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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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"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."

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While it seemed an inevitable conclusion, Loki was still shocked to hear him say it. He'd told him, on their first night, that he wouldn't consider fucking fucking him until he was begging and desperate. Bucky might not have been pleading, but instead, there was a clear-eyed honesty to his request. His vulnerability wasn't because Loki had worn him down, or driven him wild. Somehow, they'd both made it to the point where trust came without hesitation, where finding comfort in this other person was warm and easy and right.

And real.

"At first," he agreed, a tenderness in his teasing. Loki bent to kiss him thoroughly, extracting his fingers only when he was satisfied that Bucky was relaxed and open enough for it, and slicked his cock. Hooking one of Bucky's legs over his hip, Loki arranged him until his knees were spread wide, shifting the pillow still pinned halfway under Bucky's hips to make the angle a bit easier for him. "Tell me if you need to stop," he murmured against the corner of Bucky's mouth, and taking himself in hand, he first rubbed the head of his cock against Bucky's hole, feeling the reflexive clench, and pushing forward when he felt him once again relax.

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Loki doesn't question him, doesn't ask if he's sure, and Bucky is glad for that. Loki knows just how to watch out for him without coddling him, somehow able to walk this fine line that Bucky had no idea was even there. It's an amazing thing to realize.

He's smiling when Bucky kisses him, and he closes his eyes and wraps his arms loosely around Loki's shoulders. Loki still takes the time to shift him into a more comfortable position even though Bucky knows just how hard he is, how eager.

The first press of Loki's cock makes his eyes snap open and he lets his head fall back against the pillow, mouth falling open on a low moan as it sinks deeper into his body. There's a slight pinch but it doesn't hurt. It's just pressure and pressure until Bucky isn't quite sure he can handle it, and then it suddenly shifts into a pleasure that makes him cry out softly, toes curling as he clutches at Loki's shoulders.

"Okay, yeah," he grits out with a low chuckle, humming as he clenches down experimentally around Loki's cock. "I get it."

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Laughing breathlessly, Loki said, "Wonderful," as he settled flush against Bucky's ass, letting him feel his full length. "This might've been quite awkward, otherwise."

Bracing himself once again with one hand on the mattress beside Bucky's head, Loki lifted his other hand to brush a sweaty strand of hair from Bucky's forehead, his thumb sweeping down the bridge of his nose. Caught in the vice grip of Bucky's body, he found himself distracted by the tiniest of details. A freckle beneath his left eye. The beads of sweat standing out on his skin. Flecks of grey in his eyes. Loki rocked his hips, grinding them both even closer together, and feared he might end this all before it even really began.

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Loki bottoms out and Bucky's breath hitches, nose wrinkling as he bares his teeth. He squeezes Loki's hips between his thighs to hold him there for a moment and curls one hand around the back of Loki's neck, squeezing gently.

He's being stared at, studied intensely, and he doesn't even mind because the awed look on Loki's face is obvious even to Bucky and it stuns him into silence. Bucky can't remember ever being looked at like this before, and he isn't quite sure how to handle it.

"Fuck, that feels good," Bucky pants out, loosening the grip of his legs to let him know that it's okay for him to move. He swallows hard and slides his hand from Loki's neck to the side of his head, grunting as he rocks back against him. "Or maybe it's you."

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Loki stilled above him, letting him breathe through the tension of the moment, his thighs clamped tight around Loki's hips.

"Bit of both," Loki suggested, eyes smiling as he began rolling his hips— slowly, just as Bucky'd asked. His hand slid away from Bucky's face, down the column of his neck, and settled on Bucky's chest, over the steady beat of his heart.

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It's such a new sensation that Bucky feels a little dazed as he lays there and stares up at Loki's face, hands sliding slowly up and down his back until one comes down to rest on top of the on Loki has against his chest.

"You can go faster, do what you want," Bucky pants out, biting his bottom lip and then smiling a little, amused and awed as he presses Loki's hand against his chest. "I trust you."

It's as big an admission as he can make, and Bucky feels so vulnerable that he has to lift his head and press a kiss to Loki's mouth, eyes falling shut.

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I trust you. It was almost as shocking as if Bucky had declared his undying love. In fact, that might have been less terrifying, in the long run. I trust you, when everyone in the universe— in every universe, knew that he couldn't be trusted.

Trusting Loki Laufeyson led down a straight path to betrayal. To misery. Even to death.

Groaning, he admitted, "I'm not sure I want to. I'd rather this not be other too quickly." Kissing him thoroughly, a bit clumsily, Loki dared to deepen his thrusts, pulling out nearly all the way only to plunge back in. With an unsteady breath, Loki rose up, shifting back onto his haunches and pulling Bucky into the cradle of his hips. Like this, Loki could see him, and be seen, strong hands gripping Bucky's hips as he settled into a methodically steady rhythm.