managed to reduce Steve to only a couple of words strung together at a time. Bucky maybe grins a little wickedly - who says he doesn't want a boyfriend who can go for hours? - and tightens his grip just a little more, but still very deliberately doesn't speed it up.

Of course, Steve seems to lack for words, but not for the ability to touch him; Bucky's breath hitches softly, and he makes an encouraging noise in the back of his throat, shifting a little over Steve, giving his hips a slow roll against the firm, flat touch. Steve's hand is hot, and it feels so, so good, and Bucky is all about encouraging him to do a little exploring of his own. They're far better off figuring this out together; so Bucky lets his expression go a little slack, tries to show how good that feels on his face as well as with the steady roll of his hips.] Yeah? Think you're on the right track, then. You can keep going.

[He hadn't been sure whether Steve was more of a taking turns kinda guy. Seems like he's not - and that's pretty appealing.] Pretty sure you hopefully at least know how the process works, [he teases, leaning over again to nip playfully at Steve's nose.]

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Smuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuut

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