for loki

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It's after 11pm and Bucky can't sleep, but not for the usual reasons. No, this reason is newer, and sometimes even a little more frustrating. This time he can't sleep because he's horny. In the past, this happened with a lot less frequency and when the issue did arise, so to speak, he could take care of it in a few minutes with some spit and his right hand.

But now he has other options. Now, sex isn't just some fond memory from time gone by. It's something that he has with somewhat astonishing regularity, and now it seems that his body has gotten accustomed to it. He tried jerking off and it only seemed to soothe the itch for a moment, like pressing a fingernail into a mosquito bite.

He rolls over in bed and reaches out to turn on his lamp, eyes catching on his phone. After a pause, he reaches out to touch the screen and check the time. Late, but not too late. He always finds himself wary of reaching out to Loki or Sylvie later at night because they live together, and while he knows that they aren't attached at the hip, it's likely that they spend a lot of their nights together, and he worries about being an interruption. He's a part of them but not a part of their household, and he never wants to intrude.

Eventually, he grabs the phone and rolls onto his back, feeling ridiculously like a teenager in how he's overthinking things. He'll just send a text and if Loki doesn't answer, it's just because he's busy.

Bopp misses you, he sends, blowing out a breath as he drops the phone to the bed and looks down at the slight bulge in his sleep pants. "Look what you made me do."

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Bucky lands hard on his back in the middle of the bed, bouncing a little as he spreads his arms out to the side and raises his eyebrows at Loki’s declaration. He also blushes a little bit, and he’s sure it won’t escape Loki’s notice.

“You seem pretty sure of yourself,” Bucky murmurs, toeing off one sneaker and then another, kicking them off of the bed. “And what is it that you think you could do to me?”

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"Do I have a reason not to be?" Loki asked, brow arched playfully as he slipped out of his pajama bottoms, the fine material puddling at his feet. He stood naked at the foot of the bed, allowing Bucky a moment to look, before he hooked his hands behind Bucky's knees and dragged him to the edge of the mattress.

"Whatever I want, I suspect."

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Loki's cockiness should be annoying. Sometimes it can be, but right now Bucky would have to admit that he does have reason to be smug. Bucky came running just because Loki told him to, practically throbbing with need. He can't pretend that this isn't exactly where he wants to be, especially when Loki's pants fall to the floor and Bucky's gaze drops to his half-hard cock.

He's so distracted by his own desire that suddenly being yanked by his knees surprises him, breath hitching as heat flares at the base of his spine, thighs falling open as he slides his arms up over his head, staring up at Loki's face.

"And what is it you want?" He asks in a low voice, lifting one foot to rest the back of his heel on top of Loki's shoulder.

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"And why would I tell you that, and spoil the mystery?" Loki teased, turning to press a kiss to the inside of Bucky's ankle, and hand curving gently under his strong calf.

Hands moving to the waistband of Bucky's sweats, Loki took his time stripping them from him. "Look at you," he murmured, still taken aback not only by how lovely Bucky was, but by how it seemed to affect him. More than his lust, which was considerable, Loki felt overwhelming affection for him. A desire to hold him, to keep him safe. Above all, he felt compelled to protect Bucky's happiness, which was a feeling so precious and new to him, he hardly knew what to do with it.

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"Oh, sorry. I didn't know that you were being bossy and mysterious," Bucky says with a warm chuckle, biting his bottom lip to hide a smile as Loki's lips touch the knob of bone at his ankle. "I can't see myself, doll."

He smiles and lifts his hips as Loki drags down his sweats, staring at the other man's face. No, he can't see himself, but it almost feels like he can just because of the look on Loki's face. He's staring at Bucky like he couldn't bare to look away, and it makes him feel attractive and important. It makes him feel loved and safe, and that's why he's fine with letting Loki do whatever he wants.

"But I like how you look at me," he admits in a low rumble of a voice, keeping his arms over his head as he curls one bare leg around Loki's thighs.

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"Well, that happens to benefit both of us, as I rather enjoy looking," Loki said, gripping Bucky's thigh while the other hand spread along Bucky's belly. He enjoyed the look of that, as well, his own long fingers resting against the lean muscles of Bucky's torso.

He curved those fingers around Bucky's cock, his touch unhurried, almost tender, in contrast to the manhandling of mere moments ago.

"Perhaps we'll get you a mirror, so you can."

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Loki's hand goes around his cock and Bucky lets out an embarrassing sort of whine, because it feels like he's been waiting for this all night. All he wanted was to be touched by this man and now it's happening, and he takes a deep breath, lifting his good arm to rest his hand on Loki's forearm, feeling muscle shift and flex as he slowly pumps his fist.

"Oh, God no," Bucky says with a laugh that turns into a low moan as Loki squeezes ever so slightly. He arches his back a little, thighs spreading shamelessly as he cups Loki's elbow. "I'd rather just look at you."

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"You don't think my ego's big enough already?" Loki teased, squeezing just a bit tighter, his thumb swiping over the head of Bucky's cock on the upstroke.

"I was going to get you on your knees, but if you like looking so much, perhaps I'll keep you just like this."

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“Whatever you want,” Bucky groans out, well aware of just how much power he’s handing over, but the thought doesn’t scare him. He trusts Loki, and he knows that Loki wouldn’t push for more than Bucky was willing to give.

If anything, Bucky might learn something new. That seems to happen with Loki all the time.

“I got myself off earlier, thinking of you,” Bucky admits, breath hitching as his hands twist in the sheets. “How’s that for your ego?”

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"Details," he prompted in a low, almost melodic drawl, his hand moving steadily over Bucky's cock as he pressed between his legs, letting the head of his cock catch along the rim of his puckered hole, which had not yet been prepared. Loki had no intention of hurting him, or pushing him too far, but there was a certain thrill in the threat of being taken without warning, and that was a particular rush he intended to exploit.

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"I'm sure you'd love to know," he groans out, breath hitching as Loki's cock nudges between his ass cheeks, brushing against his dry hole. He doesn't think Loki would fuck him dry, especially when, thanks to his powers, they don't even have to part to get lube. Still, it sends a shivery flush of anticipation through him and he licks his deeps, taking a deep breath.

"I was on the sofa, and there was something on TV that made me think of you. I don't even remember what it was," Bucky begins, which is true mostly because it takes very little to make Bucky think of him. "So I fucked my fist with my eyes closed. Imagined it was you."

His eyes are closed now, because it's easier to say such things when he can't see. He metal hand curls over Loki's fist around his cock, squeezing a little tighter and dragging up slowly, holding it near the tip and slowly bucking his hips up to fuck into that perfect pressure.

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"You don't have to keep your eyes closed now, darling," Loki pointed out, letting Bucky set the pace of their hands gliding down his length.

"You imagined you were fucking me," he clarified, his voice at a low rumble. "Did you take your time with me?"

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Loki's voice pours over him, low and deep and melodic, and Bucky furrows his brow and bites his lip, gasping as the pleasure builds.

"You were blissfully quiet," Bucky says as his eyes flutter open, as if Loki isn't perfectly aware of just how much Bucky likes hearing him talk like this.

"But you're going to fuck me now, aren't you?" He pants out, toes curling as he lets go of Loki's hand to grip at his forearm instead, eyes dark as they meet Loki's. "I know that you like being the only one who has."

Bucky likes it, too, or he wouldn't have said it at all.

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Laughing, Loki said, "If you wanted quiet, dear, you'd find someone else to fuck."

His hand slowing, Loki squeezed the base of Bucky's cock, his other hand moving between their bodies and a slicked finger sliding into him, followed momentarily by another.

"Are you pretending like you don't?" He teased, fingers crooking against his prostate, rocking into him deeply while he thumbed at the head of Bucky's cock.

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“I’m fine right where I am,” Bucky tells him, keeping his voice casual even if he feels anything but. He knows that they aren’t expected to be faithful to each other, the three of them, but Bucky rarely finds the urge to stray elsewhere. Why would he, when this is what he gets here?

Loki’s slick fingers slide into him, one and then two with barely any time to adjust to the intrusion, and Bucky lets out a low, stuttering moan as they press against his prostate, a place only Loki has touched.

“I do,” he gasps out helplessly, rocking between Loki’s clever hands and shivering with pleasure. “You’re the only one.”

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When choosing this bed, Loki gave careful consideration to its height. He could comfortably extract his fingers from Bucky's body, line up his cock, and sink into him, hands set at Bucky's hips to pull him to the edge of the mattress and onto his length.

Seated fully as he loomed over him, one hand braced against the mattress, Loki palmed the side of Bucky's face, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead.

"There's no one but the two of you," Loki admitted, "I desire no one else." Perhaps it was a conversation to be had at another time, if it required discussion at all, but it was the truth. While they all had the freedom to do what they pleased, Loki hadn't wished to stray in quite some time.

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When Loki pulls his fingers free and lines up his cock, Bucky thinks he’s prepared, but he isn’t. The sensation of being suddenly speared on Loki’s cock is still so new that he can’t help but to whimper as he’s dragged down onto it, gasping at the stretch as his body makes room for the intrusion. It’s pleasure and pain all at once, setting every nerve ending ablaze, and he breathes hard as Loki leans over him.

The angle changes and Bucky’s breath hitches, knees drawn up and thighs splayed open wide. Loki touches him so tenderly, looking down at him with a similar warmth, and Bucky relaxes back against the bed, curling his legs around Loki’s hips and locking his ankles together.

The confession surprises Bucky and his eyes widen a bit before crinkling at the corners as he smiles helplessly, lifting his good hand to Loki’s face, thumbing at the corner of his mouth.

It feels so good to be so deliberately chosen, and Bucky trembles as he clenches down around Loki’s cock, lifting his head to press their mouths together.

“No matter what, no one else can have me like this,” Bucky murmurs, because it’s an easy enough promise to make. No one else has earned the right. And then he laughs a little when he realizes that there’s one small concession to be made. “Unless Sylvie also feels like switching bodies on me, maybe.”

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"That's fair," Loki chuckled, his hand moving to cradle the back of Bucky's head and holding into another languid kiss.

"The same goes for me, I suppose. Otherwise, I'm all yours," he said with eyes sparkling mischievously, lips pressing affectionately to the corner of Bucky's mouth, in contrast to the deliberate grind of his hips.

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It feels like a declaration and Bucky smiles, though it’s quickly wiped from his face as Loki’s cock presses in at just the right angle, applying constant pressure against his prostate while holding him and kissing him at the same time.

Bucky has nothing to compare to, but he can’t imagine that it could get any better than this.

“All yours,” he echoes on a gasp, putting his hands on Loki’s sides, fingertips digging in as his toes curl. “Fuck, Loki, you feel so good. You’re big.”

He chuckles breathlessly and reaches down to give the side of Loki’s ass a playful slap. “At the risk of expanding your ego even further.”

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Laughing gleefully, Loki said, "Expand away," and trust a bit harder in retaliation for the playful swat to his ass.

"Tell me how I can reach all the right places," he teased, pressing one of Bucky's knees higher to change the angle of his hips, though the rhythm of his hips returned to that maddeningly slow grind.

"You've touched yourself like this, haven't you? Put your fingers inside, but you can never quite reach."

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Loki knows exactly what he's doing, is well aware of just how good he is at this, and it doesn't bother Bucky that he's had a millennia of practice. That just means that he gets to reap the benefits now, gets to explore desires that he never even knew he had, never had a name for.

He shifts Bucky's leg and sinks in even deeper, and he bares his teeth as he grunts, almost frustrated by how good it feels. Loki has so much power over him, and not just because of the things he can do to Bucky's body. It should be terrifying, and sometimes it is, but not so much in the way that Bucky expected.

Loki moves slow when Bucky expected fast, and he lets out a needy sort of growl, breath hitching as Loki speaks. He goes still as the words hit him, sending pleasure licking down his spine, and his cheeks flush hotly as he stares up at Loki for a long moment, shocked into silence.

"I've tried," he admits breathlessly, because there's no point in denying it. Of course he's shoved his fingers into himself, chasing the high that only Loki can seem to give him. Of course Loki already knows as much. And then he continues, panting and strained as if the words are being ripped from his lungs. "It doesn't feel as good as you do. I can't get as deep."

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"Even that clever, buzzing digit of yours?" Loki said, and abruptly, he pulled out of him, pressing back in with two fingers before his body had a chance to contract. He crooked them again, and with a wicked smirk, sent a gentle tendril of magic from the tips of his fingers directly to Bucky's prostate— warm and electric.

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"Even with that," Bucky says with a lazy grin, breath catching when Loki suddenly pulls out of him. Before he can so much as register the loss, those long fingers are sliding back in and Bucky arches a little at the sudden press to his prostate. It's already so much and then it's more, a warm buzz that makes his whole body jolt as he cries out sharply.

"Jesus." He chuckles breathlessly and then bites his lip, whimpering as his thighs tremble where they're splayed over Loki's hips. There's a small pool of pearly fluid on his belly, cock leaking steadily. He feels so close to coming already, but he doesn't want to, not just yet. He wants to see how long Loki will have him balanced on this knife's edge. Or maybe he just wants to see how long he could take it.

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"Loki," he corrected playfully, holding him there for a long, trembling moment before pushing a bit more, turning up the figurative dial to something almost unbearable. Then, with a widening grin, he eased off, pulling his fingers free. His free hand was tight around the base of Bucky's cock as he eased his own back into Bucky's ass, this time settling into a steady, well-aimed rhythm.

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"Oh, shut up," Bucky manages, groaning and laughing at the time before suddenly going quiet as that sensation rockets through him again, making him feel lit up white hot, but just before he comes, Loki changes it up again and Bucky lets out a sound like a growl.

"Anything I can do, you can do better? Is that it?" He gasps out, trying his best to hold back a moan and ultimately failing. It's a low, guttural sort of sound and Bucky bites his lip hard, muscles flexing as he tries to stave off his orgasm just a little longer.