Bucky Barnes: The love of my life

"Language."

Steve's POV:

I don't know if this is a good idea. With them having a baby on the way, it's not smart. But we're all adults and I know she wouldn't have said this was okay and risk having a child born in an unstable home. "Okay." I breath. Bucky looks at me slightly shocked then smiles. He kisses me again and we lose ourselves in the kiss. I stand up and he follows not breaking the kiss. I take off my jacket and tug at his shirt trying to pull it off. He complies and lifts his arms. The kiss breaks as his shirt slips off. I run my hands down his chest and trace his abs with my fingers. I kiss his neck and down his chest.

I find myself at his pecks, exploring them with my mouth. My tongue rolls around his buds and he groans. I've never done anything like this before. I'm still a virgin. I've kissed women and Bucky yesterday but I've never...I've never had sex. I come back up, scared of the thought and kiss him again. He takes off my shirt and does to me what I did to him. But it feels so different. The way he sucks On my skin, leaving marks, he gently uses his teeth to scrape the tenderest parts of my pecks sending jolts of excitement through my body. I realize I've gotten hard and Bucky gets up and kisses my lips again.

Pulling our bodies together. We stand by the bed, shirts off, only wearing jeans. Our pelvis's push together and we both break the kiss with groans of pleasure. I get embarrassed and he notices. He stops and runs his hands through my hair. His steel blue eyes piercing right through me. I could swim in them. "We can go slow." I nod. Relieved. He leads me back to the bed and lays me down.

Bucky's POV:

As I lay him on the bad I run my hands down his chest, down his abs, to his belt. I unbuckle it and take it off. I look at him as I'm unzipping his pants and he nods his approval. His jeans come off easily. His bulge pressuring the zipper to fly open as I'm taking it off. I take off my own jeans. Together, in boxers, I go back to kissing him. I move my way to his neck. Leaving hickeys. I run my hand between our bodies and stroke him through is boxers.

He gasps and I stop. "No," he groans at the loss of touch, "keep going." This is a whole different side of him I'm seeing, and I love it. Lust, desire, hunger, love, all in one. I keep going and I spread my legs moving them to either side of his hips. He groans in pleasure as I go faster and our kiss is erotic and passionate, muffling the husky groans coming from the back of our throats.

Still working him through his boxers, I kiss down his chest, down his abs-my god his abs- and when I reach the line of his boxers I slide them off using my teeth and he grunts as his hard member springs from the fabric it was incased in. I've never done this before either. But I've thought about it, about him. And I have enough experience with watching y/n, that I know exactly what to do. I want to make him feel the way she makes me feel. I stroke him as I give him one last kiss. I move myself lower on the bed and look up at him.

He nods his approval once more. I take his tip into my mouth. He's bigger than I am and it's a tight fit. He moans and grasps my hair with his hands. I never break eye contact. It's so hot when y/n does it to me. I move my head up and down on him. Not going all the way down yet. He gets impatient and pushes me down. I slightly gag and he looks down at me to see if I'm okay. I keep going now I know how much I can take and exactly how far down to go.

He's close. I can feel it. I hollow my cheeks and he sits up. He starts driving into my mouth, not too rough. I don't know how to feel. It feels so good but wrong. Eventually the ecstasy takes over and he releases. I swallow it, it's salty and warm. It was a lot and i almost choked but that's not sexy at all so I held it as much as I could.

I kiss him again, this time it's passionate, not erotic. "What about you?" He says, eying my hardened member still begging for air in my boxers. I look down and realize I had gotten harder while pleasuring him.

I can tell by his body language he's not ready to do what I just did to him. I don't want to rush him. "I'm okay. I don't need to." It's not convincing at all because just thinking about his mouth on me makes me have to readjust myself. "Here," he says as he moves on-top of me and takes off my boxers. "I've gotten really good at this, being a virgin and all." He puts his hand on me and starts moving up and down. He starts slow. Kissing my jawline and my neck as he keeps going. Faster every minute.

He grabs tighter, and goes a little faster. "Fuck." I mutter. He looks at me and smirks slowing down, driving me crazy, "Language." I groan as he starts going faster again. I'm close and he can tell.

Steve's POV:

He's about to finish and I go faster. He gets louder and I can't help but smile. He finally finishes all over my hand and I go down and clean him and my hand off. He's surprised when he feels my tongue cleaning him off. His eyes widen and he looks down at me. I finish cleaning us off and kiss him. "I love you Buck." Ive been waiting to say that for over 70 years. And I can finally say it and not be scared. "I love you too." He smiles and I lay on-top of him with my head on his shoulder. He kisses my forehead and holds me tight. And I never want to move.