for sylvie

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[From here.]


“Yes, an actual bed,” Bucky says with a genuine laugh of his own, spurred on by lovely sound of Sylvie’s own laughter. He finds himself wanting to make her laugh again and again.

They get dressed and the blanket disappears back from wherever it came, and the walk back to Bucky’s building is pleasant and calm, even if he does feel anticipation rising in his belly. Sometimes she makes him feel as if he’s on fire, her and Loki both. He hasn’t felt like this since he was just a dumb kid whose only concern was trying to figure out which girl at the dance hall might let him under her skirt.

Once they make it into the building and inside the elevator, Bucky hits the button for his floor and then stands next to her with his hands behind his back, trying not to touch her, not because he doesn’t want to, but because he wants to so much that he’s afraid that he won’t be able to stop once he does.

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The sound that Sylvie makes gives him almost as much pleasure as her tongue dragging eagerly up his cock. He groans against her cunt, knees bending as he spreads his thighs. For a moment, it's nearly sensory overload-- the tip of her tongue pressing at the head of his cock, her taste in his mouth, her smell all around her, the heat coming off of her cunt. Bucky has to pull away to take a ragged breath, grunting and turning to bite at the inside of her thigh.

"Fuck, Sylvie," he gasps out, squeezing at her hips as he lifts his head to drag his tongue over her clit, sucking at the hood of it as his nose presses in against her cunt. For a moment it feels like he's drowning in her, but he's more than willing to let himself sink.

His cock sinks into her mouth and Bucky lets out a low moan against her, cock twitching when he realizes that they're tasting themselves on each other. It's unreasonably hot and Bucky slides his hands around to Sylvie's ass, grabbing her cheeks and spreading her open as he presses his tongue as deeply into her as he can, face pressed eagerly into her cunt.

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She likes that, the bite of teeth against the meat of her thigh, and she moans around him, one hand on the base of his cock, the other slipping between his legs to cup his balls. He's never been anything but wonderfully enthusiastic and this is no different, the way he sinks into her, licking and sucking, and she knows if she were to push her hips back just slightly, sink down on him, he'd be able to taste and smell and see nothing but her.

For now she sets herself to the task of his beautiful cock, licking down the length of him again before using her tongue to tease at the head. He tastes amazing, beneath the taste of herself on him, the skin velvety soft, burning hot to the touch, and she sinks her head down again, taking him deep, then deeper still.

The way Bucky grabs at her, spreading her wider, is pulls another long moan from her, her muscles clenching around his tongue as she tugs gently at his balls.

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It's obvious that Sylvie likes it when he's a little bit rough, and maybe it's because no one else has ever dared to handle her this way. The only reason Bucky does is because she lets him, because she wants him to, so he grips the front of her thighs and momentarily lifts her off of the bed as he presses his face against her, dragging his tongue through the folds of her cunt, over her hole and then higher still, over the tight curl of muscle above it.

Her knees settle back down on either side of her head and Bucky's mouth closes over her clit as he shifts his good hand so he can press two fingers inside of her. They sink in just as his cock nudges at the back of her throat, and they moan in tandem.

If Loki were here, he thinks suddenly, it would be so easy for him to get on his knees behind her, to fuck her while Bucky's face was pressed so intimately between them. He groans at the thought, hips jerking when Sylvie swallows around his cock, and then start to fuck her hard with two fingers, twisting and pressing in deep as he flicks his tongue against her clit, trying to drive her to dizzying heights of pleasure.

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It might be difficult for some to focus on the task at hand while Bucky has his mouth on them, his fingers inside of them, but Sylvie finds she can concentrate just fine. While what he's doing makes her shudder with pleasure, heat licking through her, her hips rocking against his face, she's never gone down on him before. It's rather easy, she thinks, to pour nearly all her attention into sucking his cock.

She pulls back, licking the head of his cock again, dragging her tongue around it, then sinks back down. Following her mouth with her hand, Sylvie's head begins to bob, slowly at first, taking Bucky deeper before backing off again, enough to suck just the head of his cock.

With her elbow braced on the bed, she strokes his balls at the same time, sinking onto his cock, swallowing around him, fingertips sneaking back further, behind his balls, stroking against the ring of muscle between his cheeks.

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Sylvie might be able to concentrate, but Bucky finds himself struggling. She sucks him so eagerly, enthusiastically, tugging at his balls as she swallows around the head of his cock, and Bucky's head falls back to the bed as he lets out a soft cry of pleasure. And then her fingers move, rubbing deliberately at his hole, sending even more pleasure through him.

"You can put your fingers in me if you want," he pants out, cock twitching against her tongue as he pushes his fingers into Sylvie again, as deep as they can go, thumb sliding up over her clit. There is no hesitation, no nervousness, because he trusts her enough to let her inside of him, to make him feel good.

After letting out another grunt, he lifts his head and spreads his fingers a little inside of her, licking between them and then pulling them out to replace them with his tongue, pressing it into her as he drags his knuckles lightly back and forth over her clit, pinching it lightly between knuckle and thumb.

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Even with her lips stretched around him, the words make a little smile flicker at the corners of Sylvie's mouth. There's trust in them, something that still concerns her now and then, something she worries she might one day take advantage of, but even beyond that, it opens the doors to other things they might experiment with in the future.

Sylvie's always been rather fluid in terms of sexuality, preferences, desires, but she hasn't exactly had the space in which to explore. Now, though, there's time and there's safety.

"I can find other things to put in you," she answers in a low voice, grinning as she pulls back from his cock so she can use her saliva to slick her fingers. Her hips are rocking against him, a shuddering moan escaping as he uses his fingers, his tongue, the way he touches her clit with his knuckles. Her thighs are burning, trembling, and she pauses, breathing heavily for a moment.

"Next time," she adds before she presses one slick finger inside of him at the same time as she takes his cock into her mouth again.

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“Jesus, you’re gonna kill me,” Bucky groans out, chuckling at her words. He isn’t even sure what she means by other things but already he realizes that he wouldn’t deny her. With Sylvie and with Loki, he thinks he’d try anything once. They make him feel so hungry, like he’ll never quite get enough of them.

Her finger slides into his body so confidently, with no hesitation, and Bucky lets out a low moan against her cunt, lapping at her clit with slow, thorough licks as he adjusts to the intrusion. His fingers dip into her cunt again, pressing in deep, and then he slides them back to the tight curl of muscle just above it. He’s never touched a woman there and he rubs curiously, feeling the muscle pucker around the pad of his finger.

“Does this feel good for you?” He pants out with a sincere sort of curiosity, pressing just the tip of his middle finger into her ass and then pulling it away to drag his tongue over her cunt and then her asshole too, pressing the point of his tongue against it. “I’ve never fucked a woman in the ass.”

It feels like a crude thing to say, but Sylvie won’t mind, not when she has a finger up his ass and her mouth full of his cock.

His head falls to the bed again and he spreads her open with his hands, taking a moment to just look because he has the time. She’s got a beautiful cunt, slick and pink, so wet that a drop of fluid rolls down the inside of her thigh and Bucky turns his head to follow it with his tongue, doing his best to suck a mark against her pale skin.

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Bucky is so open with her that it sometimes frightens her. Even before tonight, before things have shifted for them, Sylvie has known she holds a lot of power when it comes to this man, but then, he holds a lot of power, too. More than she likes to acknowledge even to herself.

The sound she makes should be enough of an answer for him. A guttural sort of moan shivers out of her around his cock, her body moving back with his tongue as he licks her.

Every time she needs to speak, she has to pull back from his cock, and she doesn't want to, wants to use her tongue, her lips, she wants to take him deep into her throat and make him come, but she wants to tell him, too. She wants to see and feel what it does to him.

"You can with me," she says in a low, rough voice. She licks his cock again, a long drag of her tongue. "Whenever you want."

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"Fuck," he gasps out, squeezing hard at her ass cheeks and nearly pushing her down right then and there, but he doesn't. Later, when he's less crazed and can take his time. For now, he slides his fingers through the folds of her cunt, getting them wet and slick and then pressing his middle finger into her ass, mostly because he wants to know what every part of her feels like. "You're so tight."

She's always tight, clutching at his cock even as he sinks into her with no resistance, but this is like a vice grip and Bucky groans as he sinks his finger into the knuckle, watching her body swallow the digit. It's fascinating, but then she sucks hard at the head of his cock and he lets out a soft cry, lifting his head to press his tongue into her cunt again.

"Whenever I want," he repeats in a raspy, awed sort of tone, grunting as his thighs tense. He slides his finger out of her and switches hands, sinking two cool, metal fingers into her cunt and pumping them in and out of her hard and quick as he sucks at her clit, wanting so badly to make her come.

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She likes that very much, the way he responds to her promise, and she smiles as best she can while taking his cock deeper into his mouth. A thousand years of practice has made it so Sylvie knows what she’s doing, but more importantly, a thousand years has taught her that everyone likes different things, and she pays close attention to the things that make Bucky moan.

But then, she supposes he’s paid attention, too, and when he pushes those metal fingers into her cunt, she moans around him, momentarily thrown off her rhythm by the sensation. There’s something so good about the cool metal and the knowledge of what he can do with that powerful arm.

Though she doesn’t want to, she has to pull back from his cock, leaving her finger where it is, enclosed in the heat of his body, because she can’t focus at all with the onslaught, the way he’s licking her, fucking her with his fingers. Her toes curl against the bed on either side of his body and she sits back a little, gasping at the feeling before the heat inside her snaps and she’s coming with a cry.

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Sylvie pulls off of his cock and rocks back against his face, leaving Bucky to slide his fingers out of her and rub at her clit instead, licking into as she goes tense. When she comes, she shakes apart with it and Bucky reaches up to put his other hand on her hip, rubbing soothingly as he laps at her pulsing cunt.

Her thighs are trembling a little and Bucky feels not smug, but proud of himself. He’s glad that he can make her come so hard, and he hums his contentment as he drags his tongue over her stiff clit, sucking gently before he lets his head fall back to the bed. His face and hands are wet from her cunt and he licks his lips before turning to wipe his mouth against the inside of her thigh just to let her feel what a mess she’s made of him.

His own cock is still rock hard and and the finger she has hooked inside of his body is a maddening sort of pressure, but he can be patient. Or maybe—

“Can I come inside of you again?” He pants out, and maybe he’d flush if he was less desperately aroused.

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Panting heavily, Sylvie is prepared to take Bucky back into her mouth, swallow him as deep as she can, when he asks if he can come inside of her again. She stifles another moan against the cut of his hip and then nods, breathless and wonderfully sore and utterly exhausted.

And entirely looking forward to doing all this again. And again.

“Sit up,” she orders, sliding off him slowly, then turning to face him. “Back against the headboard.”

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Coming from anyone else, Bucky might have balked at the command. Now, coming from Sylvie, naked and beautiful and glistening with sweat, Bucky follows it eagerly, abs flexing as he sits up and pulls himself backward until he’s leaning back against the headboard.

His cock is flushed a dark pink and leaking at the head, painfully hard, but doesn’t touch it. Instead he just reaches forward for Sylvie, wanting so badly to get his hands back on her, to get back inside of her body.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he gasps out, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and then licking his bottom lip, tasting her all over himself, like she’s marked him somehow. Perhaps she has.

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Sylvie climbs onto Bucky, into his lap, positioning herself over his cock without preamble. Her body is still trembling from her own orgasm and she feels like she’s craving him, having him inside of her. Without waiting, hands braced on Bucky’s chest, she sinks down onto him easily, the way already slicked.

At the compliment, she flashes a quick grin, then leans in to kiss Bucky. She can taste herself on his lips, in his mouth, on his tongue. It makes her moan, sinking deeper into the kiss, licking herself from him.

“Fuck,” she breathes, moving her hips, rolling them to have him sink deeper inside her.

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Sylvie wastes no time, doesn’t tease, simply climbs astride his lap and sits on his cock, sheathing it inside of her body with one swift motion. Bucky grunts and grabs at her hips, flaring out from a narrow waist. Her breasts are perfect, big and round with the pinkest nipples that Bucky has ever seen, and he wants so badly to pull one of them into his mouth, but then she’s kissing him and it’s even better. She licks at his tongue, at his lips, and he realizes that she’s tasting herself, eagerly chasing it, and it’s so hot that Bucky nearly comes right there.

Thankfully, he manages to hold himself back, because he isn’t ready for this to be over yet. While Sylvie bounces on his cock, grinding herself down against his hips, Bucky cups her tits in both hands and squeezes, pinching and tugging at her nipples before dropping his hands to her waist again.

As strong and powerful as Sylvie is, she’s still very light, so Bucky is able to lift her as if she weighed nothing at at all, holding her for a moment with just the head of his cock held in her cunt, and then dragging her back down hard onto it, burying himself as deep into her body as he can. “Fuck, Sylvie, you feel so good.”

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For much of her life, sex has been rushed. It hasn't all been bad, Sylvie sees no point in bothering with sex if it's not enjoyable, but it's always been rushed out of necessity. There simply hadn't been the time or the space to be loud, to allow herself to be distracted from her safety. Everything was for the sake of getting off and nothing else.

It's different here.

Bucky touches her, kisses her, he moans, breathless, and compliments her. She braces herself against his stomach, both her hands splayed, and she gasps as he lifts her, then drags her back down. Their bodies are dragging together and she curls her nails under, scratching against his skin.

"Do what you want," she tells him, a level of trust allowed to almost no one. "What do you want?"

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The words, and what she gives Bucky with them, makes him shiver with pleasure and he groans, head tipping back against the headboard. Her nails bite at his skin, adding the slightest edge of pain that only seems to add to everything else, making it brighter and more intense.

He shifts his metal hand to the small of her back and pulls her in tighter, laying his other forearm along her spine and sliding his fingers up into her hair, lightly gripping the base of her skull. His hips rock up and he smiles at her, sliding his pinky and ring finger down to rub at the tight ring of muscle above her cunt, if only to add to her pleasure, and to be touching her everywhere.

"I have exactly what I want," Bucky tells her, looking her right in the eye for a moment before kissing her on the mouth, biting gently at her bottom lip. "I've wanted this. I want you so badly, Sylvie."

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Those words ought to make her nervous, but maybe she's just so overwhelmed by pleasure that she can't focus on it for long. She's wanted him, too, since even before that first night together and things had become complicated, confusing, and they finally feel as if they've worked themselves out.

They're here and she can be with him, but she can be with Loki, too. She can love him and still want this.

And everything feels okay.

"Fuck," she says on a harsh exhale, rolling her hips into his touch, riding his cock, her breath pulling out of her in another gasp as they kiss.

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Bucky is so close, teeth gritting together as the pleasure at the base of his spine grows into something white hot and barely containable, but he wants to come with Sylvie. He wants to make her feel good, over and over, so he pushes himself up and lays her back on the bed, leaning over her and grabbing her thigh as he fucks her with hard, deep thrusts, hips snapping as he buries his cock inside of her again and again.

“I want you to come again,” he tells her breathlessly, staring down at her as he moves his good hand between her legs, rubbing at her clit and giving it a gentle pinch between his thumb and forefinger, grunting as he presses his metal hand into the bed next to her head. “One more for me.”

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That he isn't afraid of moving her, manhandling her, as it were, only makes it all feel better for Sylvie. She bites down on her lower lip as Bucky gets her flat on her back again, her fingers curving over his ass, holding onto him as he fucks into her.

She's lost count of how many times she's come tonight and while it's hardly a competition or an attempt to reach the highest number of orgasms, she has to think it's rather impressive. Her body feels wonderfully wrung out already and yet she knows she has another in her, especially with the way his cock feels, his fingers on her clit.

"Just for you," she manages to tease just before her orgasm hits her, almost unexpectedly. Her back arches and she comes with a gasp, clinging to Bucky.

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The words make Bucky groan and thrust a little harder, fucking her through her orgasm with deep rolls of his hips. She isn’t all his, and he knows that. He’s fine with that. He has no desire to own her or control her, none at all, but right here in this moment, she’s his.

He’s the one making her feel like this, making her body twitch and tremble with pleasure, making her gasp like the sound has been pulled out of her. This orgasm really is all for him, coaxed out of her with his cock and his hands, and he grits his teeth to try and hold back, to make it last, but her cunt pulsing around his bare cock proves to be too much.

Bucky comes with a strangled cry, spilling even more of his come into her body. He’s not sure he’ll ever get used to the sensation, or be able to explain why it’s so deeply arousing, but he’s grateful for it. He stays there, buried deep inside of her, and goes limp on top of her, knowing that she can take his weight.

“We’re really good at this,” he pants out against her ear, chuckling as he presses a kiss just below it.

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She can feel it, the shuddering of his muscles, the pulsing of his cock, the warmth that floods out of her after flooding into her. She can feel Bucky's come sticky against the inside of her thighs, dripping down toward the bed, making a complete mess, and she moans softly, shivering beneath him.

When he collapses on top of her, her arms loop around him, holding him close. She trails fingers down his sweaty back, a lighter touch than she's offered at perhaps any other time, and she turns her head to press her lips to the skin of his cheek, then his jaw.

"We are very good at this," she agrees with a soft, rough sounding laugh.

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Bucky hums in agreement, eyes closing at the feeling of Sylvie's lips pressing softly to his skin. After a few quiet moments, Bucky kisses the top of her shoulder as he gently pulls out of her, rolling onto his back next to her and huffing out a cleansing breath.

Unlike the last time they did this, Bucky feels no desire to get up and leave before things can get awkward. This is his apartment, for one, but things are different this time. This is more than just sex, more than just blowing off steam.

"I think you might have actually worn me out," he admits with a laugh, turning onto his side and loosely curling an arm around her waist, nosing at her shoulder.

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"Good," she says, her tone smug. "You're exhausting most of the time."

Her tone is fond, her hand on his arm gentle. She's making no effort to get up and take herself home, even though she thinks she might sooner or later. It isn't that she doesn't want to be here, but she isn't sure what Bucky expects, if he's waiting for her to leave, uncomfortable with sharing his space.

Something has changed tonight, she's just not sure the extent of it.

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"How do you even put up with me?" Bucky drawls out in response to her teasing, smiling as he holds her. She doesn't try to get up but she isn't entirely relaxed, and for a moment he isn't sure what to do. But they've been honest with each other tonight, so he doesn't see a reason to try and hold himself back.

"I would like it if you stayed the night," he says after a moment, leaning in to press a soft kiss to her jaw. "But I would understand if you'd rather be in your own space. I know it's a lot. I-- yeah, I can't even remember when I slept next to another person."