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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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“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?"

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Loki was quiet as the two of them finished their routine, the shoes on his feet disappearing almost the moment he stepped onto the living room carpet. Following him into the kitchen, Loki was aware of Bucky's slight change in demeanor since they'd left the park. His smile was vaguely nervous, but softer and boyish, and Loki was completely taken in by it.

"Please, don't start calling it that," Loki chuckled, taking Bucky's face in his hands and drawing him into a kiss.

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"Sure thing, babe," Bucky says with a grin, winking as Loki reaches for his face. They're both still smiling when their mouths meet and Bucky pulls back onto adjust the angle and kiss him again, eyes falling shut as his hands go to Loki's hips.

Bucky walks him backward slowly, mouths never parting, and then easily lifts Loki up onto the island counter, hands sliding along Loki's thighs to slowly spread them, making room for Bucky between them as he leans in for another kiss.

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With a huff of laughter as his ass hit the island counter, Loki murmured, "You're derailing my plans."

It was quite clear that he didn't actually mind. Eventually, they would need sleep, but there was no rush. They had all night, after all.

Slipping his hands under the soft cotton of Bucky's shirt, Loki's palms drifted over even softer skin, mapping out the shift of muscle beneath. They drifted lower, under the elastic waistband of his pants, gripping his ass and pulling him close.

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“Right. What were those again?” Bucky asks playfully, rocking up onto his toes as he kisses Loki again, licking into his mouth and groaning when Loki grabs at his ass.

He thinks again about what Loki said earlier, how passionate he sounded about wanting Bucky on his stomach, and his body gives an involuntary shiver. Maybe that’s why he feels this flutter of nerves, because he knows what is likely to happen once they go back in his bedroom.

Christ, he’s like a girl on prom night. He’d say that Steve would probably find this hilarious, but given his current company, probably not. Before he can open that door too wide, he tugs Loki up against him, metal arm braced under his ass as he sweeps him off of the counter, holding him tightly as he carries him blindly down the hall, pressing kisses up under his jaw.

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"My mouth getting reacquainted with your ass? Fucking you with my tongue? Something like that," he said offhandedly, breathing in sharply as he was lifted once again and carried down the hall.

When Bucky stepped through the bedroom doorway, Loki let his legs fall from around Bucky's waist, his feet hitting the floor and walking backwards towards the bed. With a hand caught in the front of Bucky's shirt, Loki turned them at the last moment and pushed Bucky down onto the bed, their mouths breaking apart only for a moment.

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“That does ring a bell,” Bucky replies breathlessly, shivering again. He shouldn’t find that so incredibly sexy, should he? It should feel lewd, crude even, and maybe it is. But that doesn’t mean that he doesn’t want it.

Bucky swings the bedroom door shut as Loki slides down to his feet and then breathes in sharply as he’s pushed down to the bed, bouncing slightly against the mattress as Loki crawls over him. They kiss again and Bucky grunts as he drags Loki’s shirt over his head, tossing it aside as he pushes his shoes off with his toes, each of them hitting the floor with a thump.

“Fucking me with your tongue,” Bucky pants out, chuckling almost disbelievingly as he wraps one leg around Loki’s thighs. “You’re a menace.”

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"Fucking you with my tongue," he agreed, pointedly pointedly emphasizing the former part of the sentence with a playful thrust of his hips, cocks dragging alongside one another through thin cotton.

"A menace you happen to be very fond of," he murmured, tracing the shell of Bucky's ear with the tip of his tongue, teeth catching lightly on the lobe. He crawled a bit lower, biting gently at the rise of Bucky's collarbone, then lower to trace the outline of one nipple with his tongue.

"Now turn over," he murmured, and while the tone of it was something of a command, it was clear that all Bucky had to do was tell him to stop, if any of it became too much.

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“Lord help me,” Bucky says, intending it to sound like a joke, but it comes out on more of a groan instead when Loki rocks their hips together, grinding down against Bucky’s cock. Unsurprisingly, he’s hard, again, because Loki makes him feel like a thirteen year old boy facing endless stiff breezes.

His breath hitches at the wet touch to his nipple and then he looks down at Loki’s face at the gentle command, swallowing hard and nodding. He wants whatever is about to happen and if for some reason that changes, if it becomes too much, they can stop. Yes, Loki could physically overpower him, but he wouldn’t. Bucky knows that he wouldn’t. He trusts this man, inexplicably, and he knows that he’ll be okay.

Bucky nods and then presses up onto his elbows, turning onto his hands and knees underneath Loki. He pushes his sweats down as he crawls up to the center of the bed, leaving them halfway down his thighs as he settles onto his stomach and pulls a pillow under his head. After a moment’s consideration, he grabs another pillow and stuffs it under his hips, shifting his cock to rest against his belly as he settles down, ass tipped up and thighs parted.

“Like this?” Bucky asks with playful innocence in his tone, looking over his shoulder at Loki as he wriggles his ass a little under the guise of getting more comfortable.

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"That's a start," Loki murmured, his mouth going dry as he crawled over him, straddling his thighs and leaning down to kiss the back of Bucky's neck, his nose nuzzling through the short hair at his nape.

Grinning against the wing of one shoulder blade, Loki gripped the strong muscle of one of Bucky's ass cheeks, kneading it firmly, his thumb wandering to trace along the crease. He traced the seam of Bucky's prosthetic, feeling the faintly raised scar tissue with his tongue, before moving lower along his spine, pausing at a very faint scar bracketing his ribs. Nipping at the dimple at the base of Bucky's spine, Loki thumbed gently at the puckered whorl of his hole, feeling it tense and relax with each shallow stroke.

He kissed the swell of one cheek, biting down just shy of causing any real discomfort. His first lick was shallow, barely dipping between his ass cheeks, then, spreading them wider with his palms, he licked again, circling his hole, closing his mouth over delicate skin and sucking lightly.

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Being in this position makes him a little tense, and he’s sure if it were with anyone else, it’d be near impossible. But this is Loki who somehow, against literally every single odd, has become one of the people he trusts most in the world.

In his darker moments, he might wonder if that trust will be his undoing. For now, with Loki kneeling over him, he gives into it, taking a breath and relaxing a little. When Loki’s tongue traces the edge of his prosthetic, where skin becomes metal, his breath hitches and he curls his toes because it makes him feel vulnerable in a good way, spreading warmth under his skin.

Bucky hasn’t scarred much since the serum, thanks to his healing abilities, but he’s still littered with them from his days in the war before he was captured, and from boyhood misadventures. Loki licks at the spot where he fell out of a tree and landed on a rock that sliced him open.

The Winter Soldier, Sergeant Barnes, James. Loki accepts all these different parts of him, cares for them all, and it’s that knowledge along with the feeling of being spread open and exposed that makes him moan, resting his cheek against it as he parts his thighs a little more.

“How does that feel so good?” He asks with a surprised chuckle, resisting the urge to rut against the pillow.

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"One of life's great mysteries," Loki teased huskily, his laughter fluttering across Bucky's backside. This time, he pressed a little deeper, alternating soft licks with questing thrusts of his tongue, carefully gauging the slow unwinding of Bucky's body to judge when to push a little deeper.

Soon, he was pressing in as deeply as he could, his jaw aching pleasantly and his cock painfully hard in the sweats that still sat low on his hips.

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This is obscene. It’s all he can think as Loki licks at his asshole over and over again, making little sounds like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted. Maybe it is obscene, and maybe that’s okay.

Mostly, he’s overwhelmed by how focused Loki is on him in this moment. He’s lived for centuries, seen and done so much, and right now he seemed perfectly content to devote all of his attention to making Bucky mewl and squirm.

And then is tongue is pressing harder, pressing in, and Bucky lets out a low, shuddering moan, fingers twisting in the sheets. Loki truly is fucking him with his tongue and Bucky can hardly take it, panting into the pillow as he rocks his hips back shamelessly.

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Gripping Bucky's hips, Loki urged him to move however he liked, his tongue twisting in deep and his thumb massaging gently at the tender skin between testicles and saliva-slicked hole. It was wonderfully filthy, feeling the rhythmic, needy clench of Bucky's body, the breathless, whimpering moans he couldn't seem to stifle.

Eventually, he pulled back just enough to murmur, "I'd like to use my fingers as well, if that's all right."

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It should be ridiculous that Bucky finds that simple request just as hot as everything else, but he doesn’t. Not only that, but Bucky has to swallow back a choked sound, so affected by what those words mean. Loki respects him and his boundaries, and now he’s let Bucky know that just because he’s given permission do something once, he doesn’t think he has permission to do it whenever he’d like.

The words ground him and remind him that even though it feels like he might lose himself in this, his body is still is. His body will always be his, and no one can do anything to it that he doesn’t want them to. Those days are over.

“Please,” Bucky gasps out, clutching the pillow to his chest as he shifts up onto his elbows, shoulders flexing as his head hands between them. And then, quietly: “Thank you for asking.”