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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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“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."

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“Hm. Not one of the ones I know,” Bucky replies in a low voice, filing that information away for later. He’s always done pretty well at picking up languages.

His brow furrows a little at the comment about Odin, and he’s reminded again that this is a glamour, a mask over Loki’s true form. He’d caught a glimpse of it in the woods, and it struck him then, too.

“You’re beautiful either way,” Bucky assures him, nuzzling into Loki’s hand and pressing his own into the bed next to Loki’s shoulder. “If you think I wouldn’t fuck you just ‘cause you’re blue, you’ve got another thing coming.”

He grins and winks at Loki, chuckling a little before kissing him deeply, licking into his mouth as he thrusts just a little harder, grinding his hips against Loki’s ass after each one, wanting to be as deep as possible.

The admission makes Bucky pause, hips stuttering for only a moment before he resumes his pace, pulling back to meet Loki’s eye again. He swallows hard and nods jerkily, staring at Loki for a long moment before ducking down to kiss him again, murmuring against his lips. “I know you do.”

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Laughing breathlessly, Loki admitted, "Frost Giants are ten feet tall, on average. I understand I was a bit of a runt, but comparatively, your cock would be quite tiny."

Bucky continued to speak, and all desire to make jokes left him. He moaned breathlessly, shuddering at the slow, steady approach of his orgasm.

"Harder," he murmured, urging Bucky on with a hand gripping Bucky's ass. "Just a bit harder." He sounded woefully needy, but couldn't find it in himself to care.

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“Oh.” Bucky doesn’t know what to make of that for a moment, too distracted by his pleasure to really process it. “I’ll definitely have to be on top, then. You wouldn’t fit.”

When Loki grabs at him and urges him on, Bucky nods and swallows hard, kissing him again before pulling back to sit up on his haunches. In this position, he can hook one of Loki’s long legs over his shoulder, metal hand curved over the front of his thigh as he uses that grip to drag Loki down onto his cock, shifting the angle of his hips until he finds just the right one.

“It’s not tiny now though, is it,” Bucky says in a playfully smug tone, mostly just to make Loki smile even while he’s being fucked. It still stuns him to be able to experience both of those things at once. Grunting, he wraps his other hand around Loki’s cock, thumbing at the head as he picks up speed just a little, trying to drive him over the edge. “You look like you’re enjoying it.”

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"Oh, god, I haven't bruised your ego, have I?" Loki laughed, stifling a shout as Bucky's, cock drove in at a new, deeper angle, startling him with a jolt of pleasure.

"It's perfect," he groaned, the pleasure in his groin tightening like a fist, "it's–"

He came with a shuddering groan, Bucky's name lost in a jumble of incoherent syllables. "Fuck," he gasped, reaching for Bucky then and dragging him into a desperate kiss.

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No, Loki has not bruised his ego. If anything, he’s only stoking it with how he comes, like his orgasm has been ripped from him. Bucky will never tire of this, not ever.

He strokes Loki through it and only falls forward once Loki grabs at him, shifting his leg until it’s hooked over Bucky’s elbow and he can lean down, nearly bending him in half as their mouths meet in a messy, passionate kiss.

Loki clenches down around him, fucks back against him, and Bucky can’t help but to tumble right after him, coming with a shout that’s muffled by Loki’s tongue. His cock pulses, emptying into Loki’s body, marking his insides, and Bucky groans as he settles on top of Loki’s body, hands sliding down his thighs to help adjust his legs into a more comfortable position.

“My ego remains just fine,” he pants out, grinning as he lifts a hand to take Loki’s chin between his thumb and index finger, squeezing playfully before drawing him in for another kiss.

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"Perfect," Loki murmured, grinning back woofishly as Bucky took his chin in hand and jerked him into another kiss.

Legs falling more loosely around Bucky's hips, Loki groaned indulgently, a hand ruffling in Bucky's hair while the other settled low against his spine.

"Good morning," he murmured again, smiling into a lazy kiss.

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"Good morning," Bucky echoes, hopelessly charmed by the smile on Loki's face. They settle together and Bucky feels so content, so relaxed, that it's no surprise that it doesn't last.

Bucky pulls back from the kiss and opens his eyes, flinching in surprise when he catches Bopp's face out of his peripheral vision. Her chin is on the bed as she gives them both a very unimpressed look. Once Bucky notices her, she lets out a low whine and stamps one paw.

"Bopp! Go get your leash," Bucky says with a laugh, waiting for her to avert her eyes before he eases his cock out of Loki. He's still laughing, one hand lifting to cover his face, and Bopp lets out a very judgmental sounding bark as she makes her way down the hall.

"I've neglected my duties," he says to Loki, sounding almost baffled by it, and then he looks down at Loki, flushed and glistening in the morning light, and lets out a sad whine of his own. "Really wishing for that place with a yard right now. You want to wait for me here?"

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Following Bucky's startled eye line, Loki barked out a laugh at Bopp's judgmental face staring back at them, which only got funnier when she let out an indignant bark. Bucky eased away, leaving Bucky sprawled on tangled sheets.

Boosting himself up on his elbows, Loki smirked, watching as the other man darted around the room, gathering up his clothes before the dog really gave them both a piece of her mind.

"I'll see if I can make sense of your coffee maker," Loki offered, shifting to the edge of the bed and searching out the sweats Bucky had given him the night before.

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“If I can figure it out, I’m sure you can,” Bucky says with a laugh, pulling a wrinkled t-shirt over his head and then hurriedly pulling on his sneakers, forgoing socks in his rush. “I’ll be right back.”

He turns to see Loki sitting up in bed and frowns a little when he realizes that their time to lounge in bed has come to an end. But Loki doesn’t seem like he wants to leave, content to stay here in Bucky’s shitty apartment and wait for a mediocre breakfast, and that makes up for it.

Bucky comes around to put his hand on the back of Loki’s neck, leaning down to press a firm, lingering kiss to his mouth. Bopp lets out another bark and Bucky rolls his eyes as he pulls away, laughing and giving Loki a lazy salute as he walks backwards out of the room.

“I’m coming!” Bucky calls out, hooking Bopp’s leash to her collar and leading her out of the apartment. She gives him another judgey look as they wait for the elevator, and Bucky laughs as he ducks down to scratch at her ears. “I guess we’re all learning how to share, huh?”

He leads her out of the building and it’s only once they’ve neared the park that he realizes that he felt no hesitation about leaving Loki alone in his apartment, and he can’t help but to smile because it feels like progress.