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Dates seemed to come back to Bucky slower than everything else. By now, most of the important ones are in a datebook mixed in with his journals. The birthdays of his sisters pass by, and then his mother's. He can't exactly remember his father's, but that doesn't bother him much.

He doesn't remember the date he got his papers, or when he was shipped overseas. He doesn't remember the date that he fell from the train. He doesn't even really remember the exact date that he arrived in Darrow, or when he first met Loki or Sylvie, but he remembers July 27th.

It's the date Loki found him on the beach and kissed him in the sand-- the date that they stopped dancing around each other and gave into their desires. It's the date everything changed and now here Bucky is exactly one year later, sitting on the sand in front of his little house by the sea. He stares up at the moon and wonders if he should have tried to do something to commemorate the anniversary. Something held him back, and he's sure that Loki would say that it was his shyness.

Loki said that once, that he was shy, and it's stuck with Bucky all this time because it's never how he would have described himself. He was always the outgoing one, but he changed in a lot of ways and when it came to Loki, and realizing what he liked, yeah-- maybe he's a little shy. He likes being romanced, likes it when Loki is sweet to him, but he rarely has the voice to ask for it.

Another part of him worried that maybe Loki wouldn't remember, and that would hurt. He doesn't think that Loki would find him silly for making note of the date, but Loki has lived so long. What's one year to a god?

He knows it's stupid and it's probably his own anxiety talking, but Loki hadn't mentioned it so Bucky didn't either, and now the day is here and he hates that he's alone. Before he can talk himself out of it, he pulls his phone from his pocket and sends Loki a picture of the water lapping at the sand, along with a message.

Everything changed a year ago today. I'm really glad that it did.

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The effect that the words have on Loki isn’t all that surprising to Bucky, who has spent over a year now trying to learn and understand all that he can about this man who has entranced him so completely, without using magic at all.

There are no quips, no attempts to deflect the raw emotion with flippancy or humor like they are both known to do. Instead, Loki kisses him and Bucky hums soothingly against his mouth, twisting until he’s straddling Loki’s lap more than sitting on it. His knees press into the sand on either side of Loki’s hips and he leans into the kiss, good hand tangled in Loki’s silky hair as he coaxes Loki’s mouth open to deepen the kiss. Their tongues touch and Bucky jerks the slightest bit, overcome by how good it feels to be kissed by someone who means it.

He pulls back after a moment to stare at Loki, thumbing at the corner of his eye before leaning in to press his lips there, tasting salt. Bucky leaves a trail of kisses down his face and then touches their foreheads together, letting out a shaky breath before kissing him again.

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With a shuddering moan, Loki worked a hand beneath Bucky's shirt, desperate in his need to feel the warmth of his skin. He arched beneath the other man's weight, feeling achingly vulnerable – which ought to have been unbearable for a god. Somehow, it was quite the opposite.

Bucky kissed his eyelids, his cheeks, and Loki groaned, saying breathlessly, "I seem to recall mention of a bed."

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Loki’s hand is warm against Bucky’s back, clever fingers trailing along his spine in a way that instantly makes him want more.

He forgets that they’re in public entirely. Sure, he lives on a more secluded stretch of beach but anyone could come walking by.

“Bed sounds good,” he says against Loki’s mouth, finding that he very much wants to be pressed down against soft sheets by Loki’s strong hands. It takes a moment for Bucky to find the strength to pull away, and he gathers the front of Loki’s shirt in his fists, holding onto him as he leans in for another kiss, only to stop just short of meeting Loki’s mouth.

“Race you,” he says, and then pushes Loki back against the sand before getting to his feet and taking off toward the house, head tossed back with a boyish laugh.

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Loki's laughter followed him, the God of Mischief scrambling to his feet and taking off at a mad dash, the two of them chasing one another like children. With a smirk, Loki sent a projection of himself out ahead.

He'd never been above cheating, just a bit.

"And what do I win?" The projection asked, looking back at Bucky with a wild grin.

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It’s not as if Bucky thinks he’s faster than a god, but he’s still surprised when he sees Loki up ahead of him. And then he remembers what Loki can do and he rolls his eyes expansively, slowing a bit as he looks over his shoulder.

“I thought that would have been fairly obvious,” Bucky say as he catches up to the projection, raising a brow as he pulls his shirt over his head. He walks right through the projection as he does, tossing it carelessly onto the porch as he climbs the few steps to the glass door leading to his bedroom.

“Or do you need me to spell it out for you?” He asks as he pulls the elastic from his hair, shaking it out and then running his hand through it as he gives Loki a heated look.

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"I happen to have a very vivid imagination, but I do enjoy hearing you say it," Loki said, and as the other man slowed just outside the door, Loki surged forward, hauling Bucky clear off his feet and throwing the door open with a swirl of green magic.

Hefting Bucky over his shoulder, Loki carried him over the threshold, and dumped him unceremoniously on the bed.

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“I’ll bet you do,” Bucky replies in a low purr of a voice, just before he’s literally swept off of his feet. He’s long since given up on trying to pretend he doesn’t like being manhandled by Loki. Anyone but him or Sylvie might get a fist to the face for trying anything of the sort, but Loki picking him up and tossing him into the bed makes all the blood in his head seem to rush south in one hot pulse.

Sprawled on the bed in only a pair of black sweats, Bucky props himself up on his elbows, thighs falling open as his waistband is dragged obscenely low. “I guess you won.”

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"I seem to recall you promising yourself to me— Always, was it?" Loki teased, and instead of shedding his clothes through the use of magic, he unbuttoned his shirt by hand. Shrugging it off and letting it fall to the floor, Loki crawled onto the bed between Bucky's legs, his smile playfully predatory.

"That already set me quite a fair bit ahead."

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“You sweet talker,” Bucky teases, biting his bottom lip as Loki’s clever fingers work open the buttons of his shirt. As convenient as it can be when Loki magically disrobes, there’s something sexy about watching him undress the old-fashioned way.

Loki climbs onto the bed and Bucky fists the bedding in one hand, hard enough that he’s tenting the thin material of his sweats. The way Loki looks at him makes Bucky’s breath catch, and he swallows hard as he tilts his head up expectantly, wanting desperately to be kissed.

“Yeah, always,” he murmurs, lifting one leg to hook his knee over Loki’s hip, pulling him in eagerly.

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"Well, if you're mine, I better make use of you," Loki murmured, ducking his head to kiss the rise of Bucky's hipbone, which peeked above the low-ridden waistband of his sweats. He let his cheek brush against the impatient bulge beneath thin cotton, and looked up at Bucky with a sly, toothy smile.

The other man was insistent, urging him upward for a kiss, and Loki obliged. Licking his way past Bucky's lips, Loki reached between them to push aside the waistband of Bucky's sweats, his own jeans shoved down until they were both bare to the knees.

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Plenty of people have made use of Bucky and the words should turn him off, but coming from Loki they do the opposite. Nothing bad could come from Loki making use of him, nothing at all.

“I like it when you do that,” Bucky says against Loki’s mouth, because he might as well keep being open and honest. “I like not having to think and knowing that I’ll be safe.”

Loki shoves their pants down and Bucky tries to tug his feet free of the twisted fabric, but then Loki’s hips press him down to the bed and Bucky lets out a truly embarrassing sound, needy and low. He drags his nails down Loki’s back just enough to sting, then grabs a greedy handful of his ass as they kiss again, tongues slotting together just as perfectly as their hips.

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Loki managed to lever himself off of the other man just long enough to rid them of their clothes, kicking Bucky's sweats off the end of the bed while banishing his with the aid of magic. Dragged back down into the cradle of Bucky's hips, Loki dove into the kiss, skill giving way momentarily to desperate need.

It was instinct to argue. To warn him that he should never, under any circumstances, feel safe around someone like Loki. But he wanted to believe himself capable of protecting this man's heart. He wanted to be someone who could build a life, not destroy it.

"I love you," he said roughly, all other words having failed him.

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Loki goes a little tense at Bucky’s declaration, but he understands why, he thinks. He’d react the same, given his past and how dangerous he was. And still is. But they’re safe with each other.

They kiss passionately, grasping at each other with strong hands, and Bucky lets out a rough whimper when Loki says that he loves him. His arms tighten around Loki’s shoulders and his legs spread wider to make room for him, hips jerking up with undeniable need.

“I love you,” Bucky echoes, tipping their foreheads together as he tangles his good hand in Loki’s hair.

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Bucky's hips jerked with increasing desperation and Loki murmured soothingly, reaching between them with a finger conveniently covered in lubricant. He made quick work of preparing the way, having practiced this enough times to know exactly what the other man needed.

His own hands were uncharacteristically graceless as he took himself in hand, pressing into Bucky's body willingly until he was seated to the hilt.

"We ought to go out later," he said, looking down at the other man with a wild and nearly disbelieving grin. "Really celebrate."

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Thankfully, Loki doesn’t drag it out. He preps Bucky quickly and efficiently, and when he presses his cock into Bucky’s body, he lets out a relieved sort of moan and relaxes into Loki’s embrace, soothed now that he’s gotten what he so desperately needed.

Loki’s suggestion makes Bucky bark out a surprised laugh, and he nods a little as he palms the back of Loki’s head with his metal hand, smiling into the kiss as their mouths meet.

“Buried inside me and already thinking of future plans? I feel insulted,” Bucky teases, nipping at Loki’s bottom lip and then clenching down around his cock, thighs pressing in against his hips. “Focus on me, sweetheart. Don’t I feel good?”

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"I was only trying to make you laugh, darling," Loki said, one hand braced against the mattress while the other cradled the curve of Bucky's jaw. "I can assure you, there's nothing in universe for me but you, right now."

Grinding in deep, Loki stilled, allowing Bucky to feel that unrivaled fullness.

"You're perfect."

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The smile falls from Bucky’s face as Loki touches him, replaced by widened eyes and a slack mouth, completely overcome by Loki in his entirety— his voice forming those words, his hands touching Bucky so reverently, his cock pressing in so deep.

“Oh God,” Bucky gasps out, letting out a stuttering moan as Loki takes up space inside of his body. It’s something so intimate, something that makes Bucky so vulnerable, and he truly can’t imagine giving himself to any other person like this. It’s Loki only, and it feels like something sacred, knocking the world off if its axis for a few moments every time it happens.

“Loki,” he moans out, letting his head fall to the pillow as he stares up at Loki’s face, gasping sharply when Loki changes the angle and presses against his prostate. “You feel so good.”

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"How's that, then? Is that enough focus?" Loki challenged, drawing out of Bucky's body slowly, then angling to drag over Bucky's prostate as he snapped his hips forward. And again, harder this time, and harder, soon fucking him with smooth, firm thrusts with the full length of his cock.

In Bucky's little seaside cabin, he could be as vocal as he liked, which Loki encouraged wholeheartedly.

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In hindsight, it’s absurd that Bucky was sure that being on the receiving end of this wasn’t something he would enjoy. It never held any appeal before Loki came along and make him want things he never thought he would.

Having Loki inside of him, striking that same magical spot inside of him over and over again, makes Bucky cry out and writhe with pleasure he never thought possible. A small part of him, one stuck in the past, thinks he ought to be embarrassed for whimpering and quivering with need, but it’s a part of him that’s easy to ignore. Loki would tell him that he was being absurd, because Loki likes it when he’s loud, when he’s overwhelmed with pleasure. Bucky has no reason at all to be embarrassed.

So, he cries out Loki’s name again, digging his fingertips into the other man’s back as he rocks up to meet each deep, deliberate thrust of Loki’s sizable cock.

“Fuck, that’s good,” Bucky pants out, breath hitching as his cock leaks against his belly. “Harder, baby, c’mon.”

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"We don't want this over too soon, do we?" Loki inquired playfully, equally breathless.

Grinning wolfishly, sat back on his haunches and gripped Bucky by the hips, pulling him down to meet every thrust. As he did, energy in the vague shape of his hands seemed to crawl up Bucky's arms, gently arranging them over Bucky's head and pinning them firmly to the mattress.

"I could keep you just like this for quite a while, if I liked."

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“You could just keep going,” Bucky offers in a similar tone. He doesn’t always like to be overstimulated in such a way, but he’s in a certain mood tonight. He’s feeling happy and loose, and he trusts Loki to hold him together.

When Loki sits up, Bucky can tell by the look on his face that he’s about to experience something insanely sexy, and he’s not at all disappointed. His eyes widen slightly as shimmering facsimiles of Loki’s hands travel up his body and press at his arms. Bucky lets the magic moves his arms however Loki would like, and inhales sharply as Loki pins his hands down and grab possessively at his hips at the same time.

“Oh no, that’d be terrible,” Bucky pants out in a dry, sarcastic tone, arching his back to put his wet, hard cock on better display. “Don’t do that.”

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Bucky's cock bobbed between them, but Loki pointedly ignored it, instead putting all his attention into the relentless pressure on Bucky's prostate.

"You say that now, darling, but I'm not sure you could take it," Loki challenged, and if Bucky suddenly felt an extra spark of pleasure, warm, electric energy curling around his prostate and seeming to coil through his testicles, well... Loki was a very benevolent god.

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Bucky opens his mouth to refute such a ridiculous claim, but words fail him as warmth pulses between his legs, sending bright sparks of pleasure up his spine. His eyes might even cross a little as Loki grinds against his prostate, and he drops his head back with a rough grunt. The unseen grip on his hands is firm when Bucky presses up against it, probably because he’s not actually trying to get free. If anything, he wants to be held tighter.

“I could certainly try,” he grits out, slowly swiveling his hips and pressing back against Loki’s cock. He’s pinned down, held firm by Loki’s hands and his cock, and Bucky lets out a low moan as he goes limp against the bed, thighs falling open in an obvious invitation for Loki to do whatever he pleases.

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Groaning, Loki said, "If you weren't so perfect like this, I'd be tempted to ride that beautiful cock of yours." It curved towards Bucky's belly, swollen nearly purple.

With a wry smirk, he changed the angle of his thrusts slightly, easing a bit of the pressure off of Bucky's prostate. Slowing down, he began to fuck him more languidly, wanting to draw out Bucky's orgasm with purposeful intensity.

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“We’ve got all night, sweetheart.” His voice is shot, coming out low and rough. He keeps his eyes open and locked on Loki’s face, watching him intently. He’s so beautiful, all sharp angles but still soft somehow, with crystal blue eyes and red lips. Bucky never wants to stop looking at him.

Loki changes the pace, easing him away from what was about to be a very quick orgasm. Bucky lets out another low, stuttering moan as Loki sinks into him again and again, making himself at home in Bucky’s body. Every nerve ending feels like it’s been set ablaze and Bucky’s eyes water at the corners from the intensity of it all, but he doesn’t want it to stop.

“Kiss me,” Bucky pleads, lifting his head as much as he can to try and seek out Loki’s mouth. “I want you closer.”