For Better or for Worse (Stucky)

Memories

„Shh, don't be too loud, my boy." Rumlow whispered into Bucky's ear, breaths hot as his hands grasped his hips, moving them up and down.
Dark strands of hair sticking to his sweaty forehead, Bucky threw his head back and opened his eyes as he looked at the grey concrete ceiling, breathing loudly. „Sorry..."

Low growls echoing through his body, Rumlow pressed open mouthed kisses onto Bucky's neck as he moved their hips in tandem, moaning against his skin as Bucky groaned and whimpered every time Rumlow hit one of his sweet spots inside of him. „Ow, fuck..."
„Shh..." Rumlow grabbed Bucky's head and pushed it down against his own body, turning it as he continued to kiss his neck and held onto him possessively.

Body shaking in pain and pleasure, Bucky closed his eyes and pressed his opened mouth against Rumlow's neck, moaning against his skin as he felt him pounding into him faster, causing him to shake under his touch. „Hmm.. Hmm, Brock."
„Don't... you dare leave..." Rumlow's breaths were hot and labored with lust as his abdomen tensed with him nearing his climax. Digging his fingernails into Bucky's lower back, he ran them over his skin and left some scratches, causing Bucky to whimper against his skin between his needy moans. „...marks." He finished, grinning against him as he heard his whimpers and felt him licking across his salty skin, thrusts growing rougher and sloppier. Bucky tried to stifle his moans against his neck, restraining himself from disobeying and sucking his skin though he really wanted to, pushing his tongue against his neck instead, his drool mixing with Rumlow's sweat as he totally lost it.

Body starting to tremble horribly, Bucky squeezed his eyes shut and exhaled against his skin in between choked gasps, feeling Rumlow's tough lips against him and strong hands grasping his sides. Eyes clouded with dark splotches, Bucky moaned against his shoulder as Rumlow pushed their hot bodies against each other, stifling his own moans as he climaxed by pushing his lips against Bucky's neck. Rocking their hips against each other the way he knew they both liked it as they came down from their respective climaxes.

Still shaking slightly, Bucky inhaled harshly as Brock pulled back his head by his hair, his grasp firm as he made him look at him.
Sweaty chests heaving with breaths, their eyes met and Bucky smiled slightly as he saw crinkles around Rumlow's eyes that indicated he was grinning. Inhaling hotly, Rumlow kissed Bucky deeply and held him close to him, even as their lips parted. „You did good today."
Lips connected by saliva, Bucky grinned slightly against him and ran his hands over his bare chest carefully, blue eyes fixed on Rumlow's. „Anything for you."

Grinning slightly, he pulled him close and held him, running his hands over his naked back and holding him close in the loneliness of the cell, hands caressing metal and flesh alike as his voice turned soft and caring. It always did once they'd finished. „That's my boy."
Bucky inhaled deeply and nuzzled against his neck, taking in his comforting scent and swallowing quietly, unable to stop himself. Having swallowed these words so many times, knowing they always lingered in the air between them, but never having had the guts to actually phrase them. „I love you."
Feeling Brock tense slightly, Bucky bit his lower lip and waited for him to push him away, being all the more surprised when he pulled him closer and pressed a kiss onto his temple, running a hand through his hair and smiling against his skin softly. Lovingly. „I love you, too. But you can't tell anyone. It's our secret. Promise?"
Rumlow looked at him and softly caressed the soft skin behind his ear, taking in the soft blush on Bucky's cheek as he carefully pulled him close and pushed a soft kiss onto his lips. Smiling shyly, Bucky nodded against his lip and returned an equally soft kiss. Soaking up the Winter Soldier's first comfort since 1945. „Promise."

Inhaling deeply, Bucky opened his eyes and looked at Steve next to him in bed, their hands loosely resting next to each other. Biting his lower lip, he sighed and slowly sat up, leaning against the back of the bed and looking at Steve's calm face.
He ran his hands over his face slowly and shook his head, slowly removing his covers and moving towards the door, turning when Steve mumbled something. „What's up my love?" Bucky asked gently, moving back towards the bed and grabbing his hand softly.