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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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"I'm doing no such thing," he said, even though he was pleasantly exhausted. He'd lost count of how many times they'd come inside of each other that day, and even gods had limits.

Though, give him half an hour, and he probably would've been game to go again.

"Lie here and suffer, I suppose," he murmured, burying a hand in Bucky's hair.

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“Poor baby,” Bucky mumbled, shifting into a slightly more comfortable position— his thigh between Loki’s knees, head on Loki’s chest, arm slung over his waist. It’s unfamiliar but delightful in its newness, just like so many things with Loki are.

He’s about to doze when the door creaks open and he hears Bopp clicking her way across the floor. Bucky opens his eyes so see her little face peeking out over the top of the bed, tail wagging hopefully.

“You’ll have to ask our guest,” Bucky says sleepily, though the humor is still clear in his tone. “Seems rude to invite another girl into bed after a date.”

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Laughing breathlessly, Loki extracted an arm from around Bucky's shoulders and gave the mattress a welcoming pat. "Come on, then," he murmured, adjusting a pillow behind his head and with a bit of magic, throwing the sheets over top of them and turning off the lamp.

With their legs tangled and Bucky a warm, solid weight against him, Loki found himself lulled by the rhythm of his breathing, and by the profoundly simple intimacy of sharing a bed with this man and his dog.

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Bucky didn't think that Loki would deny her, especially after how they bonded earlier, but he still smiles against Loki's chest when he tells Bopp to come up. She curls up daintily in the corner of the mattress they leave unoccupied. The lights go out and he's wrapped in a blanket, like something out of a storybook, and Bucky lets out an amused hum.

Last time they slept together, Bucky hadn't intended to do. He'd just nodded off, while this time it feels much more deliberate. He asked Loki to stay, so he made this decision long before he was even tired.

The thing is, though, that he hadn't expected it to be quite so easy. It feels like no time at all that he drops off into sleep, sandwiched between two different beings that Bucky trusts to keep him safe.

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It was late by the time they settled, but Loki was still surprised when they both slept through the night, neither of them waking until the morning sun shone brightly through the cracks in Bucky's drawn curtains. They'd shifted in the night, but had not parted, their arms still thrown heavily across one another's chests, their legs impossibly tangled, and Bucky drooling into the hollow of his collar bone. There was a slight cramp in his neck, the blood flow restricted in the arm pinned beneath the weight of Bucky's body, and yet, Loki was more comfortable than he had any right to be.

Feeling the other man stir, Loki let out a low, contented rumble of a groan, his lips grazing Bucky's brow as he murmured, "Morning."

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Usually, Bucky snaps awake pretty quickly. It doesn't take long to be alert after jerking out of a light sleep, but apparently that is not what he's waking up from now. It feels like his mind is coming back to him slowly and he lifts his head from Loki's chest, blinking blearily at him before turning to look at the sun spilling through the window as if confused.

"So it is," he says in a low rasp of a voice, feeling slightly dazed as he realizes what's happening. He slept through the night, for multiple hours at one time, and he's surprised by it. Maybe he shouldn't be considering the day he had before, and how much he and Loki wore each other out. That isn't all of it, though, and he knows it. He knows why he sleeps better next to Loki.

He lifts his head to find that Bopp is gone but she hasn't told him that she needs to go out, so he allows himself to settle back down with his head on the pillow, smiling softly at Loki. "Good morning."

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"Sleep well?" Loki murmured, his amused voice still rough with sleep. "In a bed, no less."

Stretching luxuriantly, arms over his head and toes pointed as he yawned expansively, Loki rolled up onto his elbows, examining the room in the warm morning light.

"The Queen seems to have abandoned her subjects."

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“I suppose so,” Bucky answers, still feeling a little off-kilter. Not because anything is wrong, but more because things are so astoundingly not wrong that he’s a little confused as to how this is his life. The other shoe will drop at some point, won’t it?

Maybe instead of dreading that moment, he should just try to enjoy what’s right in front of him.

“For now,” Bucky says as he rolls onto his back and stretches, mechanics in his arm whirring quietly as he rolls his shoulder to reset it. “She’s probably giving us some time before she comes and demands to be walked.”

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"How benevolent," Loki murmured, settling back down on the pillows, his hair fanning messily across it. In the night, just before dropping off, he'd done a quick spell to clean up the worst of their mess, but found himself hesitating to clean up entirely. He wasn't ready to give up the mingling of their sweat, their scents, all the little bits of proof of the day they'd shared.

Turning to watch as Bucky swiveled his prosthetic, the mechanics humming softly, Loki smiled faintly, his knuckles brushing gently along Bucky's chest. "I, for one, slept beautifully."

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“Sometimes I feel bad that she doesn’t have a yard,” Bucky admits, glancing over at the open door. Not for the first time, he wonders if he could make moving to the countryside work, or at least an actual house that’s all his own. “I don’t love living in an apartment.”

There are too many people, too much noise, and Bopp doesn’t have anywhere to go unless Bucky walks her up the the park. He’s happy to do it, but he knows that she deserves better.

He’s distracted by the gentle touch to his chest and he turns to look at Loki, smiling warmly at the look on his face, like he’s happy. Bucky leans in to kiss him but pulls back at the last second.

“I was worried about morning breath,” he admits with a soft laugh. “Seems kind of silly, considering where our mouths have been.”

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"If you'd like, I'd be happy to blow this place up, if you need an excuse to move elsewhere," Loki smirked, his eyes following Bucky's to the open door.

When Bucky smiled at him, Loki smiled back, leaning in for a kiss and frowning when it was aborted at the last moment.

"Charming," Loki chuckled, curling a hand behind Bucky's neck and closing the distance between them. "That's not something I've ever suffered from," he said against Bucky's mouth, playfully haughty as he crawled closer to deepen the kiss.

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“No, this place is fine,” he says without much conviction, because he hasn’t given much thought to where he lives. This is just another in a long list of places that he’s been stuck without much consideration, and it’s fine. It’s warm and dry and has running water and electricity, and it’s not like he needs anything else, really.

“Is that right?” Bucky asks skeptically, bumping his nose against Loki’s and then closing his eyes as he’s kissed. It’s peaceful and a profoundly good thing to be kissed in the morning. Bucky knows that this won’t happen all the time, perhaps not even often, but he’s grateful for it now, curling his arm around Loki’s waist as he parts his lips to deep the kiss, humming as Loki’s tongue slides into his mouth.

“Fine,” he admits with a low chuckle, his forehead pressed against Loki’s. “You still taste good.”

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Filing away Bucky's unconvincing dismissal of the topic of moving, Loki kissed him deeper, licking past his lips, and while his breath was undeniably stale, it wasn't so unpleasant that he even considered stopping.

"Hm, thank you for noticing," he teased, his eyes falling shut as they stayed there, curled close to one another under rumpled sheets, with their foreheads pressed together. It was disgustingly domestic, and he seemed to be enjoying every minute of it.

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Bucky isn't sure how long they lay there, and he might even doze a little, forehead tipped against Loki's. He rarely even sleeps in this bed, let alone lounge in it, but it's easier when Loki is in it with him.

"I'll make us breakfast," he mumbles eventually, but instead of getting up, he presses himself closer to Loki, hooking his arm under Loki's shoulder as he nuzzles into Loki's neck, inhaling the scent of him. He smells different in the morning, a little earthier, and Bucky presses a lazy, open-mouthed kiss under Loki's ear.

"Or maybe I'll just go get us breakfast when I have to take Bopp out," he says, chuckling lowly and sliding his thigh between Loki's legs.

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"And deny me the pleasure of watching you slave over the stove for me?" Loki teased, hauling Bucky closer, until he was practically sprawled across Loki's chest.

"I suppose I'll allow it," he murmured, a bit breathless as he arched against the pressure of Bucky's thigh.

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"Okay, okay, I'll make you a late breakfast," Bucky compromises, chuckling lowly as Loki moves him so easily. That's still something of a surprise and if it were anyone but Loki and perhaps Sylvie (which, there's an image), it would make Bucky supremely uncomfortable, he's sure.

"I make really good bacon," he says almost conversationally, lifting his head to look down at Loki as he aligns their hips together, half-hard cocks slotting together as Bucky rocks his hips almost lazily. "How do you take your eggs?"

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"Hm, I'm not certain I have a preference," he murmured, his thighs falling open as they rutted lazily against one another. "Over-easy, if you're frying."

It was an absolutely absurd conversation to be having with their dicks in such close proximity, but there was also an easy domesticity to the moment that he happened to quite enjoy.

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"You got it," Bucky replies, smiling down at Loki and biting his bottom lip, awash with fondness. His mouth falls open with a soft moan as their hips slide together just right, and he supposes that it shouldn't be any sort of surprise that they're like this immediately upon waking, never quite satisfied with one another.

He clenches the muscles between his legs, feeling the faintest sort of burn, a lingering sensation of having Loki's cock inside of him and it only spurs him on now, making him rut with a little more purpose. Their mouths meet again and Bucky reaches down to hook his metal hand under Loki's knee, urging it up over his hip.

"You're better than coffee," he pants against Loki's ear, nipping at the lobe of it and giving it a playful tug.

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"High praise," Loki chuckled softly, their naked bodies moving against one another, lazy with the lingering warmth and ease of sleep. His knee hitched high around Bucky's hip, spread wide and bent nearly in half, Loki panted against Bucky's mouth, palming at the curve of one ass cheek and dragging him closer.

"We do have to leave this bed eventually," he teased breathlessly, their faces so close that he was unable to focus on the whole of Bucky's, his eyes flitting instead from one detail to the next. His pink, kiss-bitten lips. The dark speckling of scruff on his chin and upper lip. The flecks of green and grey in his eyes, which were still a bit hazy from sleep.

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“Don’t let it go to your head,” Bucky teases in a sleep-rough voice, groaning in protest when Loki mentions leaving the bed. He doesn’t want to, even though he knows that they have to. It’s a novel thing, wanting to lounge around in bed, and it has to do solely with his current company. It’s not the bed he doesn’t want to leave, but this, their bodies being so close together.

“Will you let me fuck you before breakfast?” He murmurs the question against Loki’s swollen mouth, licking at the curve of his bottom lip before giving him a lingering kiss. “And then after you can do what you want with me.”

He pulls back to give Loki and playfully suspicious look. “Within reason.”

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"When have I ever not been reasonable?" Loki chuckled, nodding his head to answer Bucky's question. In case that wasn't clear enough, he tilted his hips and hitched his other leg up around Bucky's hips.

"Too late, it's already gone to my head," he said, grinning against Bucky's mouth.

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“We don’t have all morning,” Bucky volleys back, biting back a fond smile at Loki’s nod. He had planned on rolling Loki onto his belly, but the way he arches his body and bends his legs so eagerly makes Bucky quickly abandon that plan.

Besides, this way they can keep kissing. Bucky doesn’t think he’ll ever get his fill of that.

“And yet I like you still,” Bucky murmurs, bending Loki even further as he stretches over to grab the lube from the bedside table. He slicks his fingers and gets up on his knees to make room between them, just enough for him to reach down and rub his slick fingers against Loki’s hole.

“Mm, but like is for children,” Bucky drawls out in a low voice, lips brushing Loki’s cheek. He smiles and slides his middle finger into Loki’s body with almost no resistance, because he’s sleepy and relaxed and because his body has come to learn that Bucky means safety. “Isn’t that right?”

One finger quickly becomes two and when Bucky is satisfied that Loki is ready, he pulls his fingers out and slicks his cock, positioning the head at Loki’s hole. His other hand presses into the bed next to Loki’s shoulder, and he kisses the soft skin just below his ear.

“I suppose that I should say that I adore you,” Bucky admits, grunting against Loki’s ear as he presses his cock into Loki’s body with one smooth, slow thrust. “Is that mature enough?”

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"It's heartening to know you've been listening," Loki said, breathing out a slow, measured breath at the first stretch of Bucky's fingers, his body relaxing to the intrusion with little hesitation.

His head thrown back, he carded a hand through Bucky's hair, his eyes drifting shut. It was comfortable, familiar in a way he'd not anticipated when they'd first started all this, though he'd never been so deluded as to think this would ever be a one-time thing. They were entangled, now, and as dangerous as they might have been, he had no intention of trying to extract himself.

"It's getting there," he murmured, knocked completely off of his axis by Bucky's words, even if they were meant as little more than a tease. With a strangled groan, Loki clutched at Bucky's hips, pulling him in impossibly deep. "A piece of me is yours," he murmured in his native tongue, briefly bypassing the All-speak that made him understandable across all languages.

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They’ve had sex enough times now for Bucky to be able to distinguish it between different types, different moods, and that’s a revelation all in itself. Usually, it is so easy to give into the primal urge to rut and fuck, nearly indestructible bodies crashing into one another, teeth biting.

Now, here in this bed with sunlight spilling across their bodies, Bucky goes slow. Not too slow, not dragging it out, but enough for them both to be present in the moment and feel every inch, every shift of their bodies in the morning light.

When Loki speaks in a different language, Bucky lifts his head to look down at him with vague surprise, though he isn’t sure why he would be surprised by this. It isn’t as if they would have spoken English on Asgard.

It strikes Bucky that for the first time, he’s hearing Loki’s native tongue. It’s a little close to German, but not quite enough for him to pick out the words.

It sounds beautiful. It sounds a little like a confession and Bucky wants to ask what it means, but instead he dips his head and kisses Loki hungrily, one hand on his face while he hooks his metal forearm under Loki’s knee, easing the strain on his thigh.

“Is that Asgardian?” He pants out, unable to help his curiosity even now, wanting to know more about Loki even as his cock spears into him again and again. “It’s beautiful.”

Bucky groans and pulls back enough to look at Loki, inky black hair spilling across the pillows, pale skin lit up by the sun, highlighting all the small freckles and moles that are usually covered by his fine clothing. “You’re beautiful.”

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He nodded a bit distractedly, a crease etching between his brows and his mouth dropping open as Bucky eased them both into a particularly enjoyable angle.

"I believe it resembles Earth's Norwegian language," he murmured, refraining, for once, from calling it Midgard.

While it certainly wasn't the first time he'd been called beautiful, nor was it the first time he'd heard it from someone he cared for, it was still enough to render him breathless. "You can thank Odin for that," he murmured wryly, which might have sounded dismissive if not for the unsteadiness of his voice. A hiccup of a moan caught in his throat, his hand pushing the hair back from Bucky's face, their eyes bravely meeting. "I adore you. In case that wasn't clear."