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 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."

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"I'm quite the altruist," he teased. Then, with an arched brow, he lifted a hand lazily, sending a spark of magic in the direction of the bathroom.

Moments later, the sound of the bath filling could be heard filtering through the cracked door.

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“Is that what you call it?” Bucky asks, watching as Loki’s long arm stretches out elegantly, fingers that have brought him so much pleasure flicking in the air. The water turns on and Bucky laughs, happy and fond, and reaches up to push Loki’s hair out of his face.

From downstairs, Bucky hears a soft bark and the click of nails letting him know that Bopp is safely back into the house, and that makes him feel even more relaxed.

“I suppose I do need to wash all this come off,” he says with a bashful laugh, flushing a little as he shifts his hips and feels the mess between his thighs, still leaking out of him and onto the sheets. “You really made a mess of me.”

It’s very clear by his tone that he doesn’t mind.

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"Oh yes. How else would you characterize my very giving nature?" Loki continued to jest, kissing the inside of Bucky's wrist affectionately.

"As long as you don't mind me ruining all our hard work in the bath again later."

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"Big plans, huh?" He has no doubt that they could both go again, and Bucky marvels at his own libido. Would he even be truly satisfied with anyone else, or have they just awakened something in him, some endless craving?

"Are there bubbles?" Bucky asks as he rolls off of the bed and stands up, stretching his arms over his head as he walks towards the bathroom. There's an ache in his ass and his inner thighs are slick, and he can feel Loki's heavy gaze on him from the bed. "I am going to very disappointed if there aren't any bubbles."

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"Well, aren't you demanding?" Loki observed, grinning as he watched unabashedly as his lover— his partner, his boyfriend, walked naked across the room, muscles moving enticingly under his skin as he stretched indulgently.

There were bubbles, of course, if only because Bucky had seemed amused by them the first time they'd made use of the tub.

On his feet, Loki closed the distance between them and swooped in to kiss the nape of Bucky's before brushing past him. With the tub already half full, the bathroom was warm and pleasantly scented, and Loki let out a pleased hum as he bent to check the water's temperature.

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The kiss to the back of his neck almost startles him with how intimate it feels, which he supposes is a little silly given what they just did, but he likes it. They’ve gone from sniping at each other and throwing punches to this simple domesticity, this warmth and safety, and Bucky marvels over it all the time.

Bucky follows him into the bathroom, blushing at the sight of the tub and then immediately getting distracted by the sight of Loki bent over it, long legs and round ass on display. He feels sated, satisfied, but still so full of want.

“I told you that you were spoiling me,” Bucky chides as he steps up to the tub, giving Loki’s pale ass a light and playful slap before rubbing at the spot, hand gliding up the length of his spine.

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"I'm taking care of you. It's time someone did," Loki said airily, a tease only to soften the reality of it. Loki had been pampered his whole life— even he couldn't deny that, but Bucky had never been so privileged.

There were other ways to show he love, he knew, but this one was particularly easy. Besides, it felt shockingly good, doing these little things to make his lovers happy.

Stepping over the tub's edge, Loki lowered himself into the steaming water and offered Bucky his hand.

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Bucky isn’t respecting such a sincere response. Loki says it like it’s casual, but Bucky knows that he means it, and there’s a combative part of him that wants to say that he doesn’t need to be taken care of, but it’s easy to keep that voice at bay.

No, maybe he doesn’t need it, but that doesn’t mean that he doesn’t want it.

He watches as Loki gets into the tub, stares at his outstretched hand, and swallows hard. He gives Loki a small, private smile and takes Loki’s hand, stepping into the tub. He could sit against the opposite side, but instead he turns and lowers himself until he’s sitting between Loki’s thighs, back resting against Loki’s muscular chest.

It’s an unfamiliar position and it takes Bucky a moment to relax into it, but he sighs contentedly as he does, head tipping back against Loki’s shoulder as he closes his eyes.

“You do a good job of it,” Bucky murmurs softly, turning his head to touch his mouth to Loki’s jaw in a gentle, grateful kiss.

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Loki's arms settled around him, somehow still shocked by the comfortable intimacy of the moment. Bucky's weight was warm and familiar against his chest, and a part of him felt that it should've been strange, the two of them sharing such a quiet moment of domesticity, but it wasn't the first time and would not be the last.

"I doubt there's another soul in the universe who'd believe that were possible, save for one," Loki pointed out, a thoughtful frown creasing his brow. "You make it rather easy."

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It feels wonderful, all of it. The hot water, the fragrant oil, the bubbles fizzing gently against his skin, but mostly Loki’s arms around him, strong and secure, safe enough that Bucky can let himself relax. He practically melts against Loki, helpless against the combination of his bath and their lovemaking.

“Maybe people just need to look harder,” Bucky mumbles, resting his metal arm against the side of the tub and curling his other hand around Loki’s knee under the water. “Maybe that’s what we all needed, hm? Someone to really see us.”

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"I haven't allowed many people to see me," Loki admitted, a hand resting over the steady beat of Bucky's heart. "Not terribly long ago, the possibility would've caused me a great deal of panic."

It wasn't easy, being so desperately vulnerable, but it seemed the advantages outweighed any existential terror.

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"I can't imagine what that feels like," Bucky drawls out with his eyes closed, smirking ever so slightly. He could have said the same for himself, as Loki well knows, and he opens his eyes to watch as Loki's large hand rests on his chest, just over his heart.

Bucky lifts his good hand from the water to put it over Loki's on his chest, twisting his head until he can press a soft kiss to Loki's smooth jaw, mouth lingering there against his skin.

"I see you," he admits quietly. "And I'm not going anywhere."