chapter 7

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Steve pov

After finishing our starbucks and saying bye to tony and Harley we get back onto our bikes and head back to buck's house.

We park up and he unlocks the door as quick as he could. His rut was close and i know being around tony didn't help, bearing in mind ever since he helped the omega with his heat he swore to himself that he would be ours.

This is to be my first time helping an alpha with their rut so this will be fun. "You ok stevie"

"Yeah im good how are you"

"Not good I'm gonna go upstairs get up here as fast as you can"

"I will"

Few minutes later

I open the door to his bedroom and slip inside. Bucky is right there, waiting for me, pressing me into the door as soon as it’s closed.

He snuffles at my neck, nosing aside the fabric of my shirt to lick at my untoched bonding gland and huffing contentedly when he catches the scent of him on my skin.

"Okay, baby," I murmurs, running my hands through Bucky’s hair. "Let’s get you on the bed so I can get out of these clothes. Can’t do anything if we're still dressed."

Bucky grumbles wordlessly but takes a few steps away from me, not far though and certainly not on the bed. He paws at my clothes, trying to help me undress faster but completely ineffectual in this state. Alphas, all the same when they’re in rut. The only difference is that i love this one

"Bed," i says sternly, pointing at it. Bucky gives me his puppy dog eyes even though he's a wolf. "Don’t give me that look. Bed, now."

Bucky turns and goes, hanging his head. For a moment, i feel a little guilty but it’s only a moment. After all, as soon as he gets my clothes off, Bucky’s going to get to have me as much as he wants. He just needs to be a bit more patient.

I pulls off the shirt he was working in, then shimmies his sweatpants down over his hips and kicks them off. Once i removed my own clothes he glances over my body, before i join Bucky on the bed.

Bucky is leaning up against the headboard, eyes dark and hooded, hand lazily tugging on my cock. I smirks slowly at him and saunters over to the bed, crawling up onto the blankets.

“Now?” Bucky asks impatiently.

“Alright, big guy,” I says. “Have at me.”

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