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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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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."