Stucky PRPG

Steve shuddered a little at the touches, giving Bucky a playful shove towards the bed and then coming towards him. He bent down to cup the brunet's cheek and then he brought their lips together, smiling again him and reaching up to tangle a hand in Bucky's hair. "I like that idea," He smirked, "Besides this is a new bed and apparently there's a tradition of christening a new bed."
His hands began to trail down the smaller man's back to the hem of his shirt, hooking underneath and then trailing over the skin of his back. He met Bucky's gaze, eyes asking silently if this was okay while he remained almost perfectly still, waiting for permission.

Bucky's eyes fluttered shut at the other man's touch, a breathy moan escaping past his lips. He hooked his arms around Steve's neck and returned the kiss, trailing his tongue along the blond's bottom lip. "Oh god yes," he breathed against the kiss. Grinning mischievously, he dropped his weight and sent the both of them tumbling onto the bed, with Steve on top. "I hope the bed can hold your weight," Bucky said, chuckling while kicking off his shoes, "You're like 400 pounds of solid muscle."

Steve felt himself starting to get hard at Bucky's moan and he leaned in, nipping at the brunet's lips as he pushed Bucky's shirt up a little bit more. As he fell onto the bed, he put his arms out to stop all of his weight from going onto the smaller man, even though Bucky wasn't delicate, he wasn't sure he should put all of his weight on him. "Play nicely," he laughed, leaning back in to capture Bucky's lips as he slipped a leg between the brunet's and started to grind down on him. They hadn't done this nearly enough in the last few days and Steve was very keen to make up for lost time.

"Holy fuck," Bucky helped Steve to tear off his shirt, chucking it off to the side. He reached up and laced his fingers through the blond's hair, gasping and bucking against his leg.
"Steve," he moaned, the bulge in his pants growing uncomfortably tight, "get the hell out of those clothes."
He pushed Steve off of him and sat up, grinning wildly. He slid his hands up the front of the other's shirt, his fingers brushing against his chest. They hadn't had sex in the days leading up to the move, and Bucky had become extremely sexually frustrated.
"Take off your pants, dumbass."

"I'm hurrying out of these clothes, dumbass," Steve laughed, sitting back so he could fumble with his belt and finally pull his jeans off. Once his pants were off his hands descended on Bucky's belt, tugging at it until it came undone and he was able to get them off and toss them into some unknown corner of the room. His own shirt followed and then he flopped back against the pillows, pulling Bucky on top of his and finding his lips once again.
"Now I won't crush you," He smiled, tangling one of his hands in Bucky's long hair while the other trailed down his chest to brush over one of his nipples.

The most undigified whine came out of Bucky's mouth as he felt Steve play with his nipple. He felt the swell of his cock pushing against the fabric of his underwear and he thrusted against the blond's leg, seeking desperately for friction. Bucky's lip curled into a smug grin as his thumb stroked the blond's cheekbone. He nipped the underside of Steve's jaw, then slowly moved down his body, placing warm, wet, open mouthed kisses against his flushed skin.
"Love you," he whispered against the other's collarbone, biting and sucking.

"Feels like you haven't said that in a long time," Steve breathed, hooking his thumbs under the waistband of Bucky's underwear. He started to ease it down the other man's hips gently, but eventually the flimsy bit of fabric started to annoy him and he ripped it off instead. He let out a little noise in victory, tipping his head back to Bucky's little nips and sucks while he wrapped his hand around the brunet's straining cock. "I love you too," he muttered eventually, bucking his own hips a little to draw attention to the fact that he needed some relief.

Bucky's heart ached at Steve's comment, forgetting about the sex for a brief moment and feeling guilty for seeming distant for the last couple of days.
Steve's hand wrapped around his dick snapped him back into the present. He arched his back, shouting as he thrusted into Steve's hand. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh FUCK!"
He cupped Steve's face in his hands and pushed his tongue into his mouth, sucking on his bottom lip.
A patch of wetness had soaked through Steve's boxers, and suddenly Bucky felt a little selfish. He tugged at the other man's waistband and soon enough, his underwear joined the pile of clothes littering the bedroom floor.
"Good," Bucky said, lowering himself slowly down Steve's front, planting a trail of warm, wet kisses, "now we're good and properly naked." He nuzzled the base of the blond's cock before taking it in his mouth.

Steve grinned at the fantastic noises Bucky was making as his hand stroked over the brunet's length and he kept his wrist moving at a steady pace. He knew all the buttons to press that would make Bucky a writhing mess, but today he was quite content to take things slow and steady. Their lips joined once again and he bit down softly on Bucky's lip while both of their hands scrabbled at his waistband. He wasn't expecting the brunet to swallow his dick in one go, but he wasn't complaining. His hands went up into Bucky's hair, holding on tightly to the long locks while he tried to force his hips not to buck up into his mouth. "Fuck," he muttered, tipping his head back against the cool pillows, "Buck... don't stop. Fuck that's good."

Bucky smirked. God, he loved it when Steve grabbed his hair. His lips slowly sucked the tip of Steve's dick, using his tongue to make everything even more hot and wet.
"You like that, don't you?" he took Steve into his mouth again, taking turns licking and sucking the length of him. He looked up at the blond, his body was flushed and glistening with sweat as he panted and begged for Bucky. The very sight of him coming undone made the brunet groan, his cock thick and heavy and twitching against Steve's thigh. He needed Steve inside him like he needed air.
"Condom," he choked out, nuzzling the inside of Steve's thigh. "Oh Jesus, Steve, I'm gonna ride you so hard you'll never be able to walk again." he nipped and sucked the blond's inner thighs for the sole purpose of leaving hickeys.

Steve groaned, throwing his head back against the pillows as though that was answer to Bucky's question. He squirmed in place, holding onto Bucky so tightly because it was the only way to keep himself grounded. If he knew every way to take the brunet apart, Bucky was the master at inventinv new and interesting way to make him lose his mind.
"In... in the drawer," He groaned, waving one hand in the general direction of the night stand, "Condoms and lube." His hips bucked a little of their own accord at the thought of Bucky riding him and he tugged the brunet up towards him by his hair until their lips connected once again. He wasn't entirely sure all of the marks Bucky was leaving would be easily covered up when they went out later, but he couldn't really care less who saw and knew about them.

Bucky sighed against the kiss, running his fingers through the blond's hair, tousling it good and proper. He parted his lips all the way and curled his tongue around Steve's, tasting him deeper.
"'M gonna make you feel so good," Bucky whispered hoarsly, nipping Steve's ear. Reluctant to break away, he stood up and reached for the drawer, grunting as he snagged a foil packet and a bottle of lube.
Clambering back on to the bed, Bucky tossed the packet at Steve, grinning maliciously. "Put that on while I get ready," he ordered, making a huge show of squirting some of the stuff onto his fingers. Steve was huge, and if Bucky didn't prepare himself properly, he'd be going walking around this afternoon with an obvious limp.
His eyes fluttered close and he gasped, sliding two fingers into himself. "Christ," he groaned, looking at Steve through half opened eyes.

Steve pushed himself up on his elbows to watch Bucky's little show, stroking his cock slowly as the brunet took two fingers inside himself like a pro. Once he felt like he was about to burst he started to fumble with the condom packet, although once again he got annoyed with it and ended up tearing off off the top with his teeth before rolling it on.
He sat forwards on his knees, lips meeting Bucky's briefly as his hands slipped around the brunet's hips to rest on his ass. His fingers brushed over where his entrance was stretched around his own fingers, biting Bucky's bottom lip as one of his fingers pushed in beside the other two. "No one would believe we're from the 1940's," He stated with a little laugh.

Bucky's entire body shivered when he felt Steve slide a finger inside him. He moaned, canting his hips forward slightly in frustration. "Stop talking and just fuck me already," his voice sounded so hoarse and so filthy as he returned the kiss, taking out his fingers and slowly lowering himself onto Steve's dick. He wanted nothing more than to ride him rough, but they hadn't done this in ages, and Bucky wanted to take it slow and make it last as long as possible; he'd hate to be finished so soon.
Oh god, he loved it when Steve filled him, when the blond fucked him long and hard. Bucky wraped a hand around his cock, stroking himself as he rocked back and forth with Steve now completely inside him. "Oh fuck, oh.... STEVE!" Bucky shouted, whining and gasping as he fucked himself on the blond's cock, so goddamned *close* to coming.

Steve laughed a little, sitting back against the pillows once more as Bucky climbed on top of him and then a second later his cock were surrounded by an amazing wet heat. His hips bucked involuntarily and one of his arms went around the brunet's waist while the other snaked down to rest against his cock. "You feel..." he trailed off into a groan, unable to express himself in words. It had been far too long since they'd done this and he knew he wasn't going to last- he hadn't been too good at lasting for long, but he was making up for 70 years of celibacy. His hips bucked as he thrust into the brunet's tight channel while his hand moved on Bucky's dick in time with his own thrusts- if he was coming soon, so was the smaller man.

Bucky's world narrowed to the feeling of Steve inside him and his hand jerking him off. He held on to Steve's hair, shouting and begging him not to stop. Bucky moaned half-finished curses, his hands now moving up and down Steve's warm body, mouth opened against the blond's neck, breathing hotly into his skin. Bucky felt a white hot heat clench up inside him, and it only took three more strokes from Steve before he came all over his hand, screaming and gasping his name while he bounced on his cock. Hot waves of pleasure coursed through his body and he was so undone all he could do was make a small noise as his eyes fluttered close

Steve always wished that he could record Bucky's face at the point of orgasm, to film it and then draw it over and over again from every possible angle. Maybe once they settled down, the brunet might let him do something like that, but he wasn't entirely sure he wanted a film like that sitting around for anyone to find.
The clenching of Bucky's inner muscles around his cock felt amazing and a few seconds later he came deep inside the smaller man. After that he collapsed back on the pillows, boneless and sated while his arms grabbed for Bucky so he could pull the smaller man on top of himself.

Steve's gasps and whispers as he came sent a rush through Bucky's body almost strong enough to demand a second round. He swore he could get off on just the blond's face alone as he came; to him, it was more gratifying than watching porn.
"N-nnno," Bucky groaned when Steve pulled him down on top of him, "'M messy." The post coital cuddles were secretly Bucky's favourite part of having sex with Steve, and he wasn't going to do it collapsed on top of the covers with come everywhere. He batted Steve's hands away, then propping himself up on his cybernetic arm, reached for the tissues.
"If we're gonna snuggle, we're gonna do it properly," the brunet explained as he wiped the sticky mess from the captain's hand. A few seconds later, the bedside table was littered with used tissues and one used condom (Bucky was too blissed out to give a damn about just how unsanitary that was), then yanking the covers from under Steve, he clambered back on top of him and pulled the duvet over their naked bodies.
Bucky nuzzled his head against Steve's chest, pressing chaste kisses to where hickeys were already beginning to form. "Love you so much," he murmured sleepily, beaming like an idiot.

Steve was a little too far gone to help with the clean up, happy to watch a naked Bucky sit across him as he wiped them both clean. As soon as he wasn't covered in cum, he slid under the covers, making grabby hands at the brunet before he pulled him into his arms and wrapped him in a tight embrace.
"I love you too," He murmured, nuzzling Bucky's hair as he run his hands though the soft burnet locks, trying to straighted him out a little so it wasn't sticking up in all directions, then he laughed and muttered, "Please say you're not planning on cutting your hair to how it used to be." He leaned in to press a kiss to his forehead, laying back lazily against the pillows with his eyes half closed. He was content and warm and quite happy just to stay pressed against Bucky until they were forced to move.
Steve was silent for a few minutes, his gaze falling across Bucky's face as he tried to remember this moment for drawing later and then he smiled again, "New sheets, new bed, clean room," He muttered, "It's like staying in a hotel isn't it?"

"Never in a million years," Bucky reassured Steve with a soft laugh and a kiss under his jaw, "I love it when you play with my hair and fiddle around with it." His eyes fluttered closed at the feeling of Steve's gentle fingers running through his hair, delicately combing pieces back into place. "Trust me, it's here to stay."
Everything was so quiet and peaceful in the bedroom, the buzz of the city carrying on as usual below them muffled by Stark's soundproofing system (thank god for that, or else everyone in the Tower would've been able to hear them fucking). Bucky found himself being slowly lulled to sleep by Steve's warmth as he curled up next to him, his head pressed against the blond's chest and listening to his steady heart beat.
"Feels like home," he murmured, "'cause you're here with me," he raised his head and pressed a sleepy kiss to Steve's lips, smiling against it.

"Good," Steve murmured, keeping up with his stroking and playing with his hair because he loved to watch Bucky in a state where he was almost purring. One of his hands took to wandering across his back and sides and the down his metal arm before he took that hand and laced their fingers together.
He laughed a little when Bucky started to talk of home leaning over to kiss his nose. "You soppy old bastard," he laughed, trailing his hands down Bucky's chest to rest on his stomach, "Youre showing your age Buck." With that he pulled the blankets over them a little more, relaxing back into the bed and letting Bucky curl up against him, "Come on, we can sleep for a bit before we have to meet the others."

"'M not sleepy," Bucky protested weakly with a yawn. He squeezed Steve's hand with his metal fingers, resting his human arm against Steve's chest. "I can stay awake for hours, Stevie."
He looked up at the blond with half-lidded cornflower blue eyes. His heart still leapt whenever Steve gave him that stupidly adorable half-smile. He brought up their conjoined hands and kissed the back of Steve's hand, mumbling something incoherrent into his skin.
"And I'm not a sap," he said, his voice slurring as he felt himself beginning to drift off to sleep, "I just love you so much and don't even know why you bother staying with me."
And with that, he laid there curled up limp against Steve's side, snoring softly into his neck.

"I've always loved you Buck," Steve admitted as the soft snores started to drift into his ears, "Since we were kids, I've loved you. But I love you more now. Now you've come back to me." He smiled a little when he realised that the brunet was soundly asleep and muttered, "Not tired my ass." He pressed his lips to Bucky's forehead one last time before he allowed his own eyes to close and a moment later he started to snore softly too.
For a long time, Steve slept soundly curled around Bucky until around mid day when the sun started to shine through the curtains and reflect off of Bucky's arm and into his eyes. He woke up pleasantly stretching slightly and moving out from underneath Bucky softly as he reached over to the box under the bed where he'd hid his notebook and pencil. Sitting up against the pillows with Bucky still asleep on his lap he turned to a clean page and started to sketch the soft lines of the bunet's sleeping form.

/Sharp wind cut into his face as he tried running through thick snow that reached past his knees. His hair was long, pieces of it frozen from sweat and stinging his eyes. His shoulder still stung with an aching throb where skin became metal, and he stared at the thing, his breath hitching in his throat. In the distance, he heard fast approaching voices shouting commands in Russian.
He slammed forward face first into the snow with a scream, a bullet burrying itself in his right shoulder. He couldn't move, could hardly speak, but as the footsteps drew nearer, he sobbed, "I'm J-James Buchanan B-Barnes," He found himself eye-level with a pair of combat boots, "I-I won't comply." Those boots slammed into his stomach and/-
Bucky's eye's flew open, gasping slightly as the mid afternoon sun shone brightly in his eyes. Passing his metal hand over his face, he looked up at Steve, too busy drawing to notice his look of annoyance.
"You bastard," he mumbled jokingly, pushing his nightmare aside, "I can't believe you woke up and completely ignored me." The brunet stayed perfectly still though, humming with pleasure as he burried his head in the blankets pooled in Steve's lap protecting the blond's modesty. "You better show me the goddamn drawing as payment for sitting still," Bucky grumbled, hiding his smile because he'd never tell Steve that nothing stroked his ego like being the subject of the blond's sketches.

"You looked comfortable," Steve laughed, finishing off his drawing and closing the notebook as he looked down at the sleep tousled Bucky, "And you sleep like the dead. I've given up trying to wake you." He settled his hand on the back of the brunet's head, stroking his fingers through the soft locks while he smiled down at Bucky. "Besides," he murmured, "You don't complain about me drawing you when you're asleep."
He shuffled down a little so he could wrap his arms around Bucky, pressing a kiss to his temple and pulling the blankets over them both. For a while he was silent clutching Bucky tightly as he enjoyed that peaceful after sleep feeling.
"Did you have another nightmare?" He asked eventually, "Before you woke up I mean?" Their nightmares were one of the things that truly terrified Steve, a mirror of a life that was over but remained around and ruined their sleep.