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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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."

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That makes Bucky laugh out loud. He's never laughed so hard while being so aroused before and it's nothing short of euphoria, sending him up to heights so dizzying that he almost fears the inevitable crash. But Loki will be there when that happens, too.

"The god of both, as far as I'm concerned," he pants out, which is a ridiculous thing to say, but there is no one to hear it but the two of them. After all they've been through, they can still be silly. They can still laugh and feel good and when they're together, Bucky almost forgets that most of the time, he doesn't feel like he deserves it.

"Ever the courteous host." He kisses Loki again, licking a few beads of sweat from his upper lip before kissing the bridge of his nose. "Time spent with you is always worth my while."

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Laughing heartily, Loki said, "I thought you were worried about my ego?" He thrust his hips a bit harder, grinning wildly as he watched the mix of pleasure and amusement warring on Bucky's face.

"I've got to give you a reason to keep coming back, don't I?" He said with a softening smile. Reaching between them, he curled a hand around Bucky's cock, handling him with utmost care.

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"There's no saving it," Bucky replies, gasping as Loki fucks him a little harder. It's perfect timing, his pace picking up as the worst of the sensitivity subsides, and Bucky groans louder as Loki's fingers curl gently around his cock. He takes Loki's wrist in his metal hand, stilling him for a moment but not stopping him, just adjusting.

His other hand slides to Loki's cheek, thumbing at the sharp rise of bone and brushing his hair back, smiling up at him as his heel slides up and down the back of Loki's thigh.

"This isn't the reason I keep coming back," Bucky says quietly, lips brushing Loki's mouth as he smiles. "Not the only reason, anyway."

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"I do hope it's one of the reasons. I am putting in a lot of effort here," he said lightly, nuzzling in close as their bodies moved together.

"I know you're further dazzled by my wit and all my many talents," Loki teased, kissing him softly, his gentleness in contrast to the smug playfulness of his words.

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“Are you? I hadn’t noticed,” Bucky replies, which is an outright lie, biting his lip to try and keep from moaning. “I’m here in spite of your wit.”

Loki kisses him softly and sweetly as he bottoms out, cock nudging against his prostate, and Bucky can’t help but to whimper. He clutches at the back of Loki’s neck, toes curling as the pleasure builds anew, pressure and heat spreading out to his fingertips and toes, until it’s everything, all he can feel.

“You are certainly the best I’ve ever had,” he groans out, because they both know that Loki is the only one he’s ever had like this. And then, because he wants to inject a bit of sincerity before he loses himself to the pleasure entirely, palming at the side of Loki’s face. “I can’t imagine it could be any better than this.”

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With a low, helpless whine, Loki buried his face in the crook of Bucky's neck, his hips stuttering out of rhythm and his cock lurching.

He wanted to say something smart, to make light of the moment, but he couldn't bring himself to. "James," he murmured, almost admonishingly, wanting in that moment to gather Bucky up into his arms and hold onto him. Forever, if possible.

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Loki's rhythm falters and he says Bucky's name almost desperately, so he knows that they are beyond teasing now. They've reached a point where they can only be unflinchingly honest with each other because it's their bodies doing all the talking.

"I know," he replies almost soothingly, letting go of Loki's wrist so he can stroke his fist up and down Bucky's cock. He gets the feeling that Loki will keep trying to hold himself off until Bucky comes again, so he doesn't try to fight it. He throws himself headlong into all that sensation, thighs trembling as he fucks himself back against Loki's erratic thrusts. "Fuck, Loki."

It doesn't take very long before he inexplicably comes again, and while it's less intense, it somehow makes him yell louder as come spurts weakly across Loki's fist. He feels as if he's been set ablaze, with the pleasuring bordering on something close to pain, but it would feel so much worse if Loki pulled out before he came.

"Come on," Bucky pants out, letting his head fall back to the pillow as he stares up at Loki dazedly, thumbing hard at his cheek. "Come on, sweetheart." He grins lazily and while there's a slight smirk to it, he knows that he just looks happy and satisfied. "My darling."

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It ought not to have been a surprise when Bucky came again, nor should it have shocked him how it made him feel. The broken sound of his voice, the trembling of Bucky's body beneath his own, come splattering across his fist and making a mess of them both.

"You menace," Loki said with a helpless laugh, grinning against the corner of Bucky's mouth, not quite able to manage the skill required for a proper kiss. He came with a strangled groan, lips smudging the heel of Bucky's palm, his hand moving from Bucky's cock to grip desperately at his thigh, holding him close and all but collapsed atop him.

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Loki thrusts forward hard and stares there as he comes, pulsing inside of Bucky, emptying into him, and Bucky isn't sure that he'll over get over how good that feels, how intimate and erotic that is. When Loki collapses on top of him, Bucky's arms go around him weakly and he pants against Loki's throat, tasting salt on his tongue.

"Adequate," Bucky pants out, grinning against Loki's jaw, because of course what he means is that it was incredible, and that he feels amazing, and he wants to do it over and over again, maybe forever.

"Hey," he breathes out in a more sincere tone, hissing as he tries to rock upwards to get Loki's cock out of him without dislodging him entirely because now he's on the wrong side of oversensitive. "Don't go anywhere. I just need a sec."

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"Mediocre," Loki agreed with a breathless chuckle, lifting his hips with a low groan when it became clear that Bucky needed a respite.

Well aware that Bucky could take his weight without issue, Loki assured him, "I'm not going anywhere."

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The loss of Loki inside of him makes Bucky shiver as his body readjusts, and for a long moment all he can do is relax back against the bed, arms out to his sides as he closes his eyes and breathes hard. Loki's weight on him is comforting, like he's keeping Bucky tethered to earth when it feels very much like he might float away.

It's a good feeling, that anchor, ranking just up there with pleasure and safety and a sense of belonging. These are just some of the things that Loki gives him.

Eventually, he opens his eyes to see Loki staring at him, and he smiles almost bashfully. "Hi."

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"Mm, hello," Loki murmured, slipping a hand through Bucky's hair. "Lovely evening, isn't it?" His tone was playfully casual, as if making small talk with an acquaintance.

Flashing his teeth in a smile, he leaned down to press his lips to Bucky's in a warm, almost chaste kiss.

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Loki's tone makes him smile wider, eyes crinkled at the corners as he slides his good hand leisurely up and down Loki's side, thumbing at the curve of one rib. He's had his fair share of sex, at least back in his younger days, but it never felt like this after, not with a woman and especially not with a man.

"Just enjoying the afterglow," Bucky murmurs against Loki's mouth just before their lips meet, kissing him back with a low, pleased hum. "I get why people call it that now."

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"This is rather nice, isn't it?" Loki agreed, shifting the brunt of his weight off of Bucky's chest and stretching out along his side, one leg wedged comfortably between Bucky's thighs.

Palming Bucky's cheek, Loki pressed his lips to those charming creases at the corner of his eye.

"In fact, I don't think I'll kick you out of bed just yet, after all."

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Bucky is grateful for the closeness, and the simple, easy affection that Loki is showing him-- kisses to his face, fingers in his hair, Loki's leg between his own. He feels a little vulnerable, a little shaky, maybe even a little needy, but Loki is being sweet to him and it helps.

"Yeah? That's a relief," he breathes out, turning his head to tuck his nose under Loki's ear and press a kiss to the bolt of his jaw, pressing in closer. "It's pretty cold outside."