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He should have done this before.
Well, not necessarily shoving Walker against that door of his old apartment, but kissing him like he was the air missing from his lungs, the wet and warm touch that brought life back to his lips. But he needed to have done that, kissed him with ardor; as if it were important, because it was… because it could become so.
If he had known Walker would lift him with such ease onto his lap, improvising the positions, keeping one firm hand on Bucky's ass and the other on his nape to stop him from hitting his head as he pressed further into that kiss, needy and hot. Their jackets on the floor, but Bucky couldn't care less, he wouldn't have even taken them off on the terrace, actually.
John's mouth sliding across his face as if his beard brushing against his lips were an aphrodisiac, those eyes staring at him from beneath lashes that cast a certain shadow, darkening the desire in Walker's dilated pupils even more. Something that made Bucky's entire body react; something that made him squeeze his legs a little tighter around Walker's waist, eventually, rubbing against him and igniting even more fire in his body that already felt like it was in flames. That same mouth that now touched his neck like it had done earlier on the terrace, hot and lustful. Although Bucky was basically in Walker's lap, he still felt the weight of that body pressing him against the door. He really wanted that body to press him into the mattress — or wherever Walker wanted him.
His hands wouldn't stay still, not when there was so much skin to touch, not when he could pull Walker's goddamn shirt off him. To have all of that body waiting for his touch.
"I-I..."
"Wow!" Bucky had barely heard what Walker was stammering, not when he could see that seductive body more closely, the freckles scattered across that skin as if they made of that monument a new galaxy, a new painting, the reinterpretation of Starry Night that Bucky wanted to memorize, knowing exactly where each star was. "Walker… take me to bed."
"Believe me, I'd love to, I just need to know where the bedroom is." He had that smile, it was shy and curiously seductive, almost insecure, and Bucky wanted to kiss him again just for that.
And he did, but his hand on John's nape pulled him so that his lips were on his with a hunger and urgency that was becoming almost familiar when it came to him.
"It's the door on the left." The information was pressed against Walker's lips and as soon as Bucky felt that man's body move with him towards it. It was interesting being in someone's lap, even more so someone who held him with such ease; he thought he'd never have the chance for this again; maybe Walker would ruin him for everything else in the end, after all.
Bucky was in a hurry, even as he wanted to savor the moment with all the attention and time available. He smiled when Walker didn't put him on the bed, but sat down, keeping him on his lap. Those hands now at the hem of his shirt, lifting it little by little as they traveled up his back.
"Can I?"
"Right now, you can do whatever you want." And Bucky leaned forward to make it easier for Walker to take his shirt off, of course that also made it easier for him to see that bare chest better, with those blond hairs covering him as if he were entirely a ripe peach ready to be bitten. And Bucky bit him, leaning his body forward at the exact moment the shirt was left to fall on the floor.
Bucky's mouth fastened just above Walker's left chest, sucking and biting and then leaving his hands free to feel that body while Walker panted beneath him and also explored his body with a hunger and urgency. The same hands that pulled him by the hip and ass creating a friction that was starting to leave him too hot, desirous beyond measure. That's why he pushed him against the sheets on that bed, that's why he leaned over him while still moving his hips in search of friction, his hard and swollen penis beneath the fabrics, just as he could feel Walker's. His lips seeking that neck, biting, sucking and marking. At every stretch of skin he marked as his, Walker reacted, encouraging him.
How had he wasted so much time denying that his body desired that man, how had he managed to be so blind as to even have tried to hand him over on a silver platter to another?
That firm hand on his nape and hair, pulling him into a kiss while Walker turned them over on the bed, now getting on top, his lips so certain in what they wanted as those hands opened Bucky's belt, as well as his pants and pulled them down with an almost superhuman strength, lucky that Barnes was also enhanced.
"Looks like someone's in a hurry." Bucky was breathless, his chest rising and falling under Walker's attentive gaze and those lips now pressed against his chest, his tongue circling his nipple as if it knew each of the textures and had memorized them.
"We can go slow if you want."
"No!" Bucky looked at him while shaking his head, his hands pulling and keeping Walker close enough so that his actions matched his words. "I think we've gone slow enough."
Walker's smile; god, it was one of those that made Bucky sure he had been too blind before. Walker smiled at him the same way he looked at him; as if only he existed in the world and as if nothing else was in that room.
He touched him the same way, his lips descending his body in silent and devoted worship. Those hands pulling his clothes down, freeing his body from any stupid fabric that got in the way of that moment and..
"Maybe I don't have that much experience with this…" Walker seemed calm in admitting that, Bucky liked how transparent he was being about everything. He liked even more that hand touching his dick with something bordering on softness, if that's possible with a hand that size and an urgency to please him, apparently.
"Seems good to me…" and it was, it wasn't just the way he was touched, but who was touching him that made everything an electric current running through his body and nerves, awakening him even more to it, to Walker's hand in up and down movements on his dick, his thumb collecting from the slit of the glans the viscous pre-cum that helped — in part — with that slow and now a little firmer glide. Calloused fingers and palm rubbing against the thin skin of his penis, outlining the bulging veins; making Bucky ponder if that was how Walker liked to be touched, if that was how he touched himself when he needed to relieve the tension in that body.
If Walker's hand jerking him off was something good, seeing him lean over his body and expose that tongue while moistening his own lips and then approaching his glans, that was the gates of paradise being presented to him. Likewise the shy and exploratory touch of Walker's mouth not on his glans, but on the side of his penis, light and restrained kisses along the bulging vein, his hand seeking his hair so instinctively, the other gripping the sheets with the certainty that he would tear them, but it would be worth every penny spent replacing them afterwards. It would be worth every penny every time he remembered the shy touch of that hot and wet mouth kissing his penis with the uncertainty of what it was doing, but with the intention of getting it right.
"Fuck, Walker…" his back was in an almost perfect arch as his hips rose from the bed seeking more contact, not yet knowing if he wanted to fuck Walker's hand that still enveloped him, or rub himself against that tongue that now savored him as if he were a tasty candy to be tasted. John's hot breath against the sensitive and freshly licked skin was also fire in his body.
John was concentrated, whether on how his mouth seemed to fit well against the side of Bucky's dick, or on his hand that caressed him with a certain firmness… or on the sounds that broke through Bucky's lips as he seemed increasingly restless in that bed, that firm hand in his hair that didn't seek to dictate any rhythm, but to hold on so as not to sink into desire.
When he truly positioned himself, when his tongue touched Bucky's glans, a languid movement, from the tip to slide along the vein as he enveloped it with his now open mouth ready to receive him, his saliva joining the pre-cum that shone on the tip of Bucky's dick, the intoxicating taste of a new experience; one which he was willing to give his best to. When he felt filled as he had never been before, he couldn't contain the moan, something that vibrated around Bucky's dick and made him moan louder, releasing a small but satisfying spurt of cum against Walker's throat and tongue.
"Fuckfuckfuck!" Bucky was a tangle of moans and eyes with dilated pupils that followed like a peregrine falcon the movements of its prey, although, in that position, the prey was easily himself rather than Walker and those beautiful back muscles that moved while he sucked him deeper and deeper, more and more hungry.
He wanted that, wanted that mouth on his dick, wanted to keep his hand in those blonde and now sweat-damp hairs, wanted to move his hips to fuck him, but the gods knew he would be guiding himself far beyond the edge of the limit, and he wanted to give Walker that moment, and not just take it for himself, he could satisfy any and all fantasies later… he would make that night something unforgettable in order to make Walker choose him in all the others.
"You need to stop..." his nails scraped against Walker's scalp, making him squirm under his touch and moan once more around his penis, creating that wave of pleasure he hadn't felt in a while. Well, his hand wasn't capable of providing him that much, at least.
"Is it bad?" There was a touch of uncertainty in Walker's eyes and expression, frankly, that man really seemed blind to everything he was and everything he could do.
"No, and that's why you need to stop." It was complex how he knew he could stay in this all night, in the sex, in the heat, yet his breathing still seemed uneven, much more than it got in any fight. His hand slid from that nape to Walker's face, feeling the beard and brushing his thumb over those lips that until now had been busy sucking his dick. A memory that would forever be etched in Bucky, thankfully. "Come here…" he finally let go of the sheets, and yes, they were torn. His vibranium hand gripping Walker's still very clothed body, but he would soon take care of that.
His lips were reddened, the taste of his pleasure still resided in that mouth and tongue that he savored along with his own. It hadn't been complicated for him to reverse the positions, perhaps unfortunately — or fortunately — ending up sitting on Walker's lap once more. A clearly aroused Walker, there was a touch of dampness on his pants and that did for Bucky's ego what nothing had been able to do for a long time. It was impossible not to rub against and over him, earning Walker's firm hands on his waist and hip once more, maybe it would leave a mark from the way he squeezed him as if his sanity depended on it.
He didn't give it time, not when his mouth slid down Walker's neck and torso, not when his tongue circled one of Walker's nipples while his hand busied itself stimulating the other, the vibranium hand already on John's pants, pulling and undressing with the same haste with which Bucky had been undressed, perhaps more.
When he tried to slide down a bit further he found himself stopped by those hands, the expression of pleasure on Walker's face at having Bucky's body weighing on his, at having those touches on his body. He was a painting worth observing, but Bucky wanted to make it even better for him… for both of them, so to speak.
"I need you to let me continue… John," he pushed John's chest down, to keep him lying down, to loosen that firm grip on his ass, not that he didn't appreciate it, quite the opposite, but he wanted to see and touch, he wanted to know the taste of Walker's dick in his mouth, he wanted to take him to the same paradise he had been in just moments ago.
Walker just nodded, his lip bitten while Bucky finally pulled the rest of those clothes down those thighs and automatically wanted to bury his face in them and bite them as if he could mark them as his. That entire body, Walker entire.
"It looks like you're already ready for whatever comes your way, huh?" the metallic tip of his fingers brushed against John's groin, not yet touching the beautiful and swollen cock that rested on that pretty blonde's abdomen. "So hard and swollen…"
Walker squeezed his eyes shut the moment that same hand finally grabbed him where it was most needed, a moan also came as a bonus to Barnes's ears. His smile shifted into something lascivious in the blink of an eye.
He leaned over that body, kissed Walker's thigh and then traced it with his tongue, to nibble on the inner part. His mouth still open over that teeth mark.
"Don't you wanna look?" He instigated while watching Walker prop himself up on his elbows and forearms, tilting his torso to appreciate what Bucky would do — and was already doing to him.
He waited only for Walker's gaze to travel down his face, to his lips, and then guided that swollen and reddish penis into his mouth, his tongue pressing against the frenulum and sliding along the entire length that could fit in his mouth. Bucky didn't stop looking at him for a single moment, so he could appreciate that half-open mouth and the way he gasped, his eyes closing briefly when he was hit by that wave of pleasure, and then that hand on his face, Walker's slender fingers touching Bucky's beard and sliding until his fingers scratched his nape in that caress that further incited him to continue the back-and-forth of his mouth on that body. He felt the spasms and the way Walker's thighs seemed restless, fighting to keep them in that position, staying firm in not pulling Bucky against his dick to fuck his mouth, but Bucky wanted that, so he slid his hand to Walker's, making him squeeze him even more, moaning with his mouth stretched around that dick and looking at him as if asking for something. When he pulled away minimally, keeping the other hand jerking him off, there was saliva connecting him to John's dick, and that added to the almost obscene sound of his mouth pulling away from him made him smile while seeing Walker's almost desperate look.
"You don't need to hold back, not here, not with me… Not when I want this too." That was all he said and then he returned to occupying his mouth with a much more pleasurable task than mere word exchange.
He was graced with a rougher moan from Walker and that tighter grip in his hair, almost to the point of burning in that pull as he lifted his hips from the bed to penetrate his mouth, once, twice… so many times that his saliva now ran between his lips, obscene and almost dirty in the midst of it all, his mouth further lubricating those needy thrusts that Walker allowed himself while fucking him with some kind of control still; nothing that Bucky couldn't extinguish throughout the night… throughout life.
Walker seemed surrendered, but he also seemed in control of it, perhaps it was the flexed arm to maintain the firm grip on Bucky's hair while dictating the rhythm with which he wanted to be sucked, maybe it was the way he looked at Bucky as if he were going to fuck him all night long and with great, great pleasure. Maybe it was…
"I need you." He punctuated that by pulling Bucky, with strength and agility, holding him by the nape and arm, pulling him onto his lap as if Bucky were totally malleable, and well, there he was. "Not that your mouth isn't incredible, because it is. But I need more, I need to hear you moan while I make you come.." he kissed him while those firm hands returned to Bucky's ass as if there were an exact spot to fit his fingers, as if there already existed there a low-relief tattoo that made the fit exact.
"Whatever you want… however you want." Bucky wasn't lying, he couldn't and wouldn't want to deny anything at that moment, not when his dick pulsed with those words and Walker's latent desire for him. "How do you want it?"
"I don't know if I trust myself for what I really want, so… however is more comfortable for you, I guess." He didn't have just one focus, his gaze seemed to triangulate Bucky's eyes and lips, not knowing which attracted him more, sometimes he looked at the dick that was pressed against his, that also seemed very good to him.
"Hm…"
Bucky found it amusing, but took Walker's right hand in his, guiding it to his own mouth, slid his index finger between Walker's fingers, as well as his thumb to spread and hold down the fingers he wouldn't need at the moment. Guiding the middle and ring fingers to his lips, sliding them there as if it were some kind of balm, the tip of his tongue moistening them before allowing entry, before sucking them inside, cheeks pressed to guide them deep, as far as possible. His tongue wrapping around them and between the fingers, watching with an almost grace Walker's expression, as if right now it weren't his dick in that place instead of his fingers.
When they were lubricated enough, Bucky moved them away from his lips, no longer sucking them or his work would have been in vain, he needed all the saliva to open the path he planned, later they could play with the lubricant that was under the pillow next to them, already partially visible to Bucky in that position.
"I'd still like to know how you want it, John." He guided Walker's hand to the middle of his ass, holding onto his shoulder with the other hand while Walker seemed to understand well where that would lead, insinuating the fingers himself against Bucky's orifice.
John was basically sitting on the bed with Bucky in his lap, that facilitated his control, it also facilitated his mouth leaving kisses and bites along Bucky's clavicle to his neck, and then the other side too, stopping at the metal socket that was now that left arm, kissing it with equal attention while his fingers circled Bucky's entrance still without penetrating him. When he did, his eyes were fixed on Bucky's expressions, those thighs in a spasm that made them press against his hip, it was something good, something he would love to appreciate every time. Just the tip of the middle finger, enough to notice the nuances of change, the micro expression on Bucky's face, and then he pushed in a little more, hearing the cry of that low and muffled moan as Barnes bit his own lip and moved on Walker's lap seeking more. And then he pushed in more, pulling it almost entirely out of Bucky only to push it back in. His own dick pulsed with that, with the heat that held his finger hostage, with Bucky's hand squeezing his shoulder as he threw his head back minimally when Walker's second finger penetrated him in the same slow and exploratory rhythm as the first. His other hand sliding across Bucky's waist, pulling him closer, letting his lips reach that neck with greater devotion before tilting his face slightly upward to look at him.
"I want to lay you down on this bed…"
Bucky listened attentively, his body preparing for much more than just Walker's fingers invading him, but for now that was enough to keep his arousal at its peak, it still made his dick almost drool over Walker's every time the tips of those large fingers brushed his prostate. He couldn't see what the problem was with that, with being laid down and penetrated, he was more than willing, actually. That's why he nodded in agreement with what John was telling him.
"Your legs around my waist and your hair thrown on the pillow while I get to fuck you deep and hard."
God… Bucky even contracted in desire, tightening around Walker's fingers inside him. He wanted that even more!
"But it's been a while since I… you know?! I'm not sure how much I can contain myself." Walker pulled Bucky a little closer onto his lap, his fingers deep inside Bucky, the other hand now between their bodies, touching his penis together with his own in a tempting caress.
Bucky tried not to show how much he wanted that, but with the double caress he couldn't resist. He had leaned minimally so that his hand could reach the lubricant, his face hidden in Walker's neck, his mouth almost too close to his ear when he moaned at being stimulated that way.
"Honestly? I couldn't give a fuck about that, I don't want you under control, I said I want this too, so why control yourself? Afraid of being too strong? I am too, remember?" The wink and the stolen kiss, his tongue tracing Walker's lips before allowing himself to bite him and hand him the lubricant, guiding his hands to do what Walker did with his own while keeping both penises together in an intoxicating friction. "But if you want to know how I want it…" He smiled, it was so lascivious and became even more when he felt the greater ease with which Walker inserted, not two, but three fingers into his ass with the aid of excessive lubricant. "I would love for you to throw me on this bed and fuck me while you look at me."
Apparently it was something they both wanted, but Bucky couldn't resist adjusting himself on Walker's lap, scooping up a little lubricant in his own hand and using it on John's length, he didn't mind guiding it between his ass and letting his weight fall slowly onto that swollen and robust glans that stretched him more than three fingers were able to.
"Hng, fuck!" That wasn't a lament, it was an acclamation. His body seemed to be in ecstasy as he felt himself sinking into Walker's lap, as he felt him taking space inside him, filling him like he hadn't been in a long time. God, he could do this all night.
"Oh—shit!" Walker held Bucky's waist again, as if Bucky wanted or was going to escape from that. "It's so tight…"
"Well, it is. But you're also… pretty big, so." Bucky stole a smile from Walker with that and gave him one in return, as well as a soft kiss on the corner of his lips, feeling the beard brush against his lips amidst it all.
John's arms allowed themselves to envelop Bucky while his own supported themselves on his shoulders and clung to his neck. The first movements were gentle, Bucky wanted to see how far he could move on that lap, with that huge dick inside him, and well, he was killing it!
It was a rhythm like a sensual dance, his hip gyrating every time he was truly pressed against Walker, receiving him deep before rising again to let himself fall onto him once more and again and many more times.
"Fuck, Bucky, I need…"
"Good thing!" The way he bit his lips in surrender as Walker laid him down on the bed, the comforting weight on Bucky while still penetrating him, and now even easier, with him in control and not Bucky on that ride.
It was firm and rough. Honestly? Just the way Bucky needed at the moment, just the way Walker needed too. One moan feeding the other as Walker braced his hand on the bed near Bucky's face and moved over him as if marking him as his. His dick going deep, his gaze fixed on Bucky's face — sometimes looking down, even more so when Bucky's leg bent at his hip to give him more space, to pull him closer every time he penetrated deep, making him arch his back and push his head against the pillows.
"Was this your fear? Making me moan loud?" Bucky slid his hand across Walker's chest, the cold touch of his hand cooling that skin that seemed almost feverish. Walker was really hot, very… in every damn sense.
"I'm still holding back, Bucky" He blushed saying that. Looked away while smiling shyly.
"Fuck, then stop holding back. I want everything you can give me."
The sweaty bodies, the skins in contact, the thud of a groin against Bucky's ass and the bed against the wall. There was no way to leave doubts about what was happening in that apartment. Not when Walker held Bucky's thigh with the other hand, his thumb making random traces on the sweaty skin. His mouth against the now lightly salt-sweaty neck of Bucky Barnes.
"Fuck! You're delicious… Tight and hot…" John was in the frenzy of the moment. The words whispered in Bucky's ear as he penetrated him without mercy. Making the ex-winter soldier see stars even with his eyes closed as he clung to John's back and shoulders. "You have no idea how good this is…"
"Ah, I do." Bucky arched at that thrust, receiving him even deeper, even firmer, contracting around that dick, he knew his limit was near, even more with Walker holding him like that in his arms, breathing and whispering in his ear… when that tongue touched his earlobe and then those teeth fastened there in an indecent bite; Bucky moaned loud and writhed under Walker's touch. Demanding and firm, drawing from Bucky all the sounds of surrender and pleasure. "John… I…"
"Uh-huh, I'm close."
Bucky felt the pulsing, the erratic but still accurate thrusts in giving him pleasure. He wanted all of it, Walker coming inside him, relieving himself in his body and giving him that relief at the same time. And he wanted to see John's face, so he pulled him by the hair as he moved with him in search of orgasm.
"Don't stop…" Bucky was panting, but he could still appreciate those eyes covered in pleasure, the dilated pupils and the blue giving way to the pure intensity of pleasure. Lips parted as he gasped for air, blonde hair on his forehead, glued by sweat, the beard framing that perfect mouth in giving him pleasure….
When Bucky came he contracted around Walker, his toes seemed in spasms, his thighs tightening around John not to trap him but to induce him to surrender to the same peak of pleasure.
When Walker came, he kept his eyes on Bucky; making him witness that work of art: John Walker.
He didn't withdraw immediately, he remained with his body over Bucky's, his lips on his in that continuous exchange of affection and still latent desire.
"It was… good?" Walker asked as he slid his dick out of Bucky, receiving that discontented grumble from someone who was whole and now seemed to be missing something substantially large and thick.
"I think I need to test it a few more times to be sure." He was laughing, light from the orgasm and also from the pinch he received from Walker as he pulled him into a kiss. "More than good, actually. But I still need to try it a few more times… we can start in a few minutes."
"As many times as you want."
Before the end of that night, Bucky was face down on the bed, arms stretched out holding onto the pillows, ass up and Walker penetrating him with a devotion that made him think about how truly stupid he had been to think that he would be the one to ruin Walker for anyone else, when maybe it was Walker who would ruin him for everything else. No one else could give him so much, fuck him with such willingness and passion, no one would have the tenderness to lean down and kiss his back and scars while saying he was beautiful. No one would hold him by the hair like Walker while pulling him and also pushing him into the thrusts. No one would say he has a perfect ass while calling him darling with a charming southern accent…
No one else would be John Walker.