It's Always Been You

Chapter 14

WARNING: THIS CHAPTER IS PURE (like, literally ONLY smut. There's nothing else) SMUT. VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED.

ALSO IF YOU GUYS DO NOT READ SMUT, THIS CHAPTER DOES NOT CONTAIN ANY MAJOR PLOT TWISTS OR ANYTHING LIKE THAT. It's me trying my best to make smut because a whole lotta people have been asking for it XD This is my first ever attempt, so go easy on me will ya? (:

Here you go, fellas. Around 1.5k words of smut. I'm pretty weirded out by the fact that most of my chapters are only around 1k while the ONLY smut anywhere in my history of writing is longer than most of my chapters/imagines lmao. Hope you enjoy (;

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The shower is warm, accompanied by the fog covering the otherwise clear glass doors. They haven't started the shower yet, but Stark has successfully outdone himself with the temperature control panel, allowing the whole bathroom to be as warm or as cold as they'd like it.

Steve and Bucky stumble into the shower recklessly, their limbs gripping onto each other and their lips in a heated kiss.

"Fuck," Bucky whispers under his breath. "Steve, careful," he says, holding onto the blond's arm as they both regain their balance in the shower.

The shower is nothing less than extravagant. Living in the Tower surely has its perks and the large bathroom is one of them.

"I'm okay," Steve replies, seemingly unable to keep his hands to himself. "God, Bucky... I missed this. I missed you," he sighs, his eyes scanning the whole of Bucky's body. "It's been too long," he tells him. "I wanna—" he cuts himself off when he feels Bucky's hand gripping his already-hard cock. He stifles a moan.

"That feel good, doll?" He places his lips on Steve's nose, his hand moving naturally as he caresses the tip. It's as if they've done this a thousand times, but Bucky just can't fucking remember, and he has to nuzzle his nose into Steve's cheek to ground himself, to prevent himself from thinking about all the negatives when he has the whole world right in front of him. 

"Fuck," Steve groans, placing his head on the crook of Bucky's neck, his palm pressed up against the walls of the shower to steady himself. He's thought of Bucky's hands replacing his when he's taking care of himself in the shower, but he's never thought—or remembered—that it'd feel this damn good. He feels Bucky's hand pumping his cock, and he swears he could've come right then and there. "Stop, stop, stop," he pants, not wanting to ruin everything by coming so soon, when they've barely gotten started.

"Everything okay?" Bucky asks, a look of worry flashing on his face.

"Mm," Steve hums, catching his breath. "Everything's perfect," he breathes into Bucky's neck, biting it ever so slightly. "Let's just... slow down a little. Let me take care of you." Steve captures Bucky's lips in a deep kiss, his hand behind Bucky's neck, pulling him close—so close that he can feel Bucky's warmth radiating off of him. "Can I?" he motions to the scars peppering Bucky's skin.

Bucky nods, all hesitation thrown out the window. He feels Steve's soft lips kissing each and every scar littered all across his body, taking his time savoring every kiss as he slowly goes lower and lower. "Steve..."

"Can I?" Steve looks up at him, his knees bent and his hands steadying Bucky by his hips. Earning a nod, he smiles gratefully, peppering kisses everywhere else but Bucky's cock. He's always been the tease between the two, after all. "Feel good, Buck?"

"Just suck my cock, Rogers," Bucky sighs out desperately.

"Say the word, baby," Steve tells him, his lips getting dangerously close to where Bucky needs them most. He's playing an unfair game, but he knows that's how they both liked it in the forties.