Those Who Fall: Falling Series 3 (Modern Domestic Stucky AU)

Fifteen

After a long day, Steve fell into bed. Exhausted after the moody students. Exhausted from the whining his kids did when he had to wash the wacky paint out of their messy hair. Exhausted from Holly's fussiness due to getting a new tooth. Exhausted from Luke sheepishly walked in forty-five minutes after his curfew and promised that it wouldn't happen again, and went straight upstairs to bed.

Just. Exhausted.

Flopping onto the king bed, Steve brought his arms up beneath his pillow and buried his face in the comfy cushion. Finally feeling like he could breathe. Especially when Bucky joined him in bed. He wanted to stay forever in that bed.

"Stevie?" Bucky said, snaking a hand down to rub at the soft skin at Steve's lower back. The skin just above his ass.

Instantly, goosebumps started forming and he turned his head so he could look at his husband. Bucky was chewing on his lower lip while his eyes swept over Steve's naked torso. His hand slid over Steve's clothed ass and his thumb played with the waistband as he looked up at Steve with those big grey bedroom eyes. Those earnest, lustful eyes that said, "let me take care of you."

Biting back his grin, he buried his face into his pillow and arched his back. Pushing his ass right into Bucky's large hand. Immediately, the air shifted from curious to confident.

Bucky slid closer to Steve and leaned in to start kissing his neck. Sucking Steve's earlobe into his mouth, causing the blond to shiver in his pleasure. Letting it fall out of his mouth, Bucky said directly into Steve's ear, "I've been wanting to fuck you all day."

"Yeah?" Steve asked, glancing at him.

Nodding, Bucky kissed Steve's mouth. Licking along the seam of his lips, Bucky licked his way inside; his tongue sliding along Steve's. All the while, Bucky pressed his body to Steve's side, so he could feel the brunet's erection. Steve moaned into the kiss and slid his hand out from under the pillow so he could feel his way up Bucky's chest. Taking a moment to play with the barbells pierced through each nipple; earning a groan from his husband.

"Fuck," Bucky whimpered, pulling back from the kiss as he threw his head back. Biting his kiss-swollen naturally red lips, he forced himself to look at Steve and said, "I need you."

And no matter how many times Steve had heard those words over the years, it still affected him the same. Sending jolts straight to his dick and causing his heart to beat a little harder, like it was trying to escape right out of his chest. Because, fuck, did it always feel amazing. Filled him up with that bubbly infatuation that was sticky sweet like the champagne they shared for their graduation. Or when Bucky got hired at architecture firm, SHIELD Designs. When they spent their first night in the house. And Steve's favorite, their wedding night.

Shifting his hips to rub his ass cheek against Bucky's dick, Steve rolled back onto his stomach. Just to be a tease. Since it had been three weeks since they fucked, Bucky didn't wait for Steve to tease him more. Not that Steve was going to pout about it, if they just got to the foreplay. It was the way Steve preferred. Especially after a long day.

Climbing between Steve's legs, Bucky settled his hands on Steve's ribs. Affectionately, Bucky dragged his hands down Steve's sides, settling on his hips. Leaning forward, Bucky told Steve, "Your hair looks like I've already fucked you. Can't believe you taught, looking like that."

"Lookin' like what?" Steve smirked over his shoulder.

Closing his hooded eyes, Bucky ran his nose along Steve's cheek and whispered, "Like you just came within an inch of your life."

When the brunet pressed his cock against Steve's ass, they moaned in tandem. Sitting up, Bucky continued dragging his hands over Steve's body to his ass. Squeezing the firm globes, Bucky leaned over to nip at one of the covered cheeks, causing Steve to sharply inhale through his teeth.

Steve could practically feel the smirk as Bucky climbed off Steve and crawled over to his side of the bed. Removing the lube and a condom from the top drawer in the end side table, Steve made fast work of getting out of his gray boxer briefs. Briefly, the pair made eye contact and Steve purposely rested his chest on the bed while keeping his ass in the air. Bucky bit his lip again as he quickly made his way around to the back.

For a moment, Steve just laid there, resting his head on his folded arms. With his eyes closed, he contently waited for Bucky to get to --

"Fuck," Steve breathlessly moaned, feeling Bucky's tongue licking over his hole.

No matter how many times Bucky ate him out, it always caused a shiver of pleasant surprise to roll through him. Pushing his ass further into Bucky's face, the brunet took the hint and delved in with vigor. Zealously, Bucky licked into Steve's hole, causing him to writhe and bury his face into the pillow while he grabbed at his own hair. Clearly, Bucky was choosing to start stretching Steve's channel with the soft, wet, pink muscle.

Of course, Steve wasn't going to complain about Bucky using that talented mouth of his, but when a slick finger slid in beside his tongue, Steve let out a sigh akin to relief. And when Bucky pulled his tongue out so he could thrust in two fingers, Steve couldn't help but rock back and fuck himself on those long, calloused fingers. Adoring the way Bucky twisted and spread those fingers to stretch him, so he'd comfortably take his cock.

When the pad of Bucky's middle finger slid over Steve's prostate, Steve shoved his face into his pillow to groan and speed up the gyration of his hips. Breathing erratic, Steve couldn't get enough air into lungs to speak, so he removed a hand from his hair and held up his hand to show three fingers.

Luckily, Bucky gave Steve what he wanted. Working faster as he thrust his fingers, Steve knew that Bucky was getting desperate. Relaxing his muscles further, Steve looked over his shoulder and said, "I'm ready, c'mon."

"You sure?" Bucky panted, idly moving his hand. He was stroking himself with the other and Steve bit his lip, nodding.

Nodding, Bucky removed his hand and grabbed the condom. Making sure that it fit correctly over the line of frenum piercings, Bucky liberally spread lube over himself. Not wasting any time, Bucky thrust in. Steve dropped his forehead against his folded arms while his mouth formed a perfect O in silent satisfaction.

That was what Steve loved the most. That moment when his husband slid home, sheathing himself in Steve so sweetly. After seventeen years, he never tired of feeling that. Steve remembered being worried about it though around the fifth year of their relationship. Worried that they'd finally grow out of that honeymoon phase everyone warned them about. Worried that one day they'd wake up, out of love for each other, and break up the same way almost all of their friends seemingly had.

For a while that worry and fear had been the only thing Steve could think about back then. Not with Bucky though. He had been sure that Bucky would've fallen out of love with him already, if that was going to be the case. No, he had worried that he would one day wake up and not see Bucky the same way. Steve wasn't sure what falling out love felt like, but in his nightmares it felt like complete numbness. And it terrified Steve to his very core. Always worrying that if he stopped loving Bucky, he wouldn't be able to carry on.

Of course, once ten years had come and gone, Steve started worrying less. Assuming that if it was going to happen, it would've already. After all, their friends had already experienced it at least three times by then. So, Steve felt like he and Bucky were the exception, not the rule.

That they were the lucky ones.