The Encyclopedia Of Bucky Barnes' New Beginnings | Stucky

One ∆ Airports? Better Than Expected

A loud moan tumbled from Bucky's red, parted lips. His palms were pressed against his husband's broad shoulders, fingernails pressing crescent moons into his golden skin; messed up dark hair forming a curtain around his flushed face. He was crossing over into overstimulation - rolling his hips down on Steve's amazing cock, the head pressed right up against his prostate - but he wasn't shying away, wouldn't even if Steve's hands weren't clenched around his strong, muscled thighs, inadvertently keeping him down.

A gasp stuck in his throat, he zealously pushed his hips back as he groaned, "Steve, I'm -"

Steve pushed his hips up to completely meet Bucky's, using the hands on his thighs to pull him down. His voice was thick as he said, in the back of his throat, "I know, baby." His head fell back to rest on his pillow, hair an absolute mess from the events that had previously transpired - AKA a heated makeout as Bucky had been fingered open, for this very point.

They'd certainly gotten distracted, around at the time they usually either ate or were starting to think about dinner. The sun was soon going to set, and thankfully the curtains were pulled closed. The light in their bedroom was still on, and this wasn't exactly something to be seen by their immediate, elderly neighbors. Especially as Bucky orgasmed, a spasmodic tremor running through his body, causing his hips to involuntarily jerk a few times before settling. The sight, the feel of Bucky clenching around him, obviously did something right for Steve, whose lower back arched slightly as his head tipped back to press into the pillow as he came.

Panting, Bucky's hips came to a gradual stop, becoming completely still as his tensed muscles began to melt post-orgasm. He shifted his weight from his hands, becoming fully seated on Steve's softening member, and smoothed his palms down over his husband's well-defined pecs. Then back up, fingers brushing over his throat to cradle his defined jaw. Bucky leaned down to press a soft, lazy kiss to Steve's lips, which still had the evidence of when Bucky had bit at his bottom lip.

Taking advantage of the new position, Steve wound his arms around Bucky's waist and rolled them over. While the blond wasn't fully on top of him, it was enough to not have to change their arrangement too much. Before, Steve's kisses had been all encompassing, as if he were doing his best to devour Bucky's soul. But now, while still as loving and passionate, were much more sweet.

"You're never going to not be good at that," Steve murmured against his lips.

Bucky couldn't help but laugh, still a little breathless. "I could break my hip one day. You never know."

Steve sighed and shifted to pull his right arm out from underneath them, raising his hand to knock his knuckles against the wooden headboard. The action earned a teasing eye roll from Bucky, which then resulted in a light tug on a lock of dark brown hair.

They had met in the most unlikely of places - an airport, after Bucky had been abandoned by his then-girlfriend in an unfamiliar state, North Carolina. Steve had been on a bit of a vacation, taking time away from normal. Disconnecting from life, for a week.

And what a week that had been. Bucky had never really had the chance to explore the possibility of men, despite knowing that he was bisexual. He'd learned exactly how it felt to have someone inside you, thrusting and grinding and hitting that sweet spot deep inside just right. Steve had completely torn Bucky apart, giving him a limited, desperate vocabulary that came out between or alongside needy moans and the occasional wave of overwhelmed tears.

They never had doubts about each other. They went back home, having learned early on that they lived close, and continued to see each other. Five years had passed, and there was still nothing that Bucky would ever change - besides maybe not letting his oldest younger sister be their wedding planner, or buying the expensive experimental lingerie set that ripped for no fucking reason as soon as Bucky first put it on. But those things had nothing to do with Steve; who was quite annoyingly the best person he had ever had the honor of meeting.