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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"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.

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"I certainly don't have any complaints," Loki assured him breathlessly, bracing his knees against the bed and gripping Bucky's hips to pull him down onto each thrust.

Loki fucked him roughly, the two of them falling silent for a long moment, the room filled with the sound of Bucky's moans and the steady slap of their bodies coming together. He was focused fully on Bucky's pleasure, and yes, Bucky was right in guessing that some of that came from a bit of smug one-upmanship, but at his core, he wanted more than anything to make the other man feel good.

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Any snarky comeback dies on Bucky's lips as Loki starts to snap his hips, fucking him hard enough that he can hardly catch his breath. He lets out a wordless moan instead, arching his back and grabbing at Loki's shoulder. He tries, crying out loudly as he goes tense, but it's no use.

He comes with another uncharacteristically loud shout, feeling the first pulse of it hit under his chin before the rest of it stripes his chest, dribbling out over Loki's knuckles. It's an orgasm so intense that his vision goes a little fuzzy as blood rushes between his ears, and all he can do is clutch almost desperately at Loki, fingernails pressing into the meat of his shoulder.

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Loki went still, leaning back and watching with wide eyes as the near violence of Bucky's orgasm overtook him. It was messy and wild and beautiful, and Loki was so taken by it— by Bucky, that he forgot about his own need.

He was still achingly hard, trembling as he leaned over to press his lips to Bucky's, letting out a wordless, soothing murmur as he hooked a hand beneath Bucky's neck and held him in a kiss.

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Bucky is still panting when Loki takes his mouth in a kiss, breathing the air right out of Loki's lungs as they share a messy, passionate kiss. He curls his good arm around Loki's shoulders, tugging him in closer as he keeps his knees hooked over Loki's hips, whimpering at the overstimulation but unable to let it end.

"Aren't you gonna come?" He asks once their mouths finally break apart, accent thick on his tongue as he presses his heel in against Loki's ass, dragging him closer, pulling him deeper, still dazed with pleasure. "Come on, sweetheart."

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"One of these days you're going to let me fuck you hard again," Loki teased, licking his way past Bucky's lips, groaning as the other man tightened his hold, dragging him deeper.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured breathlessly, moving more carefully now in the wake of Bucky's orgasm, as he chased his own.

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“What’s stopping you?” Bucky asks before he can think better of it, lost in his pleasure and not quite ready for it to end. Loki has opened this new door for him, one he never dared step through before, and now he finds himself quite happy to spend time here, as long as it’s with him.

Like being drunk, being so wrapped up in his pleasure, dazed to the point of delirium, is dangerous. His guard is completely down, leaving him vulnerable to attack, but he just doesn’t care, not when he feels this good.

Besides, Loki would protect him. This is one of the safest places that he could possibly be.

“You can try,” he pants against Loki’s mouth, shivering with pleasure at the praise. “If you think you can last that long.”

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"Well, with a challenge like that..." Loki said, chuckling softly against Bucky's mouth. Hooking an arm beneath Bucky's shoulders, Loki lifted him higher on the bed as he climbed onto the mattress to kneel between his spread thighs.

Stretching out atop him, nearly chest to chest, Loki drew him into another thorough kiss. He was still achingly hard, but fucked him slowly, this time, intent on taking whatever time was needed.

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Bucky lets himself be dragged up the bed because he’s pretty sure that he would let Loki do anything to him in that moment. He’s completely at Loki’s mercy, and there was a time when such a thing would have terrified him. Now, while he does feel vulnerable, it’s of the good kind. The safe kind.

Loki’s body blankets his own, smearing Bucky’s come between their bellies as he drags their bodies together. He’s moving so slow, but Bucky is glad for that. He doesn’t think that he could take the quick and hard pace from a few moments ago.

“Fuck, it’s so much,” Bucky pants out, not a complaint but a confession. He feels overwhelmed and he swallows hard, reaching up to curl his good hand around the back of Loki’s neck. “Don’t stop.”

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"Tell me if it's too much," he said, bracing himself on one hand, while the other slipped through Bucky's hair. Bucky's eyes were dark, his pupils blown wide, sweat glistening on his flushed skin. It was almost frighteningly intimate, Bucky's face open and vulnerable in a way it rarely was.

"I could do this all night, if you let me," he murmured, eyes shining with mischief and with love, and while it might have been a bit of an exaggeration, it did feel incredibly important for this not to end quite yet. And if he used a bit of magic to stave off his own orgasm, he felt he could hardly be blamed for it.

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All Bucky can do is nod, glad for the reminder that even though it doesn’t feel like it, he has control over this situation.

His breath hitches as Loki’s hand slides into his hair, and he finds that he can’t look away. The eye contact is nearly as stimulating as everything else, and Bucky clutches at his shoulders almost desperately, blinking when Loki does to break that contact as little as possible.

“You’re cheating, aren’t you?” Bucky pants out, grinning fondly and then wrinkling his nose with a helpless groan, mouth falling open. His cock is half-hard and drooling against his belly, twitching valiantly back to life. Honestly, he’s not sure that he ever got soft at all. “Otherwise I might start to feel a little insulted.”

He’s teasing, of course. He feels so many things, loved and desires and safe, but not insulted.

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"Of course I'm cheating," he laughed, his lips nudging against the corner of Bucky's wide smile. "I'm the god of mischief, not erections, darling. Even I have limits."

Bucky's nose scrunched in a way that could only be called adorable, and Loki felt a flare of warmth in his chest that had nothing to do with lust.

"You came all this way, I did want to make it worth your while."