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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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."

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"Well, I wouldn't send you out there naked. I'm not a monster," Loki murmured, an arm resting comfortably across Bucky's middle. They were still sprawled awkwardly too close to the foot of the bed, his shins dangling off the end of the mattress, but for the moment, he couldn't muster the energy to move them.

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“You’d pout if I left,” Bucky declares confidently, smiling warmly as he looks up at Loki. He’s become sure of how Loki feels about him, even if he does have his moments of insecurity. He is still only human, after all. And a damaged one of that.

But Loki wants him here, Loki loves him, and Bucky revels in that feeling as he curls his hand around the back of Loki’s neck. “And I’m not going anywhere without a shower, anyway. I smell like a French whore house and I don’t look much better.”

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"Charming," Loki drawled, chuckling softly as he buried his face in the crook of Bucky's neck and sniffed delicately. "I can't say I've been to a French whore house, but I think I like it."

Lifting his head with a smirk, he said, "You're welcome to the shower, but you're right. I was hoping you'd stay."

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"I have," Bucky muses, grinning bashfully and turning his head to the side to offer Loki more of his neck. "A few of the Commandos talked me into it on a night off. They didn't have to try very hard, mind you."

He's never really talked about that night. Steve hadn't gone, unsurprisingly, and there was no reason to talk about it afterward. It feels momentous somehow, telling Loki about it now, and it takes Bucky a few moments to realize why. He has someone to tell his stories to.

"I spent the evening with a lovely young woman named Claudette," he recounts happily, biting his bottom lip as he puts his hand on Loki's face. "Of course I'm staying, idiot."

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"Rude," Loki admonished playfully, teeth closing lightly over Bucky's pulse. "Ah, Claudette. Was she gentle with you? Since you were, I'm assuming, a sweet, young virgin at the time."

They both knew that Bucky wasn't any such thing by the time that he'd joined up, but it amused Loki to tease him so.

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"Hardly," Bucky replies with a chuckle, curling his arm around Loki and burying his fingers in his hair, carding them through slowly, over and over again. "I remember her looking like Veronica Lake, but that's probably a little inaccurate. It'd been six weeks since I'd even seen a woman."

He smiles at the memory, stretching out a little as he turns his head to press his lips to Loki's forehead.

"But she doesn't hold a candle to you, my darling," Bucky murmurs playfully, teasing him just as Loki is doing to him. They both know he isn't going to be jealous of some sex worker from decades ago.

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Laughing heartily, he looked very sincere when he said, "Even a Hollywood starlet would appear rather homely next to you."

He was teasing him, of course, but that didn't make it any less true.

"My darling," he echoed, slipping a hand through Bucky's hair. "You've stolen my line."

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"Stop it," he says with a chuckle. Bucky knows that he doesn't really have anything to worry about in that department, but he doubts his power to make Veronica Lake look homely. Still, Loki seems to believe it, and that makes him feel bashfully pleased.

"I suppose you're rubbing off of me." He manages to say it with a completely straight face which, given that he can feel Loki's soft, sticky cock against his hip, is quite a feat.

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"I suppose so," Loki agreed dryly, barely holding back a grin of his own. Tracing the curve of Bucky's brow, a fingertip sliding down the bridge of his nose, Loki said, "I'm not trying to flatter you. At the very least, you'd fit right in among them."

Loki kissed him again, lingering and familiar. "Who you like that shower? Or we could make use of the bath again."

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"I think we both would," Bucky replies with a smile, because Loki is beautiful, like something carved out of marble centuries ago. The next kiss is soft, comforting, and Bucky relaxes into it, eyes fluttering open when Loki pulls back to look at him. The mere mention of the bath makes him blush, mind immediately going to what happened the last time that he was in that tub, and he chuckles a little.

"That sounds nice, actually," he admits, because a soak in hot water still sounds like such a luxury to him. "You're spoiling me."