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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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"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.

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Loki visibly reacts to the words and Bucky is a little surprised to have said them. He trusts Loki here in this bed, in his body. Trusts him with his dog, and his home. With his past and his future. So, that must means that he trusts Loki, full stop.

It's a terrifying thing to realize, but he can't deny it now. He just has to hope that it won't come back to bite him. But maybe that's what Loki needs-- someone to believe in him.

"I'm not goin' anywhere," Bucky says with an indulgent chuckle that shifts into a moan as Loki's cock spears him with one smooth thrust. Loki sits up and hauls Bucky's hips up in a way that reminds Bucky just how strong he is. He looks so beautiful and Bucky watches the way his muscles shift under his pale skin as he thrusts his hips, rocking into Bucky in a way that seems to push the air out of his lungs. "Fuck, Loki. That's good."

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"It does, doesn't it?" Loki said, playfully casual in his agreement. "Now you can understand a bit better, why I can't get enough of having you in me." He smirked, but there was a rare honesty behind it. While sex wasn't the only thing drawing them to one another, it certainly wasn't an area in which they lacked.

Loki wrapped a hand around Bucky's cock, stroking him in time with the punctuated drive of his hips.

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“You can have me in you as much as you want,” Bucky grits out, huffing out an amused laugh, hissing at a particularly good thrust. As good as this feels, he thinks that he might prefer it the other way around.

Or maybe it’s just that he can’t imagine letting anyone but Loki do this to him. That feels like a gift all its own. He can’t imagine anyone else in this moment.

“Oh, God,” Bucky moans out at the pressure around his cock, thighs trembling as he puts his metal arm up over his head again, bracing his forearm against the headboard to give himself leverage to rock back onto Loki’s cock, meeting his every thrust. It feels like Loki is taking up so much space inside of him, dragging against so many nerve endings and setting him ablaze, but it’s good. He had no idea how good it could be.

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"Much obliged," Loki said, moaning out a strangled laugh as he watched Bucky brace himself against the headboard and push himself down onto every thrust.

"How do you feel about me coming in you?" He asked breathlessly, in a tone he might use if asking about the weather. "Thoughts? Oh, fuck. Suggestions?"

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“I suggest you stop pretending to be so goddamn blasé,” Bucky grits out, though he’s laughing. It feels so good to laugh during sex, joy and pleasure mingling until he’s nearly euphoric.

He truly thought that he would never feel like this again in his life, but he’s been proven wrong.

“Tell me something pretty and you can come inside of me,” he pants out, feeling bold and brave and demanding, grinning as he clenches down around Loki’s cock. “Those are my terms.”

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"Do I really sound blasé to you?" Loki panted, a hand sliding under the small of Bucky's back to deepen the angle even more.

At Bucky's request, Loki laughed happily, his mouth dropping open in a strangled groan when the vice grip of Bucky's body tightened even more. "What would you like to hear? That, in a thousand years, no man's ever surprised me the way that you have. Is that pretty enough for you?"

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Bucky laughs, warm and breathless, but it turns into a helpless yelp when Loki lifts him from the base of his spine. It’s sort of thrilling, knowing that Loki is stronger than him. Dangerous and exciting all at once.

His reaction to both those words and the new angle is deeply embarrassing, he thinks. His face flushes anew and he lets out a choked whimper, back arching as his head falls back against the pillow. His ass is practically in Loki’s lap, thighs splayed open wantonly, and Bucky has a clear view of not only Loki’s hand around his cock, but the way his cock sinks into Bucky’s willing body again and again, shining slickly in the low light.

“It’s a start,” he manages, lower lip quivering slightly before he bites at it. His balls draw up tight as the pressure at the base of his spine seems to build and build, and he reaches for Loki’s arm, trying to tug him closer. “I’m close, Loki. Fuck, I’m so close.”

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"You consume my thoughts. Not only the thought of fucking you, being fucked by you... It wouldn't be quite so unexpected if that's all it was," Loki admitted, leaning over Bucky's body, a hand once again braced against the mess of pillows behind him. The angle wasn't quite so deep, but it brought them closer, Loki's mouth nudging against Bucky's, Loki's hand working over his cock wedged between their bellies.

"Come on, darling. I've got you."

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Later, he would deny just how much Loki makes him melt, and how his eyes go big and wet at the things he says, how good it feels to be chosen so deliberately.

He would deny it, but he’d like to think that Loki wouldn’t use it against him, even as a joke.

Loki kisses him, encourages him in that beautiful voice, and Bucky comes with a strangled shout, back arching and body tensing as he shoots across Loki’s knuckles, striping his own chest with it. This orgasm feels a little different, like it comes from somewhere deeper, and Bucky has to grab at Loki’s sides just to hang on.

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Loki gasped, trembling as he watched Bucky come undone. He continued to stroke his cock through the aftershocks, his own hips stuttering briefly out of rhythm. "That's it," he murmured, his mouth open against Bucky's cheek as he picked up the pace once more, shuddering headlong into his own orgasm after only a few more moments.

Which was lucky for both of them, he supposed. He had his doubts either of them could've endured this for much longer.

Afterward, he might worry what words had spilled from him in the moment. Words of praise and of devotion. He'd asked for pretty things, and Loki was apparently powerless to stop himself from giving Bucky exactly what he wanted.