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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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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.”

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"Of course," Loki murmured, kissing the small of Bucky's back. Massaging his flank with one hand, the strong muscle of his thigh, Loki circled Bucky's hole with the tip of his finger, discretely lubricated with a quick spell. He kissed just above his tailbone as he pressed in slowly, taking his time in the same way he had the first time, only that morning.

Tracing with his tongue the tight clench of Bucky's body around the length of his finger, Loki eased inside until there was no longer anywhere to go at this angle. Aided by the lubricant and his own saliva, he slowly began thrusting his finger, shallowly at first, angling downward to press against his prostate. Before, their had been the distraction of his mouth on Bucky's cock. This time, there would be little else for him to focus on, which was exactly what Loki intended.

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That brief exchange tells Bucky what he needs to know, that it’s okay if Loki fucks him, but before he can figure out how to ask for it, Loki’s finger is sinking into him as easily as anything. It doesn’t so much as pinch, and Bucky lets out a low moan as he presses in at a perfect angle.

“Fuck,” he breathes out, panting as he rocks his ass back against Loki’s finger as it sinks into him. He curses again at the press of his tongue and Bucky thinks that maybe he’ll burn up just from this, overwhelmed by how good it feels.

“I want to be on my back,” he says suddenly, twisting a little to look over his shoulder. “I want to be able to see you.”

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"Alright. Shh," Loki murmured, brushing a soothing hand down Bucky's flank as he slowly eased his finger out of him. As Loki urged him over onto his back, he was made nearly breathless by the naked desire on Bucky's face, his eyes dark, his cheeks flushed.

"Here," he said, crawling between Bucky's knees, reaching between them to press his long finger back inside, the slide so achingly smooth that he couldn't help but groan.

Bracing a hand beside Bucky's head, Loki searched his face, the smirk on his face softer and more honest than many would've thought him capable of. "How's that?"

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It’s even better like his, with Loki leaning over him and taking up space between his legs, in his body. It doesn’t feel like an intrusion, but like Bucky has opened himself up to make room for him there.

His breath hitches as Loki’s finger slides back into him and he nods, licking his bottom lip as he curls his metal arm over over his head and reaches up to put his other hand on Loki’s shoulder, staring up at him.

“I want another,” Bucky tells him, smiling a little to himself because there is no more lingering doubt. He knows what he wants, and he’s kind of excited to see Loki’s face when he tells him, but for he just wants more of this. He feels almost greedy, but he loves how it feels to have Loki so focused on him while he just lays back and enjoys it.

He wouldn’t want this all the time, he loves being an active participant, but this feels indulgent and amazing and he doesn’t want it to stop.

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"Do you, now?" Loki murmured, managing to tease, despite the growing awe he felt. "Gods, you're lovely," he breathed, reaching to grip Bucky's metal hand, their fingers threading together tight. He was careful as he pulled his finger free, lining up another and pressing in slowly, eyes never leaving Bucky's face.

Adjustment took a bit more time, but soon enough, he was able to fuck into him with two fingers without much resistance at all.

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Maybe it's sort of a silly thing to think, but it all feels so romantic, like something out of those smutty dime store paperbacks, but Bucky loves it. The compliment makes him flush and the intense eye contact should maybe feel awkward, but it doesn't. He just stares up at Loki, eyes dark and lips parted, letting him see each hitch of breath that Loki's fingers draw out of him, every little moan and flutter of his eyelashes.

It's good, very good, and he thinks that he could come like this, eventually, without touching his cock at all. He thinks that might be Loki's plan, and Bucky does consider it, but he wants something else. He wants to try before he loses his nerve, before this amazing day ends.

"I want you to kiss me," he murmurs with an impish smile, just to explore how good it feels to ask and then receive, because of course Loki will kiss him. As he leans down to do so, Bucky hums against his mouth and reaches down between their bodies to curl his hand around Loki's cock, thumbing at the wet head and giving it a slow stroke.

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"Demanding," Loki accused playfully, changing the angle of his hand just slightly as he leaned over Bucky to kiss him, using the strength of his forearm to thrust in just a bit harder. Warm fingers curled around his cock, and Loki's breath stuttered, his hips thrusting reflexively into the friction provided.

Panting against Bucky's lips, Loki groaned, chuckling breathlessly as he proclaimed, "This was definitely worth the wait."

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Bucky laughs softly and then moans, tipping his head and swallowing hard, taking a slow breath as he rocks back against Loki's hand. There is no better moment than this and Bucky knows that if he puts it off, it's only to deny himself of it because he doesn't deserve to feel this good.

But maybe he does. Or maybe he have it just because he wants it, and that's fine, too.

"I want you to fuck me," he says in a low voice, pulling back to look up at Loki, expression vulnerable but free of any doubt. He squeezes Loki's hand above his head and then lets go of it to touch his fingertips to Loki's jaw instead, stroking it as he draws his knees up and plants his heels into the bed, letting them fall open wide. "Slow at first."