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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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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.

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When Loki thrusts forward and tenses, Bucky reaches down to grab at his ass with his metal hand, squeezing and pulling him in even closer as he tilts his hips up. He moans again when he realizes that he can feel Loki's cock pulsing, can feel the warmth of his come, and it's shockingly intimate. He couldn't do this with anyone else, he knows.

As they start to come down, they grind together almost lazily and Bucky keeps holding onto him, fingers drifting down between his cheeks to rub at his hole just to feel him there, to make the moment even more intimate than it already is.

His other arm hooks under Loki's, fingers curled around his shoulder as he pants against Loki's jaw, unable to form words. He takes one deep breath and then another, chuckling a little before finally speaking. "Talk about being worth the wait."

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Loki's metal fingers prodded between his cheeks, rubbing gently at his hole, and Loki groaned incoherently, his tongue sticking clumsily to the roof of his mouth.

His weight collapsing on Bucky's chest, Loki laughed weakly, panting into the sweaty crook of his neck. "I'm happy to have met your very high expectations," he said, the words nearly slurred against Bucky's skin.

Lifting his head, Loki trailed a line of kisses along Bucky's jaw until he reached his mouth, kissing him lazily. Eventually, they would have to part, but for the moment, Loki indulged himself in being able to stay right where he was.

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Loki slumps against him, dazed and spent and gasping, and Bucky can't help but to be just a little smug, grinning as he slides his hand up to rest along the swell of his ass.

"Best I ever had," Bucky says with another laugh, feeling almost giddy with the rush of endorphins that orgasm gave him. His nose wrinkles as he snickers at his own joke, but then Loki is kissing him so he shuts up and lets him, shifting his other hand up to cup the back of Loki's head, gathering sweat damp curls with his thumb to sweep them away from the back of his neck.

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"I know I am, darling, but that's very sweet of you to say," Loki teased him, laughing against Bucky's mouth as they kissed lazily. Nipping at Bucky's lips, Loki grinned, arching against him one last time, before slowly easing his spent cock out of him. He punctuated the shift of his body with an almost apologetic kiss, letting out a low hum of contentment as he stretched out along Bucky's side.

Propping his head up on the heel of his hand, Loki looked down at him. It struck him, suddenly, how much more often Bucky seemed to smile, how genuine his laughter sounded, and how content he seemed.

Many would've thought Loki incapable of being a source of goodness in another person's life, let alone someone like Bucky Barnes. It wasn't all his doing— however much he might've wanted to take all the credit, but he had a hand in it.

This smile, this moment, was entirely his.

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Loki settles next to him and Bucky stays on his back, stretching his legs out and pointing his toes, rolling his shoulders as he takes stock of his body, almost as if he's expecting to feel different. When he's done with his self-assessment, he turns his head to find Loki staring at him with a look so soft and affectionate that Bucky feels another small aftershock of pleasure.

"You must be feeling pretty good about yourself," Bucky teases warmly, grabbing Loki's free hand and resting it against his chest, sliding his palm through the mess of come and sweat on his skin.

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"A bit," Loki agreed, laughing softly as he smeared his hand through the mess on Bucky's chest and stomach, tracing the lines of his impossibly muscular abdomen.

"You seem to have enjoyed yourself," he murmured, thumbing gently at the peak of one nipple.

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“It was alright,” Bucky says with a soft smile, enjoying how it feels to lay back and be touched with kindness, and perhaps even a sort of reverence.

“Darling,” he says after a moment, smirking and biting his lip at the brief touch to his stiff nipple. “I can’t call you babe but you can call me darling?”

He grins and turns onto his side to face Loki, reaching out to put a hand on his hip. “That seems a little unfair.”

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Laughing, Loki said, "You can call me whatever you like, James. If you want to call me little pet names because you're so overcome with lust for me, who am I to argue?"

He kissed the bridge of Bucky's nose, his hand settling against Bucky's hip and giving it a squeeze.

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Bucky lets out a bright laugh at that, but he knows that he can’t deny it. He can’t even pretend not to like it. Maybe if they weren’t in bed, he’d like it less, but maybe not.

Loki kisses his nose and Bucky is so overcome with affection that he pushes Loki onto his back, climbing on top of him and settling with a content huff, cheek resting against Loki’s shoulder, long legs tangled together.

“Same goes for you,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to Loki’s collarbone.

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"I'll keep that in mind," Loki murmured, smiling warmly as he settled his arm around Bucky's shoulder, the other hand resting low against the small of his back.

"Is this how you're planning to sleep?" Loki asked, charmed by the affectionate, downright cuddly mood which seemed to have overtaken Bucky. He held on a bit tighter, in case Bucky mistook it for a request for him to move.

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"Are you admitting that I've worn you out?" Bucky asks with a laugh, smiling as Loki squeezes him in his arms. They are, undeniably, snuggling. They're sweaty and content and basking in the afterglow, and Bucky feels happy. He knows that it won't last, at least not to the heights that its reached at the current moment, but when he feels low again, he can look back at this moment. He can remember how he feels right now.

And maybe he can even come find Loki, because he doesn't have to suffer through those moods alone. He has people who care about him.

"But yeah, maybe." He nuzzles up under Loki's jaw and bites softly at his neck. "What are you gonna do about it?"