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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 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.”

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Leaning down further, Loki's body covered Bucky's own, chest to chest, Bucky's hips held firmly to the mattress. Hooking a hand behind Bucky's neck, Loki kissed him deeply, their bodies rocking together in a way that could hardly be called anything but making love. Letting Bucky up for air, Loki kissed his cheek, his jaw, the curve of his throat, feeling the aching length of Bucky's slick cock pinned between their bellies.

"It's barely mid-afternoon," Loki pointed out, his smiling lips against the corner of Bucky's eye, tasting salt. "Perhaps I'll take you outside later and fuck you on that beach, like I ought to have done a year ago."

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Loki closes all distance between them, crashing their mouths together in a passionate kiss, and Bucky melts into it with a low moan. His hands are still pinned over his head, thighs splayed open around Loki’s sinuous hips, and it feels like heaven, like he’s so in love he could burst.

He sucks in a breath when Loki breaks the kiss, blinking up at the ceiling as his tears are kissed away. This is worship, he thinks.

“Should have done it more than a year ago,” he pants out, morning brokenly as Loki thrusts in again, striking his prostate just as his cock slides between their bellies. “I’m so close but I don’t want it to end. I never want it to end.”

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"I could stop," he suggested, almost a warning as he urged Bucky's knees up higher, changing the angle once more. "Let you cool off, then start all over again."

He leaned back, denying him the friction of their bellies, though his thrusts never slowed.

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Loki’s hands caress his wrists and press his knees up at the same time and for a moment it feels like Bucky is being fucked by two of him. The thought makes his cock twitch, leaking out another bead of pearly wet as Loki sits up again. Bucky growls in frustration at the loss of pressure, both against his prostate and his cock, but then he realizes that he can take a deep breath and doesn’t quite feel like he’s going to explode into millions of stars.

He lifts his head and looks at Loki’s face for a long moment, and then gives him a jerky nod, fists clenching as he wraps his legs around Loki’s waist.

“Yeah,” he breathes out, swallowing hard and then heaving another breath. “Yeah, I want it to last.”

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Humming thoughtfully, Loki's thrusts slowed to a standstill, his hips resting flush against Bucky's, and feeling the other man tremble beneath him. The only indications that his own endurance was being tested were the twitch in the muscles of his jaw and the sweat beginning to collect at his hairline.

After a moment, he released his hold on Bucky's hands, allowing him a moment to relax.

Once again sitting on his knees, he dragged Bucky into the cradle of his hips, then murmuring, "Come here, darling," he urged Bucky to sit up astride his lap. While the position didn't give either of them much leverage to move, it brought them closer, and was often disarmingly intimate.

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When the force around his wrists fades away, Bucky lowers his arms and jerks his left shoulder with a mechanical whir, resetting the alignment in his arm. His eyes fall shut as he takes a deep breath, easing himself back from the precipice. The white hot pleasure at his core seems to drift outward, making him feel heavy and alight.

As he's hauled into Loki's lap so sweetly, Bucky spends a moment thinking how terribly romantic this all is, not just this moment but all of them, somehow. So many things had to go wrong for them to end up in a place where they could have this, and Bucky is suddenly grateful for every misstep that he's ever made. It was all worth it to end up here, in the arms of a god who calls him darling.

In this position, there's little Bucky can do but curl his arms around Loki's shoulders and relax into the vulnerable position. Bucky has to tip his head down a little to look into Loki's eyes, so close to his own that they start to go blurry. They're sharing air, sharing everything, and Bucky lets out a stuttering sigh as he brings their mouths together.

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Hooking an arm gently behind Bucky's back, Loki held him close. For a long moment, all they did was breathe, their lips meeting lazily, bodies falling into sync.

Loki tangled a hand in Bucky's hair, his lips drifting down Bucky's neck, over the top of his shoulder, pressing warmly to the scar tissue outlining where skin became Vibranium.

The culmination of all this, whatever had brought them together, whatever made them work so well, seemed wholly miraculous.

Lifting his head, he caught Bucky's eyes, a faint smirk curing his lips. "Seems I was right. This was a wonderful idea," he said, playfully smug in a way only Loki could be.

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Bucky lets Loki set their pace, pressing his knees into the bed on either side of Loki's hips as he lets himself be adorned with Loki's kisses. Each press of his lips is tender and reassuring, and Bucky lets himself linger in the peace that settles over him. Right now, the only thing that matters is this. The rest can wait.

Loki smirks at him and Bucky smiles back almost drunkenly, only to roll his eyes in fond exasperation and then nod, shifting his good hand to the back of Loki's mouth so he can silence him with a kiss.

"It's been known to happen from time to time," Bucky murmurs against his mouth, lips going slack as he slowly lifts his hips and sinks back down, grunting softly into another kiss.

"I know that I'm only feeding your ego but fuck, you feel good. I never could have imagined," Bucky sighs out in a low, flirty sort of tone, further stroking that ego as he slowly rolls his hips in Loki's lap, grinding himself down on Loki's cock and squeezing tight. "It's only been you. It'll only ever be you."

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"You really are full of romance today, aren't you?" He said, matching Bucky's flirtatious tone. Shifting his weight to give himself more leverage, let out a low, breathless groan as he pulled the other man down onto his cock, the rhythm of their bodies slowly building, as promised.

"I must admit, I have, on occasion, fantasized about watching someone other than Sylvie take you apart," he said, his voice deceptively steady. "But why bother with that—"

From across the room, a projection of himself appeared, sitting placidly in the chair by the window, fully clothed and smirking. "When I can watch myself," the projection continued, its fingers drumming almost impatiently on the arm the chair.

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As Loki holds onto Bucky’s hips and starts to fuck him again, Bucky feels a little drunk on the pleasure, loose-limbed and sloppy, but when Loki says he thinks about someone other than him or Sylvie fucking him, he goes a little tense and pulls back to look at Loki’s face. His brows furrow with slight confusion and maybe a little hurt, and he shakes his head a little, because he doesn’t think that he’d want that at all.

But then a projection of Loki appears across the room and Bucky’s breath catches as he turns his head to look at him, making eye contact with him as he tips his cheek over onto this Loki’s shoulder. This, he likes, and he lets out a low moan as he rocks in Loki’s lap, urging himself up onto his knees and then sinking down again.

Loki thrusts up into him and Bucky gasps sharply, mouth falling open on a reedy little whimper, and an aroused shiver goes through him as the other Loki’s smirk deepens.

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"Stop," the projection suddenly commanded, leaning forward in his seat, "On your hands and knees."

The real Loki leaned back, brow arching at Bucky in playful question, as if he wasn't in control of his doppelganger's demands.

"Face the chair," the real Loki suggested, already nudging Bucky off of his lap and arranging him on hands and knees, facing his double. Gripping the strong muscles of Bucky's ass, Loki spread his cheeks, thumbing at the loosened, pink ring of his hole. Cock in hand, he slid back inside in one smooth, powerful thrust, encountering no resistance at all.

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Loki lifts his brow at Bucky like he’s surprised by the projections reactions and Bucky gives him a knowing look, but still complies with the demands. He arranges himself on his hands and knees in front of the projection, eyes a little wide at having Loki in front of and behind him.

His limbs tremble but he keeps his head up to meet the projections gaze as the real Loki moves behind him, getting into position. Loki’s cock presses into him suddenly, all of it all at once, and Bucky lets out a strangled cry as his head falls between his shoulders. It feels so good, like every nerve ending is alight, and Bucky dips his spine almost obscenely as he lifts his head to look at the projection again.

“Too bad I can’t have you in my mouth,” he says to the projection, trying to get more on even footing with Loki. He licks his lips and hums, smiling lasciviously as he rocks forward and then presses back onto Loki’s cock. “I wonder how many ways two of you could fit inside me at once.”

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Despite Bucky's assertion that he wanted Loki to make use of him, he was not the type to take a challenge without pushing back. It was one of the myriad reasons why Loki found him so intriguing. So dazzling.

"Even my magic has its limits," the projection said placidly, though it was suddenly joined by a copy of Bucky, kneeling at its feet. The projection sprawled, a king on his throne, and buried a hand in the hair of Bucky's copy. The projection's skin shimmered, shifting to an icy blue, its eyes darkening red. It's fingers tightened, though there was something loving in the gesture as it pulled the copy of Bucky's head towards its lap.

The real Loki's hands pressed Bucky's hips into just the right angle, his cock striking Bucky's prostate relentlessly. He'd begun to pant, a bit. He'd need a nap, after all this.

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Bucky had expected Loki to try and one up him, but he wasn’t prepared to suddenly see himself kneeling at the other Loki’s feet like a pet. He stares at the projections, eyes widening as Loki’s appearance shifts and he turns blue and cold. He should look frightening, but Bucky stares at him openly, eager as always for any glimpse of Loki or Sylvie with their glamour stripped away.

The projection of Loki pulls the one of Bucky in by his hair, controlling and tender all at once, and Bucky’s mouth drops open on instinct. He watches himself take out Loki’s cock, thick and frosty blue, and can almost feel it on his own tongue.

And then Loki starts to fuck him in earnest, with sharp, purposeful thrusts, and Bucky cries out loudly, dropping to his elbows as he tips his ass up. His own cock is throbbing, drooling messily onto the sheets as his balls draw up tight, and he yells again as his hands scrabble at the bedding.

“I’m gonna come,” he pants out, gnashing his teeth as he watches a projection of himself bob up and down on another Loki’s cock, pink lips stretched around icy blue skin. It’s all too much, and the pleasure gets white hot and intense, almost too intense, just before his orgasm takes over his body.

Bucky comes with a loud cry, hips jerking as he all but collapses to the bed. It seems to keep going and going, traveling over him in waves, and he twists enough to look at the real Loki over his shoulder, reaching back almost desperately for his hand.

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Loki nearly stopped again, just to be a bit cruel, but instead, continued to pound into him steadily, his own orgasm close at his heels. Bucky reached for him, looking back at him with dark, glassy eyes, and Loki gripped his hand tight, his own release shuddering through him as he gathered Bucky's body up into his arms, his heaving back against Loki's chest.

The projections flickered and disappeared, leaving only the two of them and the harsh drag of their breath. Face buried in Bucky's neck, Loki kissed his sweat dampened skin trailing upwards until he finally found Bucky's mouth.

Against Bucky's lips, he let out a sound, almost a sob, and held him close as their bodies continued to cool.

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For a brief moment between his own orgasm and Loki’s, Bucky feels a bit unmoored. It’s overwhelming almost to the point of tears, but then Loki comes inside of him and Bucky lets out a relieved, dreamy sort of sigh.

Loki gathers him up like he weighs nothing, holding him close and keeping him speared on Loki’s cock, and Bucky relaxes back against him as he tries to catch his breath. They’re both slick with sweat, both of them sucking in air, and Bucky’s heart seems to trip over itself at the sound Loki makes against his mouth as they kiss.

“I know,” Bucky says softly, twisting a little and reaching up to put his good hand on the side of Loki’s face, nudging their noses together and kissing him again. “I know, sweetheart.”