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Keep It Down | Stucky

[This is so smutty alexa play despacito]
((also, plot whomst??))

Bucky walks into the apartment, noting the frigid temperature. Steve sits on the couch, bundled in nearly eighteen blankets, but still shivers, with his sketchbook on his lap.

"Hey, do you need any more blankets?" Bucky asks, half joking.

The little blond on the couch startles awake, baby blues flashing open and gasping. It takes a moment for him to catch his bearings so he can answer, "No, just come here... I missed you..."

Bucky smiles softly and sits next to Steve on the ratty couch, letting him lay his head down.

"How was your day, Buck?" Steve asks quietly, snuggling into Bucky's tummy and lap. "You're warm, by the way."

"My day went okay. Nothing major happened. How about yours, my love?" Bucky drapes his left arm over Steve's blanketed hip.

"Same old, same old," Steve replies, draping the blankets over Bucky too. "There you go."

They rest there is silence, comfortably, with Bucky's left arm encircling Steve's hips, skin against skin.

Steve looks up, blue eyes meeting stormy grey ones, with a sly smile on his lips. "Can we play...?"

Bucky raises an eyebrow, smirking. "Really?"

The blond boy bites his lip and smiles, standing and tugging Bucky up. He leads him to the scarcely furnished bedroom.

"Please?" Steve asks, unbuttoning his white dress shirt and letting it drape his small frame elegantly. He pulls Bucky down, kissing him slowly.

Bucky carefully cups Steve's face with his hands. He lets his hands roam down Steve's thin frame, feeling ribs and hips. He deepens the kiss further.

Steve runs his fingers through Bucky's cropped hair, loving the softness of his boyfriend's locks. He stands on his tiptoes, pushing his body up against Bucky's, letting Bucky wrap his arms around his waist.

"Th-the bed," Steve reminds Bucky breathlessly. "It'll creak..."

Bucky groans quietly and lets go of Steve, yanking the mattress onto the floor, sheets and all. Gleefully, Steve jumps onto it and lies down, pulling Bucky down on top of him. They reconnect, lips on lips and skin on skin.

Bucky whimpers when Steve's little, bony hands dip into the front of his pants, pulling his hips down.

"Please," Bucky moans softly, grinding down onto Steve.

Bucky moans, covering his mouth, when Steve grazes the tip of his cock with lithe fingers. Bucky reaches down to undo his belt, but Steve smacked his hand away.

"No," Steve whispers, tracing Bucky's jawline. "No touching yourself..."

Steve takes Bucky's belt off, one loop at a time. Then he inches Bucky's pants down, followed by a teasing finger down into the waistband of his boyfriend's underwear.

Bucky hisses through his teeth, wanting so badly to moan as loudly as he wanted.

Steve kisses the underside of Bucky's chin, down his Adam's apple to the dip in between his collarbones.

Above him, Bucky whines like a begging dog and sighs as Steve teasingly touches him. He breathes heavily through his nose, keeping as quiet as he possibly can.

"Stevie, please," Bucky gasps, shivering everytime Steve touched him. "Touch me.."

Steve grins, dropping his persona while he strips Bucky and himself - with Bucky's help, of course.

Steve picks up one of Bucky's hands and guides it to his mouth, wrapping his lips around one, two, three of Bucky's fingers.

Bucky's jaw drops, squirming under Steve.

"S'gonna be a tight fit~" Steve warns playfully, slipping Bucky's fingers inside himself. His lips part, letting his head fall back. He pants, holding Bucky's wrist. "Ah.."

Bucky allows his hand to be controlled by Steve, the blond's movements slow and sensual.

"Stevie...wanna... may I please fuck you?" Bucky pleads.

"Be my guest," Steve replies quietly.

Bucky lifts Steve's legs a bit and lines himself up. He looks up at Steve for confirmation. Steve props himself up onto his elbows

Steve nods, lips parted and panting. He watches as Bucky pushes into his little blond's body; Steve's head falls back, mouth open in silent ecstasy.

"Stevie... are you okay?" Bucky asks.

"I will be when you move, jerk," Steve answers, pulling Bucky down and kissing him roughly.

"Yessir." Bucky uses languid movements, taking it gentle and slow, letting Steve get accustomed.

Under his breath, Bucky whispers incoherently. Sometimes he doesn't say anything, just sighs and pants and makes strained noises.

Bucky spends his time under Steve's chin, kissing his jawline, neck, shoulders and chest. Hickeys litter Steve's skin like purple constellations.

Bucky only sucks on places that can be hidden by clothes.

"Faster, Buck, holy fu-" Steve murmurs, nails digging into Bucky's shoulders.

Bucky picks up his pace and moans Steve's name, accompanied by a "God, so tight for me, dollface..."

Steve yanks Bucky down and kisses him fast, effectively shutting him up. While Bucky continues his pace and kisses him, Steve listens for footsteps and other noises that could mean prison time... or worse.

Steve's fingers comb through Bucky's greasy hair and his legs wrap around his hips, panting and whispering things into Bucky's ears. He's trying just as hard as Bucky to stay quiet.

Bucky listens, teeth grazing against Steve's pale collarbone. His hands stay firmly on the mattress and Steve's side, respectively. Pants, every now and then a tiny moan escapes him.

Heat gathers in Bucky's abdomen and his breathing hitches for a moment.

"Stevie, Stevie... I'm close..." he breathes, fisting his hand in the blankets to avoid hurting Steve.

Steve tugs on Bucky's hair, arching his back and whispering, "Me too, me too, ah- fu..."

Bucky kisses Steve, sliding his palm up Steve's bony body as he coaxes Steve to climax. He staves off his own, so Steve can reach cloud nine first.

And as soon as white streaks their chests, Bucky releases, stuffing his face into Steve's neck to muffle his pitiful attempt at keeping quiet. Bucky curses the era they live in that homosexuality is illegal, and they can't be themselves in public.

The two stay in their position until their breathing calms down, and slowly pull apart, trying not to make any noise.

Knocking on their door scares them both and Bucky jumps up, tugging on his shirt and pants. He goes to the door and pulls it open.

An elderly fellow stands outside, clearly angry.
"Hello, sir. Can I help you?" Bucky asks, knowing he reeks like sex, he looks like he's just had sex and his clothes are messy.

"Keep it down. You woke up my cats," the man says. The man waddles away, his tweed housecoat's sash trailing behind him.

Bucky shuts the door and find Steve nervously standing in the doorway of the bedroom. He's dressed in one of Bucky's old t-shirts.

"What happened?" Steve asks once Bucky gets close enough to touch.

Bucky smiles softly and kisses Steve's sweaty forehead. "He said to keep it down. Do you think you could go for another round?"

Steve stands on his tiptoes and kisses Bucky for real. "I could do that all day..."