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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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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.

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"I love it when you're romantic," Bucky admits, unable to help himself because even though he knows that Loki is teasing him, he wants to make himself very clear and he doesn't quite have the nerve when they're not like this.

And then Loki is sitting up and moving his hips, thighs flexing as he fucks himself on Bucky's cock, putting on the show that he requested. The lamp next to his bed is the only light in the room and it casts Loki in a low golden light as he moves, leaving Bucky utterly transfixed. He stares at Loki, sweeping his gaze up and down and then resting his metal hand on Loki's strong thigh.

The other hand goes to his cock, fingers wrapping around long enough to coax a dribble of fluid from the slit. Bucky gathers it with his thumb and gives into the wild urge to reach up and spread it across Loki's ridiculous mouth, making his lips shine in the low light.

"I like it when you talk dirty, too," he admits breathlessly, flushing in splotchy patches along his chest as he licks his thumb clean, and then licks his palm before returning his hand to Loki's cock, stroking it in time with the deep rolls of his hips. "I like-- fuck, I like that you're gonna put your tongue in my ass later. I've thought about it so much since the last time."

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"I know you do," Loki admitted, his flushed, dark-eyed expression somehow softening in the moment, his breath stuttering as something tightened briefly in his chest. His lips parted for Bucky's slick thumb, his tongue sweeping out to taste himself on Bucky's skin. He groaned, leaned forward again to brace himself on the headboard, his other hand curving along the side of Bucky's neck.

"So have I," he murmured, his smile perhaps more affectionate than their words might've called for. "You blushed all the way down your back, last time. And you didn't even let me put my tongue in you. You don't even know how good it's going to be," he teased, lifting a hand to Bucky's face, his thumb settling in the divot of his chin.

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Bucky rocks up to meet Loki's hips as they move, strokes his cock in time, but he lets Loki set the pace. He's the one inside of Loki but it feels a little like he's the one getting fucked, with Loki leaning over him and making him whimper, shivering at the sound of those words in that voice, said with such obvious desire and affection. Bucky feels like he's melting.

"You can tonight," Bucky pants out, and he's pretty Loki can have more than that. He doesn't want to turn it into some big sappy thing but he can't imagine a better night than tonight, content and safe and in his space, after such a wonderful day. He can't even remember all the reasons that he was so nervous about it. Loki's fingers inside of him earlier that day had felt incredible, and he knows that it could only get better, and he'll be safe. "I can still feel you, too."

Loki's thumb is on his chin but it slides upwards as Bucky opens his mouth on a moan, so he pulls the digit between his lips and sucks on it, licking at the pad of it and feeling the whorls against his tongue as he stares up at Loki's face.

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Loki groaned, his hips stuttering briefly out of rhythm and his breath hitching as the slight change of angle sent a spark of pleasure through him. In the growing number of times they'd done this, they'd normally settled into a more frantic pace by now, but he was determined to take his time.

"After all this, it's fairly safe to assume I'll be feeling you for days," Loki admitted, flashing a grin that was somehow both smug and sheepish, another symptom of the strange, harmonious dichotomy that was them. Friends who ought to have been enemies, who'd become lovers after realizing they'd been dancing around one another for months. They were absolutely nothing and everything alike, perhaps headed for disaster but both hoping for something better.

He saw something in Bucky's eyes, something unnameable, cheeks hollowed around Loki's thumb, his cock pressed in so deep, and Loki's cock leaked steadily, balls drawing up tight. "I'm already so close," he murmured, thighs trembling and his forehead dropping to rest against Bucky's own.

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"Good," Bucky growls out, because he likes the thought of that. Maybe it's a little possessive, but not because he seeks to control Loki, or keep him all to himself. He doesn't want to do that, but he likes knowing that wherever Loki is, he might be thinking of Bucky.

No, he doesn't want to claim Loki as his own, but maybe he could write his name on one small piece that Loki will carry with him.

"It's okay, me too," Bucky admits once he's released Loki's thumb. He curls his arm around Loki's shoulder, bent elbow resting on his back as his fingers sink into Loki's hair, holding him close and panting against his mouth. Under other circumstances, he might want to draw it out, but he knows that this is just a first round. They're taking that sharp edge off, and then they'll have the rest of the night to take their time.

"Come on, babe," he breathes out, tightening his grip and stroking Loki's cock a little faster, a little harder, thumb pressing up under the head because they've done this enough for Bucky to know that he'll like it. His own orgasm seems to take him by surprise and he comes with a loud groan against Loki's mouth, gritting his teeth as his body tenses up. "Fuck."

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It was as much Bucky's orgasm that brought on his own, the two of them holding each other tight and rocking together as best they could in what little space they allowed each other. It no longer seemed novel that the hand around his cock was metal, the tight vice of it just a bit dangerous— or, it might have been, if they hadn't somehow stumbled headlong into trusting each other explicitly.

Letting out a shuddering sob of a sound, Loki finally went still, his come smearing between their bellies. He swallowed thickly, murmuring a quiet, almost absent, "James," as he framed Bucky's face in his hands and tried to catch his breath.

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Bucky moans Loki comes, the tight clench of his body prolonging Bucky's pleasure until he's shuddering. He strokes Loki through it, pulling his hand away before it can become overwhelming and resting it on his back instead, dragging it slowly down to the base of his spine.

Loki is holding his face and Bucky swallows hard, tipping his chin up to press an off-center kiss to his mouth and pulling him closer, hand sliding down over Loki's ass to grip the back of his thigh.

"That was almost as good as the cake," Bucky jokes breathlessly, chuckling and kissing him again, letting it linger.

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Laughing weakly, Loki murmured, "Yes, almost," the words muffled by a lazy kiss, Loki's tongue licking its way past Bucky's lips to taste him.

Breaking the kiss, Loki fell uncharacteristically silent for a long moment, his nose tucked into the crook of Bucky's jaw, just breathing him in. Finally, he lifted his head, eyes sparkling with amusement, brow arched, and said, "Babe?"

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They stay quiet for a moment, coming down and catching their breath, but the look on Loki’s face when he raises his head makes Bucky nervous in a playful sort of way. He groans at the question and tips his head back into the pillow as he blushes, laughing at being called out.

“It just slipped out,” he admits with a chuckle, setting his head back on the pillow and biting his bottom lip as he slides his hands up Loki’s thighs. “Couldn’t be helped, sorry.”

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"See that it doesn't happen again," he teased, his smile suggesting that he wouldn't have minded it quite so much.

Gripping Bucky's chin in one hand, Loki leaned down for another kiss, tugging Bucky's bitten lip from between his teeth with a nudge of his tongue. With a sigh, Loki lifted off of him and stretched out along his side, smoothing a hand through the mess on Bucky's stomach and biting playfully at the curve of his shoulder.

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“No pet names, got it,” Bucky chuckles, hissing as Loki shifts up to let Bucky’s cock slip from his body. He lays down beside Bucky and his chuckles as Loki’s hand spreads his own come across Bucky’s skin.

“Messy,” he chides playfully, even as he grabs Loki’s hand by the wrist and lifts it to his face so he can lick at the pads of his fingers, pulling the tip of one into his mouth to bite at it playfully.

“Okay, I need to take Bopp for a quick walk and then you’ll have my undivided attention,” Bucky tells him, rolling up onto his knees to hover over him on all fours. “You should come with us.”

He gives Loki a quick kiss and rolls off of the bed, feeling a little energized by their quick fuck as he heads into the bathroom to dampen a washcloth. He wipes down his stomach and cock and then folds it in half to lean over and do the same to Loki, cleaning him gently only to drop the wet, soiled cloth down onto his face before moving to his dresser to pull out some sweats.

“Do you want to borrow something?” Bucky asks as he steps into a pair of thin black pants. “Or are you going to conjure up some designer leisurewear?”

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Loki could've easily taken care of the mess, but there was a casual intimacy in the act of allowing himself to be cleaned, and warm affection blossomed in h—

"Ugh," he exclaimed, dragging the cloth off of his face and chucking it in Bucky's direction. "Miscreant," he accused, though is annoyance was largely for show. Drawing himself up to sit on the edge of the bed, he watched as Bucky rifled through his drawers in search of clothes.

"Why waste the energy when I've got you to dress me," he said, as if they didn't both enjoy the idea of him wearing Bucky's clothes.