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Steve never thought he could feel this comfortable. 

Sure, he was content with his life in Brooklyn in the 40s, but he had to worry about his next meal every day. He had to take care of his mother and manage to find a job that would actually accept him. 

But now, as his gaze drifts across the long table placed with wine glasses and blueberry pie, the Avengers laughing and bickering, he feels a comfortability and security he never thought he would experience. 

It was Bucky’s idea, to begin with. Steve followed along because Bucky seemed excited by the whole endeavor. 

A housewarming party. 

They finally secured a brownstone in Brooklyn; one that, even with a variety of differences, still brought back memories of his old place when he was a kid. The home is beautiful, filled with chestnut walls and wide windows that overlook the city. It brings a snug, comfortable feel. 

The place isn’t too big, which Steve prefers. Bucky prefers it as well. Having a spacious home would cause a series of uneasiness for the both of them. Too much emptiness and vacancy. 

But this one is just right. After a few weeks, Steve and Bucky decorated the place as their own. Bucky got himself a bookshelf (where he keeps his Lord of the Rings books that he’s secretly obsessed with), and there’s a small room for Steve to keep his painting supplies. Even after all these years, Steve is shy to share his artwork with Bucky, no matter how much the other man voices his curiosity.

Then there is the matter of the bedroom. 

For some reason, the bedroom took longer to get ready. As they searched for a proper bed, the two men spent their nights sleeping in the living room with sleeping bags. It reminded Steve of when they were kids. Using sleeping bags whenever Bucky stayed the night. 

That happened a lot when they were kids, Bucky staying the night. Steve was grateful. Though he loved his mother, having a friend there through her sickness made him feel better. Made the situation a little more normal. 

Sometimes, when it got too cold, Bucky would beckon Steve to crawl into his sleeping bag with him, and they would fall asleep tangled together. They wouldn’t speak of it the next morning. 

But now, they’ve finally got a large bed that makes them both comfortable. They just set it up today before the team came over for dinner. 

“Look at that, Stevie. Big enough for both of us giants,” Bucky had said as he stared at their handiwork when they set it up. 

Steve had smiled, but it faded a little when Bucky stared at him with sizzling eyes. 

And that’s when Steve realized that maybe this was the night. The night where he and Bucky would…

Steve had cleared his throat and nodded in agreement. “Yeah, looks great.”

Steve will admit he’s nervous, but he’ll also admit that he’s ready. So ready. He knew since he and Bucky became a couple that he wanted to go all the way. But he never knew the right moment, and Steve knows Bucky has been waiting patiently. 

Yes, they’ve been doing other things, such as handjobs and rutting against each other like blushing teens. But that’s all, and while those things have been heavenly, Steve thinks he’s ready for more. 

He almost wanted to cancel the team coming for dinner after that realization, but Bucky seemed excited to show off their new home, so Steve left it. 

Steve looks beyond the window that displays the Autumn trees. The streets are flourishing with colorful leaves and slick pavements from constant rainfall. 

This used to be Steve’s least favorite season. His former small apartment got so cold since they couldn’t afford a heater. 

It’s different now, he reminds himself. It’s okay now. And in this new and unexpected life, Steve actually has the time to admire this time of year. It’s as if every bakery in New York City has settled for selling pastries relating to apples, cinnamon, maple, and pumpkin flavors. It’s a different atmosphere when Steve takes a walk through the city in a snug sweater, admiring the gray skies and sprinkling rain. 

Steve even decided to decorate the brownstone. He and Bucky went to a nearby pumpkin patch and picked some fairly odd-looking pumpkins. They lined them up on the doorstep and even put some around the house. They purchased a few candles with scents such as pumpkin spice, cinnamon hot chocolate, apple cider, and woodsy forest. Steve can tell the scent of them calms Bucky. Maybe it won’t just be a holiday occurrence. He will make sure to purchase some year-round. 

“Jesus, I’m full.” Tony slumps in his seat and puts a hand over his stomach. “Cap, I’m never coming to one of your housewarming parties again. I’m incapable of movement.”

“I didn’t force you to eat anything,” Steve points out. 

“Peer pressure is diabolical.”

“You should come cook for me, Steve. I won’t pay you, but you can think of it as a friendly gesture,” Natasha says, taking a sip of her wine. 

Steve huffs a laugh. “I have a feeling that will be a regular occurrence.”

A warm palm grasps Steve’s shoulder. “Don’t steal him, Natasha. I know where you live,” Bucky says as he places a refilled glass of wine in front of Steve.

“You really don’t,” Nat argues softly. And even if it sounds teasing, it’s true. No one knows where Nat lives, but not one of them questions it. 

“Didn’t know you could cook,” Sam chimes in. “So you’re the savior of the world–”

“That’s me,” Tony interrupts as he takes the last bite of his pie. 

“--and you can cook.”

Steve shrugs, now wishing Bucky hadn’t revealed that he made dinner. “You heard Tony. Don’t get titles wrong.”

“You mind if I take some pie home?” Clint asks, sliding his fork across the table in an attempt to steal a bite of Nat’s piece of pie. She flicks his fork away with hers, and he gives up. “Wanna take some to the kids.”

“Definitely,” Steve says. “Buck and I can’t eat all of those leftovers.”

“Shit, we can’t even finish it, and there’s six of us,” Sam says. 

Tony snaps his fingers at Steve, gesturing to Sam. “Cap, he said a naughty word.”

Clint barks a laugh as Steve sighs. “I will forever regret my decision of saying, ‘language.’”

Steve sends Bucky a look of betrayal when he hears his partner chuckling. Bucky shrugs, a wide grin on his lips. “Don’t look at me. I may be old-fashioned like you, pal, but I don’t go around chastising people for using profanity.”

“It was once!” Steve complains. 

“And that once will live on,” Nat says, humor glimmering in her eyes. 

“Bucky, has Steve always disliked bad language?” Sam questions, propping his elbows on the table like he’s interested.

“Oh, yeah,” Bucky answers without hesitation. Steve rolls his eyes. “He’s never outright said it, but whenever I dropped down that vulgarness, he’d give me a look.”

“I need a representation of that look,” Tony says. 

“You know, he’d kind of scrunch his nose and furrow his brows as if I’d kicked his puppy.” Bucky looks at Steve and points to his face. “Just like that.”

Steve didn’t even realize his nose was slightly scrunched. He instantly smooths his face as everyone bursts out laughing. Maybe it’s the wine. 

But as he sees everyone’s smiles, Steve can’t help but grin as well. 

Then he feels a palm grip his thigh under the table. Steve’s face warms, and he looks to Bucky, who continues speaking as if his hand isn’t gripping Steve’s thigh like a vice. 

Natasha leaves last. Steve embraces her in a hug and Bucky grants her a nod. 

“Sad Banner couldn’t make it,” says Steve as he walks her out.

“I tried to convince him to, but you know him. Sometimes I think he’s as bad as Tony when it comes to his techy stuff.”

Steve snorts. “I don’t doubt it.”

Nat looks over Steve’s shoulder, where Bucky stands. She grins, her next words a whisper, “Get lucky tonight, soldier.”

Steve huffs a laugh. “Go away, Nat.”

She laughs as she exits through the front door. Steve shuts it and locks it. 

He turns to Bucky, sighing. “Yeah. That was a good idea.”

“Told you.” Bucky steps forward to run his hands over Steve’s waist as if he’s been waiting to do so all night. He probably has. Steve and Bucky aren’t ones for public affection. 

Steve chuckles, his palms running across Bucky’s broad shoulders. “Don’t have to sound cocky.”

“No?” Bucky says. Steve shivers when a kiss is planted on his neck. “You know that’s my favorite thing, baby. Don’t ruin it.”

Bucky gets working on Steve’s neck after that kiss like once wasn’t enough. Steve’s hand goes to the back of his partner’s neck as Bucky’s lips become more vigorous. 

It’s a nice night. No current missions to uphold, and no meetings the next morning. He and Bucky have been constant in the bedroom, though only with the same things. Steve is grateful Bucky doesn’t seem to mind. At all. No, Bucky seems to love everything and anything they do, no matter how small. Steve knows he’s the most inexperienced partner he's been with, but Bucky never teases him about it. He seems to take that into their intimacy, showing Steve new things that Steve never thought he could experience. 

The one thing Steve knows Bucky hasn’t brought up is…going all the way. It seems like such a fantasy a teenager would have, but God, Steve wants it to be special. He’s as nervous as the next person for his official first time. For the last few months, he’s purposely stayed away from discussing it with Bucky. And he won’t deny that he’s seen Bucky quite eager to move to the next level in their sex life, no matter how patient he is. But Steve hardly knows how to do the other stuff. He’s still clumsy and nervous. 

But throughout his time with Bucky as an official couple, Steve has learned something. He can’t expect everything to be perfect, and he won’t know how something will feel unless he experiences it. He has also learned that Bucky is never one to judge, never one to push. If Steve wants to stop, he knows Bucky won’t question it and will stop in an instant. The same goes for vice versa. 

Steve has realized how sturdy their relationship is. After all the trials they’ve been through together, Steve truly believes they can get through anything. They can read each other’s thoughts. They have a connection like no other. 

All of these things have granted Steve confidence. Sex is a new arena for him. It has been for a while. But he knows with Bucky, trying new things isn’t as frightening as he expected if they do it together. 

“Buck?” Steve murmurs, hand tightening on the other man’s neck. 

Bucky hums, tongue now lapping at a spot on Steve’s collarbone. 

“Um…” Steve swallows. “I…I think I’m ready.”

The kisses stop. Steve’s heart stutters. Slowly, Bucky’s steel eyes travel up to him. 

“What was that, Steve?” Bucky croaks. 

Steve licks his lips. “I- I think…think I wanna…”

“Use your words, baby. Tell me, it’s okay.”

Steve’s fingers grip Bucky’s hair. “You know what I want.”

“Don’t do that,” Bucky whispers. He stands up straighter, now at his full height. “Tell me. What you want.”

Steve clenches and unclenches his limp hand. “I want you to fuck me, Bucky.”

Bucky stares at him for a long moment. Steve feels himself shake with anticipation. Did he say the wrong thing? Was that too forward? Was–

Lips crash against how own in a flash, a biting kiss that pulls a moan out of Steve. The hands on his waist grapples, clenches at his sweater. Tongues clash together. 

Steve feels himself getting walked backward, Bucky somehow navigating the expanse of the entrance to the hallway. Before Steve knows it, a door is getting pushed open behind him, and he’s getting led into the bedroom. 

When Bucky breaks the kiss, his voice is as breathless as Steve’s. “You sure you want this, honey? You don’t have to push yourself–”

“Bucky,” Steve says softly. “I’m ready. I promise.”

A full grin takes over Bucky’s lips. “Those are nice words to hear.”

The edge of the bed hits the back of Steve’s knees. Once Steve falls onto the plush mattress, Bucky follows, crawling on top of him. A few more kisses to his lips, deep, loving ones that go straight to Steve’s bulge.

Bucky pulls back a little to look into his eyes. Firmness trickles through his gaze. “Now I’m serious about this, Stevie. If it gets too much–”

“Buck–”

“Let me finish,” Bucky says, his voice leaving no room for protest. “This is a big step. May hurt a little, but I’ll make you feel good, I promise. But if it’s ever too much, I need you to promise me you’ll tell me. Got it?”

Steve swallows, his throat dry. “Yeah, Buck. I got it.”

“Atta boy.” Bucky lifts up his shirt enough to expose his full chest. Lips latch onto his left nipple, and Steve can’t stop his moan when Bucky’s tongue swirls around it like a man parched. Hands grip his sides, claiming him like no other. Bucky’s mouth moves to his other nipple, sucking and licking as Steve arches his back. 

Bucky makes a low, desperate sound when he unbuckles Steve’s belt, roughly taking his pants off. “Need’a open you up, baby,” he says, his lips traveling down his stomach, tongue tracing defined abs. Steve’s hand comes up to smooth Bucky’s hair. “Get you nice and ready.”

Steve’s entire top half turns flushed when his cock springs out, open to the cool air. A devilish smile takes over Bucky’s lips. Steve can’t help but admire how unbelievably handsome his Bucky is. Sparkling eyes filled with unspeakable mischief and a sinful, capable mouth. Steve also likes the stubble on Bucky. He’s been growing it out a little, and the scratch on his skin is a welcomed feeling.

How did he get so lucky?

“Open, sweetheart, open those legs,” Bucky instructs. 

Slowly, Steve spreads his thighs, embarrassment creeping through him. Bucky leans up to kiss him for much-needed reassurance, and the action instantly calms Steve. He sighs into the kiss, and can’t help but mourn the loss of those perfect lips when Bucky pulls back. 

Bucky groans, taking the back of Steve’s knees to spread him shamelessly. Steve’s breath turns shallow. 

“Fuck,” Bucky hisses. “I’m not gonna lie, Stevie, I’ve been thinkin’ about this for so long. How I’d have you for the very first time.” He licks his wet lips. “Imagined you on your stomach, havin’ you from the back.” Steve makes a choked noise at the thought. “Imagined you riding me, taking what’s yours. That’d be a pretty sight. You like taking what’s yours, don’t you, baby? Yeah, I know you’re greedy. Don’t have to hide it.” Bucky grins. “But I think I’m gonna have you like this, on your back. You’ll be spread for me…”

Bucky reaches for the dresser at the side of the bed, digging into a drawer and pulling out a bottle of lube. Steve is much too delirious to decipher how Bucky already planted such supplies in the new bedroom. Then again, this stuff is almost always on Bucky’s mind. 

“And you’ll feel me so deep, sweetheart,” Bucky continues, squirting the liquid from the bottle onto his fingers. “That’s what I want. To be embedded in you until you can hardly breathe. Is that what you want, Steve? Huh?”

Steve nods without another thought. “Yes, Bucky, yes.”

A finger rims his hole. Steve’s head falls back on the pillow. Oh, God. 

“You wanna stop?” Bucky asks quietly.

Steve shakes his head. “No…no, keep goin’.”

“Affirmative, Captain.” Bucky chuckles, pressing his finger in. 

And Steve whines. 

“Well, fuck,” Bucky breathes, fucking his finger in and out of Steve’s hole. “Oh, baby…can already tell how tight you are. Jesus, you’re gonna feel heavenly. Don’t think I’ll wanna pull out.”

“Buck!”

“How’s it feel?”

Steve has to hang onto his thoughts, even if his mind is turning to puddy. “It–it’s a little weird, but- but I think it’s good,” he murmurs. 

Bucky hums in acknowledgment, then adds another finger. The two digits move in and out at a steady pace, and Steve begins to feel the friction. His cock grows harder. 

Then Bucky’s fingers go deep.

“Oh!”

“Yeah, baby, feel it now?” asks Bucky. He adds another finger, and Steve moans. 

Yeah. Yeah, he’s feeling something. They hit a nice spot…Steve bites his lip. 

“Look at that cock, baby doll. Leakin’ all over yourself.” 

Steve whimpers at the name. That old-fashioned pet name that he constantly heard Bucky use with different women…

But now? Now it sounds more sincere. More affected and breathless. It’s directed at him. Steve’s face heats, his heart swelling.

“Fuck, Bucky, fuck.”

Bucky smirks. “Language, Steve. Those are some naughty words.”

Steve sends him a half-hearted glare. “Shut up.”

A clipped smack goes to the outside of his thigh. Steve’s heart jumps, a gasp leaving him. “Watch that tone, Captain,” Bucky says. 

Maybe in the future, Steve won’t watch his tone so he’ll get another one of those reactions. 

“Mm, I think you’re about ready, baby. All stretched and open. What do you think?” Bucky asks.

Steve shifts a little. The fingers inside him are beginning to feel so good. Steve can only imagine what Bucky’s cock will feel like…stretching him wide.

He can’t resist. 

“Yeah, Buck,” Steve answers breathlessly. “Yeah, ’m ready.”

“You sure?”

Steve nods, his head lolling against the pillow. “I’m ready, Bucky, please.”

Bucky growls, gently pulling out his fingers. Steve moans at the loss. 

“‘S okay, Steve,” Bucky murmurs, undoing his pants. Steve watches, enraptured. “Gonna get you full again. You want that, baby? Wanna be full?”

“Yes, please, Buck!”

“Shit, ” Bucky curses, taking out his cock and stroking himself. Steve thinks he’ll die and come back to life at the beautiful sight of Bucky working himself, lengthy member appearing and disappearing in his metal hand. “You ready to take me, baby doll? Yeah?”

Steve nods vigorously. “Yes…yes, oh, please–”

They both hold their breaths when Bucky positions himself and sinks in. 

Oh. It’s a lot different than fingers. 

Steve tries to take deep breaths, but it’s no use. Even as such a broad man like himself, this is quite something to take. Bucky is big. Of course, there were many reasons he was known around Brooklyn by the ladies (this being one of them), and Steve has seen him naked before while changing in front of each other when they were living together, so it’s not necessarily a surprise. 

But still…Bucky is a lot to take. 

“Breathe, sweetheart, breathe,” Bucky soothes, though Steve notices his strained voice. “Gonna push a little more. That okay?”

Steve groans, though it edges onto more of a whine. “Y-yeah…”

Bucky pushes until he’s halfway inside of Steve. Steve follows Bucky’s breathing, and Bucky strokes Steve’s cock, which certainly helps. Everything is so overwhelming in a way Steve has never experienced. But…he concludes that he likes it. He likes being this full. He likes Bucky so close to him, breaths mingling and tension strong. 

“Holy fuck,” Bucky hisses, closing his eyes to regain composer. Steve moans, rolling his hips experimentally. Bucky’s eyes snap open as he grips Steve’s thighs tightly. “Watch yourself, soldier,” he groans. “God, Steve, you’re so fuckin’ tight. Tighter than anythin’ I’ve ever had.”

Steve’s eyes peer into Bucky’s. “Is…is that good?”

Bucky huffs a disbelieving laugh. “I’m afraid if I start moving again, I’ll blow my load. So yeah, Stevie. It’s real fucking good.”

Steve whimpers when Bucky starts pulling his hips back, then pushing in. He does it again. And again. Each thrust brings him closer to filling Steve fully. Steve can’t stop his moans with each thrust, a new, glorious sensation coming through him as Bucky goes deeper and deeper. Soon, Bucky is all the way in, cock deeply rooted into Steve. 

“Oh, my God, Bucky!”

Bucky stretches Steve’s thighs embarrassingly wide, hands getting a handful of muscle as he thrusts in again. Bucky’s hungry groans hit Steve’s ear like divine music. “Baby… oh, Steve. You okay? You doin’ okay?”

Steve whimpers, nodding. “Y-yeah. Can- could you go faster, Buck? M-maybe harder?” Steve asks.

A feral smile spreads across Bucky’s lips. “I can do that.” His thrusts become powerful, faster. Skin slapping on skin. Cock hitting Steve’s sweet spot head-on. Legs spread for the perfect angle. 

Steve can’t stop his pathetic moans. His mewls and whimpers. And that’s when he realizes that now? Now he’s getting fucked. 

Bucky’s thrusts pick up. “Yeah. Oh, fuck, yeah, Steve. Tight little hole, all for me, baby. God, you feel me?” His hips slow, and Steve whines in disappointment. But Bucky’s thrusts are still thorough. Bucky rolls his hips, and Steve’s lips fall agape as he feels the head of Bucky’s cock rub along his bundle of nerves. 

Steve’s eyes roll back. 

“Uh-huh. Take that like a good fucking boy, Steve.” The strong and fast-paced thrusts come back. Steve looks down to find his cock soaked in pre-come. He mewls when he feels Bucky’s hand come to his throat, wrapping around it. Though not tightly. It’s a loving hold, one where Bucky can lean forward a little to press closer to him. Enhance the intimacy, if even possible. 

“Does that feel good?” Bucky rasps. 

Steve moans. “Bucky…Buck, m’so good. It’s so g-good!”

“Yeah? You like this cock, sweetheart? You like being full with it? Like how I claim you by being inside you?”

“Yes!” 

The hand on his throat tightens. “I want you to come, Steve. Come all over this cock, baby. Lemme see that pretty face when you come.”

Steve's whole restraint shatters. The orgasm overtakes him, traveling from his head to his toes. Steve can’t tell if he’s making a sound, but Bucky’s hushed words soon come through once the euphoria subsides, allowing his ears to cease its ringing. 

“Gonna fuckin’ come,” Bucky says into his ear, thrusts unrelenting. “Gonna come in this hole, gonna mark you, Steve. Fuck. Oh, yeah. Tighten around me, just like that. Such a good fucking boy–”

Bucky’s groan is guttural when he comes. He buries himself deep inside Steve, letting himself finish right there. Steve whimpers, burying his face into Bucky’s neck, breathing just as heavily as him, feeling himself becoming full of Bucky.

They stay like that for a while. Bucky inside Steve. Steve doesn’t know how much time passes when the other man slowly pulls out. Steve makes a noise of complaint at the loss, but Bucky kisses his jaw, his cheek. 

“Shh, you’re alright, Stevie. God, you did so good, sweetheart. Such a mess for me, just how I like you.”

Steve feels unbelievably tired, but oh, so warm and fuzzy inside. The kisses that travel his body add to that bliss. Bucky brings him close, tucking Steve’s larger body against his. Steve feels kisses on his lips, his chin, his nose. Everywhere. Bucky showers him with love.

“How ‘bout I run you a bath, hm?” Bucky whispers, metal hand running along his back, gently rubbing his backside. Lips go to his temple. “We can have some of that leftover pie. Watch those stupid movies you told me were decent. About space rangers or something.”

Steve hums. “Star Wars?”

“Yeah, that. How’s that sound?”

Nothing sounds better than that.