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When Loki suggests that they grab dinner, Bucky doesn't think much of it, really. It wouldn't be the first meal they've gotten together, not even the first at this particular restaurant. Honestly, once he thought about getting another one of those steaks, he stopped asking questions.

After spending the afternoon lounging around with Bopp and reading a book, he takes her for an evening walk and then showers. Since he has time, he trims the scruff on his face and cleans up the edges, and then pulls out the one black suit that he has in his closet. He bought it early on, first to blend in while he was spying on people, and then to do the same at the few parties he's been to.

It's too hot for a button down so he just puts on a dark blue v-neck tee underneath and finishes it off with his one black belt, and his one pair of dress shoes. As he pulls his watch off of the dresser, his eyes linger on the black leather gloves sitting in the top drawer. Normally, he'd wear then to cover his hand if he was dressing up and he pauses for a moment, looking down at his prosthetic and flexing his black and gold fingers. He swallows hard and then shuts the drawer, turning to look at himself in the mirror and smoothing his hair back with his hand.

"Ah, ah. Don't touch me. You'll get fur everywhere," he says as he hops out of Bopp's reach, turning to rub her behind the ears. "I'll be back."

It isn't too far to the steakhouse and the heat of the day is starting to burn away, so Bucky walks. He even whistles to himself a little on the way until someone looks at him and he realizes what he's doing. It makes him chuckle and he shakes his head, pulling his phone out of his pocket to compose a text.

I'm outside.

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With an enthralled grin, Loki watched Bucky's dramatics as he downed the liquor and laughed heartily as Bucky hesitated only a moment before pouring them another.

Downing it with another shuddering cough, Loki croaked, "It's growing on me," his eyes watering as he wheezed out a laugh.

"I don't know how Thor was always drinking this stuff," he said, leaning forward to set his glass down on the coffee table. "I ought to stay on the lookout for some proper ale."

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"Believe it or not, I've had worse," Bucky says with a laugh, lifting his legs to rest his feet on the table, legs crossed at the ankles as he leans against Loki's side. "When I was a kid, the outlawed liquor for about a decade. I drank a lot of bathtub hooch in my teens. They called it Prohibition, so the fact that's what that club is called is pretty funny."

Loki doesn't mention Thor much, and Bucky isn't sure if he should let the moment pass of acknowledge it. After a moment, he decides to go for the latter.

"I met Thor only briefly, at Stark's funeral just after everything with Thanos," he says quietly, putting his hand over Loki's where it rests on his thigh. "From what I could gather, he missed you a lot."

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"Humans do always find new and creative ways to make themselves suffer," Loki observed, grimacing at the thought of a prohibition on alcohol. What sanctimonious nonsense.

At Bucky's admission, Loki frowned, remaining motionless for a beat before turning his hand over in Bucky's grasp. "He would. He's a dreadful sap," Loki said, thinking of their last encounter at Stark Tower, and how he'd lied to him about his desire to stop the invasion.

Had it been a lie? He couldn't even be sure anymore.

"He was here. At least once before, but only briefly. I saw his name in an old directory."

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This isn't news to Bucky. He'd also gone through old directories while he was trying to learn all that he could about Darrow. All of the original Avengers were here at some point, including Steve. But that isn't really the most worrying part.

"I've been here before, apparently. Some version of me, at least," Bucky admits, biting his lip and squeezing Loki's hand, finding himself relieved that Loki will understand exactly why that specific scenario would bother him. "Just another thing I don't remember doing."

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"If what I saw at the TVA is to be believed, there are an infinite number of other versions of ourselves, doing things we have no control over," Loki said, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on the back of Bucky's hand.

"There's a version of me, who's an alligator," he said casually, as if it weren't one of the strangest things he'd ever encountered, in a very long line of strange things.

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“Comforting,” Bucky says dryly, he smiles a little as he looks down at Loki’s hand in his own, thumb stroking across his skin. It’s such a nice thing, holding hands. He had no idea just how much he liked it.

What Loki says is so out of left field that Bucky stares at the side of his head with wide eyes, waiting to see if he’s kidding. He doesn’t seem to be, so Bucky lets out a sharp bark of laughter.

“How did you know he was a Loki?” Bucky asks through his chuckling. “Did he have—“ He lifts his free hand up towards his head to mime the horned helmet that Bucky has only seen in photos.

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"The helm? Yes, he did," Loki said, lips pressed together to stifle his own laughter. "There was some debate on whether or not he was truly a Loki, but the others were convinced."

Dropping his head back against sofa, Loki's head lolled in Bucky's direction, a faint smile curling his lips. "I don't know. At that point, I'd stopped asking too many questions."

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“Amazing,” Bucky replies with an amused cackle. Somehow, he’s able to accept this without questioning it, because he can picture it so clearly in his mind.

Loki turns to look at him and Bucky’s smile softens as he reaches up to cup the side of Loki’s face in his hand, rubbing at his jaw and then sliding his fingers into his hair. “You’re prettier than an alligator, at least.”

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"He was a very handsome alligator," Loki recalled, still hiding a smile as his body turned towards Bucky, his eyes fluttering shut briefly at the gentle slide of fingers in his hair. With a sigh, Loki shifted himself up, moving to sit astride Bucky's lap, forearms draped across his shoulders.

"Shall we take the dog out for a walk before we end up without our clothes?" Loki asked, leaning so close, but they still had not kissed. There seemed to be an unspoken challenge made between them:

Which one of them would give in first?

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“Of course he was,” Bucky replies, sitting back a little as Loki shifts easily into his lap, hands going to Loki’s hips as he looks up at that infuriatingly handsome face.

“You expect me to put out on the first date?” He teases, chuckling as he slides his hands over the curve of Loki’s ass to give it a gentle squeeze.

“You’re making it difficult for me to want to leave this apartment,” he admits, smiling as he tugs Loki’s shirt out of the waistband of his slacks enough for him to slide a hand underneath.

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"I'm afraid that ship sailed a while ago," Loki pointed out, though if Bucky wanted to keep things chaste for the evening, whatever his reasons, Loki certainly wouldn't have argued.

"I am, aren't I?" He agreed, eyes bright and smiling as he arched into Bucky's touch. They ought to have had their fill of one another that afternoon, but it seemed they hadn't.

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"You're like catnip," he says, managing to sound annoyed by it. A glance over his shoulder tells him that Bopp is still happily chewing away and it's only been a few hours since she was walked, so he can put it off for a little while. There are more pressing matters at hand.

"I think we can avoid leaving for a little while," Bucky assures him, putting his metal arm under Loki's ass and standing up, easily lifting Loki with him. He carries Loki down the hall but stops before he makes it to the bedroom, pressing him to the wall next to the door instead.

"Are you waiting for me to kiss you first?" He asks in a low, rumbling voice, smirking a little as he slowly rolls his hips against Loki's, using them to pin him against the wall.

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Loki laughed happily as he was lifted up in Bucky's arms, legs locking around Bucky's hips to help lighten the load.

"Is that what it seems like?" Loki asked, eyes bright and his lips parting on a sigh as Bucky rocked against him. Lifting a hand to Bucky's face, Loki thumbed at his bottom lip, tugging his mouth open slightly before lunging forward to claim it in a kiss.

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"A little, yeah," he says with a low chuckle, watching him with an open mouthed grin as Loki touches his face, eyes darkening as his mouth is pulled open. It's a relief when Loki kisses him, and he hums his approval as their tongues meet. Kisses with Loki always seem especially lewd and messy in a way that Bucky really likes, even though he can so easily get lost in them. Maybe especially because of that.

By the time Bucky pulls him away from the wall, they're both hard in their trousers and he groans, kissing along Loki's jaw before dumping him back into the center of the bed, crawling onto it after him. He stares down at him for a moment, hair spilling over his forehead as he cups Loki's face in his hands.

"I'm glad you caved," he teases warmly, thumbing roughly at the corner of Loki's mouth before leaning down to kiss him again.

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Grunting out a laugh when his back hit the mattress, Loki pushed a hand through Bucky's hair, nuzzling shamelessly into his palm and arching into the weight pressing him down onto the mattress.

"I've never been very good at denying myself," Loki admitted, rucking Bucky's shirt up his torso and urging it over his head.

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"That makes one of us," Bucky admits with a laugh, because he's sort of perfected the art of doing just that for a very long time. This is different, though. This is something he couldn't deny even if he wanted to. There are still so many reasons why this is a bad idea, but none of them seem to matter enough for him to stop.

He lifts his arms to let Loki pull his shirt off and then leans again, kissing along Loki's neck as plucks open the buttons of Loki's shirt. The material is soft and slippery under his hands and Bucky thumbs at one of Loki's nipples through it, pinching at it as his metal hand pulls one side of his shirt open and slides down his flank and over his hip, dipping under the waistband of his pants.

"Can you still feel me from this morning?" Bucky asks quietly, tugging the other side of his shirt open and kissing him on the mouth again, dragging their hips together.

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Loki groaned, an incoherent jumble of syllables which might have been an answer if his tongue hadn't momentarily stuck to the roof of his mouth.

Clearing his throat, he said, "I haven't been given much time to forget." His breathless, offhanded answer really meant yes. Yes, he could still feel him, whether physically or simply through the clarity of his memory, but that didn't make Loki want him any less.

His hands were on Bucky's chest, his sides, mapping out his body, despite having already spent ample time doing so. He didn't think he would ever tire of relearning this body, or getting to know the man in possession of it.

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Bucky grins at the reaction and kisses under his jaw, down the side of his neck, pausing to press the flat of his tongue to Loki's pulse. They were just here less than half a day ago, in this same position elsewhere in the city, but it feels like it's been ages. It's absurd, really, how much Bucky wants him.

"Is there anything you want to do?" He asks as he kisses across Loki's chest, brushing his beard across one of Loki's nipples before covering it with his mouth and sucking. It's an easy thing to ask because he knows that Loki is more experienced of the two of them, especially when it comes to sex with men. Bucky feels a little as if he spent his life eating grilled cheese and has now suddenly been set in front of a buffet. He has no idea where to begin.

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"Perhaps it's a cliche, but anything, everything comes to mind," he murmured, burying his hands in Bucky's hair, the soft strands of it slipping between his fingers.

What he wanted, even he struggled to put a voice to. He could discuss at length all the filthy details of sex, whispering into Bucky's ear until he tumbled over the edge into bliss with hardly a hand on him. He wanted to fuck and be fucked, to taste and be tasted, but above all, he found himself wanting to be held. He found himself wanting to stay. Not just for a few hours, but for the night.

He was familiar with wanting. He'd wanted praise and attention and acceptance his entire life. Worship, though that no longer seemed so appealing. He'd wanted love, even when he'd been unable to ask for it, or give it very well in return. He wanted the same things now, his focus had simply changed.

"I want to roll you over onto your belly and open you up with my tongue," he admitted, "I want you trembling and desperate before I make you come with my hands... my mouth..." He arched against Bucky's mouth, knees drawn up around his hips. "I want you so relaxed afterward that you're able get at least few hours sleep, here in this big, soft bed with me."

He chuckled softly to himself. "Is that too tall an order?"

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When Bucky asked the question, simple as he might have thought it was, he supposes that he should have prepared for Loki to stun him. He presses his forehead against Loki's as he speaks, and while the words do arouse him, it's the wave of emotion that makes him so silent and still, breaking shakily against Loki's cheek, visibly affected by what's being said.

It's filthy and sweet and romantic all at once and Bucky's chest seems to swell with a warmth it couldn't possibly contain. Anything, Bucky said, and Loki chose wanting him to feel safe and get rest. It's so thoughtful that Bucky has to swallow past a lump in his throat, nodding a little before kissing Loki again, softer this time.

"I think that can be arranged, yeah," he says in a trembling voice, and he wonders if this will be the night that he finally stops denying himself the experience of having Loki inside of him. It feels like such a big thing to ask for and he isn't sure how he'll feel until he's in the moment, so he doesn't bring it up.

"I want you to stay here with me tonight," he murmurs quietly, reaching up to put his metal hand on the side of Loki's head and kissing him again. It feels like his heart and his cock are throbbing in time with one another and he rolls them over so that Loki is hovering over him, rumpled shirt hanging from his shoulders. "And in the morning I'll walk the dog and get us breakfast and bring it back to you while you sleep in, because I just know you're the type to sleep in."

He says it in the exact same tone Loki used to talk about putting him on his belly, and he looks up at Loki pleadingly as he pushes the shirt down over his shoulders, spreading his thighs to make room for Loki between them. "Okay?"

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Unprepared for the utterly stunned look that overcame Bucky's face, Loki had to wonder if he'd gone too far, opened himself up too much, stripped them both too close to the bone. He smoothed a hand down Bucky's spine, soothing him, or perhaps anchoring them both. He always felt a little too close to madness, in these moments.

Bucky rolled them, Loki's weight settling between his thighs, his hair falling wildly about his face. "I'm not going anywhere," he promised, shrugging out of his shirt and bracing a hand on the mattress by Bucky's head. A hand cupping Bucky's cheek, he rolled his hips, dragging their cocks together, both desperately hard inside their trousers.

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"Good," Bucky pants out, eyes wide and bright because whether he intended it to be or not, it's the perfect thing to say. Loki isn't going to leave him. There will be times that Loki is elsewhere and focused on someone else, but that's okay. The same is true for Bucky, and he's good. It means that they don't have to make a choice. No one has to leave.

"Good," he says again, this time reaching down between them to undo the buckle of Loki's belt, yanking it out of his slacks with a hissing sound and tossing it over his shoulder where it hits the floor with a clatter. He gets Loki's pants open and shoves his right hand down into his underwear, grabbing at his cock and groaning as if he were touching himself.

"Take your pants off," he growls out, pulling his hand out to kiss Loki again and then undo his own pants, lifting his lips to shove them down over his ass, grunting when his cock slaps against his belly. Bucky hooks his foot in Loki's pants and pushes them down, kicking at them until they're off and Bucky can grab at Loki's hips, tugging him onto his knees.

"Let me fuck you like this," Bucky pleads, grabbing his cock and positioning the wet head of it at Loki's hole, nudging without pressing in, and then replacing them with his dry fingertips, rubbing lightly against Loki's hole in hopes that lube might suddenly appear there. As much as he likes doing most things himself, that's a very neat trick. "Then we can go walk the dog and I'm yours for the rest of the night. You can take your time, do whatever you want. I just fucking need you right now."

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Laughing helplessly, Loki scrambled to squirm out of his pants, the two of them wrestling their clothes out of the way. Clambering further up Bucky's body until he was kneeling over his hips, one hand braced against the headboard of Bucky's bed.

"Lucky for both of us, riding your cock was my second choice," he said breathlessly, as he reached back to grasp Bucky's cock. With a familiar glow of magic, Loki's palm was slick as he stroked him, and with a smirk, he slipped his slick fingers along the crack of his ass, transferring some of the lubricant to himself and Bucky's questing fingertips.

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"Fuck," Bucky groans out, laughing at the same time. Loki is so effortlessly sexy and Bucky stares up at him unabashedly, taking in the lean stretch of his arm, the shadow of hair beneath, the masculine shift of his muscles. He draws his knees up, heels planted against the bed as Loki's slick fingers slide against his own. It feels particularly lewd in a way that makes his cock twitch in Loki's grip.

He presses one finger into Loki, then pulls it out and pushes two back in. It's a shoddy job at stretching him open but it's better than nothing, and Loki's body always seems so receptive to him, eager as the rest of him.

"Then ride me," Bucky tells him, pulling his fingers free and knocking Loki's away so he can grab his cock and press the head inside of him, tossing himself back against a pile of pillows and grabbing Loki's hips so he can watch, grinning teasingly as he drags Loki down onto his thick cock. "Give me dinner and a show, doll."

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"Oh, god, you're awful," Loki said, moaning through his laughter as he settled astride Bucky's hips, his thick cock spearing him to the hilt. "I was being very romantic, and now you've gone and cheapened it," he said, eyes alight with amusement and his body clenched down tight as he pointedly rocked his hips.

He sat back, giving Bucky an unobscured view of his body, the elegant line of his neck, the lean muscles of his torso, his stiff cock standing out hard and flushed from between his spread thighs. Because Bucky asked for a show, Loki swiveled his hips slowly, fucking himself deliberately and skillfully and all for Bucky's perusal.