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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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"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.

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“Mm.” Bucky doesn’t answer the question, instead rifling through his clean clothes to pull out another pair of black sweats and a light blue t-shirt. He hands them out to Loki with a raised brow. “I’m not going to get these back either, am I?”

His tone is dry but he’s smirking, eyes alight with amusement. He likes it when Loki wears his clothes, especially because he’s doing it solely because he wants to. He could conjure up anything he wanted, but he chooses Bucky’s sweatpants instead.

He pulls on his socks and sneakers and then leaves the room, leaving Loki to get dressed and catch up as he grabs Bopp’s leash from its designated hook.

“You wanna go for a walk?” Bucky asks, and Bopp comes tearing across the room to dance happily around his legs. He smiles and clips the leash to her collar, crouching down to cup her furry face in both hands.

“And then you’ve got to entertain yourself for the rest of the night because your dad’s getting laid,” he says happily, scratching her behind the ears. “We’ll go on an extra long run tomorrow.”

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"Probably not," Loki agreed, pulling on the sweats, which he wasn't terrible fond of, and the shirt, which he'd definitely be keeping. Just a few paces behind Bucky, Loki made his way into the living room, a pair of comfortable black slip-on loafer materializing on his feet.

He watched the man and his dog with a smirk of amusement. He could recall ever being as excited about anything as Bopp was about this little evening walk.

"She doesn't mind letting me borrow you for a bit," Loki said, resting his hand briefly on Bucky's shoulder on his way to the door. Holding it open for them both, he said, "Shall we?"

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As they ride the elevator down to the lobby in comfy clothes, heading out into the night air to walk the block up to a small park, it’s strikes Bucky how intimate this is. Or perhaps domestic is a more correct word. Loki could have waited upstairs, lounged naked in bed until Bucky eagerly returned, but instead he’s here, walking alongside him and what is probably closest thing that Bucky will ever have to a child.

He finds that he likes it quite a lot.

“Did you ever have any pets?” Bucky asks as they approach the park, Bopp sniffing eagerly at the grass. Thankfully it’s empty, so Bucky unhooks her leash to let her roam in the grass and stretch her legs a bit. He steps up onto a picnic bench and turns to sit on the table, watching Bopp for a moment before lifting the end of Bopp’s leash to dangle the small plastic container clipped to it. “I can’t imagine you walking around with these.”

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"Horses, though one probably wouldn't consider them to be pets. They were steeds of battle, and were housed and cared for in the royal stables," Loki said, perching himself on the table at Bucky's side.

Arching a brow at the little plastic container hanging from Bopp's leash, Loki said, "I'm not certain I even want to know what that is."

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“Yeah, I don’t think that counts,” Bucky replies dryly, and then laughs and gives Loki an amused smile before pointing at Bopp, who seems determined to sniff every inch of grass.

“These are little plastic baggies,” he explains, tugging one out of the holder and flapping it a few times to open it. “Once her majesty over there finally picks a spot and does her business, I’ll have the honor of picking it up and throwing it away.”

As if on cue, Bopp finally turns in circles a few yards away and then delicately squats, staring unnervingly at Bucky as if confirming that he’s got her six.

“Ah, the glamorous life of a pet owner,” Bucky drawls out, chuckling to himself and looking over at Loki with a teasing smirk. “Are you still going to want to have sex with me after this?”

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"So, she's got you feeding her, walking her, picking up her waste. Are you certain you're not the pet?" Loki asked, brow arched.

Frowning as Bopp maintained steady eye contact while she defecated, Loki observed, "This is unnerving."

At Bucky's question, Loki snorted. "We have lost a bit of the mystery, haven't we?"

Bopp ran to them excitedly, as if she'd accomplished a great task. Hopping down from the table, Loki bent to greet her. "Shall you and I head on, while your manservant cleans up your mess?"

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"Yeah, I've kind of gotten used to it," Bucky says as Bopp stares them down. She runs back over and Bucky lets out a hearty laugh as Bopp nuzzles into his palm. She seems to like Loki and Sylvie both, and honestly, that's good enough for Bucky.

"Oh, the one thing you don't try to do with magic?" Bucky laughs again, pulling himself off of the table and clipping Bopp's leash back onto her collar. And then, in a show of great trust, he hands the end of it over to Loki. "Go ahead, I'll catch up."

He nudges them along and then goes about the task at hand with a put upon sigh, figuring it's the least he can do for all the good that Bopp brings them. After tying off the bag and putting it in the trash (and grabbing a squirt of the hand sanitizer from the dispenser so helpfully provided), he heads out onto the street.

It would only take a few seconds for him to bound forward and catch up with them, instead he walks behind them for a few moments, unable to wipe the smile from his face as Bopp trots alongside of him, looking up at Loki as he says something to her. It makes him happy to see.

"Are you guys talking about me?" He says as he jogs up to them, walking alongside of Loki with Bopp between them. She looks positively ecstatic to be between them, prancing as she walks, and Bucky looks over at Loki with a warm smile.

Maybe they have lost a bit of the mystery, but in its place they've found something even better, in his opinion-- comfort and safety.

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Despite his joke, Loki was a bit surprised when Bucky offered over the leash without hesitation. "Alright, madam, it's just you and me," Loki said, looping the leash around his wrist and starting down the sidewalk. Bopp was an exceptionally trained animal, and trotted along beside him at pace, gazing up at him with her bright, trusting eyes.

"Don't look at me like that," he said, without much conviction, even melting a bit when she wagged her tail happily at the sound of his voice.

Eventually, Bucky fell into step alongside them, though Loki had a feeling he'd been following for a bit.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" He smirked, and while he could've handed over the leash right then, he kept hold of it, feeling oddly reluctant to let her go just yet.

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As the little trio of them walk back into the lobby together, Bopp's leash in Loki's hand while Bucky presses the button for the elevator, it really hits him how truly content he feels in the current moment. It's almost unnerving in its newness, a delicate and frail thing, but there none the less.

The lingering buzz of a good orgasm is a part of it, he's sure, but really it's a culmination of the entire day. Or maybe even more, it's the realization that there can be more days like this one. They won't all be like this one, probably not even most of them, but they'll happen, these truly good days.

All he has to do is not fuck it up.

As the elevator climbs, Bucky looks at their reflections, slightly distorted in the steel. The look so normal and Bucky swallows hard before turning his head to lean over and press a kiss to Loki's cheek, trapping Bopp between their legs.

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Loki was once again surprised by the gesture, a frown creasing his brow as Bucky leaned over impulsively to kiss his cheek. It struck him, then, that it wasn't the type of kiss he'd ever been used to receiving. It was a kiss of hope and of gratitude. A kiss you gave a person because they were something good in your life. An affectionate kiss.

Even a loving kiss. And perhaps it was strange that it made him think of his mother, and of Thor, and the moments when he'd accepted their affection. Their admiration. Their acceptance of him, even though he fought them at every turn.

Swallowing thickly, Loki shifted Bopp's leash to his other hand, freeing up the other to rest against the small of Bucky's back. The elevator dinged softly as the doors opened on their floor, and Loki reached down to take Bucky's hand as he followed Bopp out into the hall.

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It's a quiet moment, but it's a comfortable sort of quiet that doesn't need words. Bucky takes Loki's hand and smiles to himself as Bopp leads the way down the hallway, stopping and sitting dutifully in front of Bucky's door. He unlocks it and lets them inside, following after and locking the door behind him.

"Okay, good girl," Bucky says as he leans down to unhook her leash and rub her between the ears. She shakes out her fur and trots over toward her bed to resume her efforts to disembowel a stuffed hedgehog. "That thing's gonna be dead by morning."

He smirks over at Loki and takes the leash, hanging it up before heading into the kitchen to wash his hands. For some reason, he feels a little nervous. It's a good sort of nervous, he thinks.

"Do you want water or a beer or anything?" He asks, ever the good host, though his brows lift in a hopeful way that makes him look young. "Or more cake?"