Dumpster #5: We didn't start the trashfire

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What's on-topic: Filthy and perverted twists on all the quality whump served up by Cap: Winter Soldier. Noncon, aftermath, uncomfortably sexualized violence, mind control, inappropriate uses of Bucky Barnes' metal arm, bad guys doing dirtybadwrong things to your faves.
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Fill 110i/110i: Undeniable Plausibility - Actually the end

[(Anonymous)]

Once Bucky’s giggles subsided, they quickly got themselves and the bed in order. The sheets were turned down and the damp towels were laid out under Steve’s backside. Bucky knelt in the vee of Steve’s legs. Steve squirmed a little under his hungry scrutiny. They were both mostly hard.

Bucky blinked rapidly and shook his head like he was trying to wake up. “Fuck. Lube. We need lube.” He half slid, half tumbled off the bed in his effort to reach into the nightstand.

He should have crawled over Steve instead. That would have been nice. Or maybe it would have been too many elbows and knees in uncomfortable places, but it would have been worth it to have Bucky’s skin against him.

“Lube!” Bucky said triumphantly, returning to the center of the bed.

Steve huffed out a noise that was half-laugh, half-sigh. “So how do you want to do this?”

It was Bucky’s turn to laugh. “First we take the edge off?” he suggested, the flirty promise on his face not overshadowed by the rueful wince that followed. “If that’s okay?”

Wiggling under him, Steve pulled him down for another kiss before saying, “Whatever you want to do is okay, but I like that plan.” It was something they were already comfortable with and neither of them needed to worry about their ability to get hard again after.

They came together easily, hot wet mouths against each other and Steve stroking them both off while Bucky held himself up with one hand and kneaded Steve’s ass with the other, warming the metal. The closer they got to organsm, the closer his fingers got to Steve’s hole.

Their rhythm faltered a moment when Bucky broke off kissing him to sit up and grab the lube. He applied it to his shining silver fingers and Steve’s whole body clenched in desperate want. The grip he had on their dicks tightened and he threw his head back and groaned.

“So close, Buck,” he panted. “You?”

“Yeah, Stevie,” said Bucky, cock pulsing hot against Steve’s own.

Orgasm hit them both, Bucky a little ahead of Steve. It wasn’t until after Steve’s head cleared that he realized Bucky’s slicked fingers were in him, rubbing unerringly against his prostate.

Steve made a strangled noise and the fingers went still.

“This okay?” Bucky checked, voice low.

“YES!,” Steve nearly shouted. “Yes, more. It’s good. I want it.”

“Okay, pal,” agreed Bucky. “I got you. More kissing?”

“God, yes,” said Steve. He slid one arm around Bucky’s ribs and the other hand on the back of his neck.

Kissing Bucky was always good. It was partly Bucky’s skill and experience, but Steve liked to think it was mostly good because it was Bucky, open and eager and giving even better than he got. Steve was under no illusions regarding his own kissing skills.

“Another?” Bucky murmured. He sissored his fingers inside Steve’s ass and grinned into Steve’s next desperate kiss.

How long they spent like that Steve couldn’t have said. It could have been five minutes or fifty. All that mattered was that it was good, intimate, and everything Steve had been avoiding in his previous lives. His dick was hard enough to almost hurt.

“That’s four,” Bucky breathed against his ear, kissing down his neck. “I think we…”

“Yes, yes, yes,” Steve cried through gritted teeth.

“How...” Bucky began to ask.

“Over… like you said…” Steve was beyond bushing now.

“You sure?” Bucky hesitated.

“Yeah. That’s ours, Buck,” Steve tried to explain.

“You got it, Stevie.”

They arranged themselves. Bucky stood shakily at the side of the bed and pulled Steve toward himself by the hips. Steve’s legs went over Bucky’s shoulders. He looked up into Bucky’s face. He felt fierce and tender and vulnerable and so relieved and happy he thought he might burst like a popcorn kernel. “I’m ready,” he promised.

“More than ready,” Bucky agreed. “And, hey, no neighbors to worry about.”

“Depends how loud I get,” Steve whispered, mouth abruptly dry.

Bucky’s expression was as complicated as Steve’s own emotions. “Guess we’ll find out.”

The head of Bucky’s cock was warm, blunt, wet, and slippery against Steve’s hole.The stretch and long slow slide as Bucky pushed inside him was so different than fingers. The strain on Bucky’s face as he slid home for the first time was a memory Steve would treasure for the rest of his life. It went on forever and no time at all.

“Oh,” Steve said stupidly as Bucky’s hips came to rest with his balls pressing gently against Steve’s ass. Nearly a century old and they were finally giving this last hard-kept piece of themselves to each other. He’d known better than to expect overwhelming physical pleasure from this part, but there was plenty of the non-physical kind. He couldn’t wait to experience the rest. He flexed his ass and watched Bucky’s eyes flutter momentarily shut with a hissed intake of breath.

After a few seconds, Steve realized Bucky really wasn’t moving at all. He was frozen in silent tension distinct from the earlier effort of restraining himself.

“Buck?”

Bucky’s adam’s apple bobbed but he kept eye contact.

“What is it?”

“I. I don’t know how to feel,” Bucky said slowly, testing.

“We can stop if you want,” Steve offered, trying not to clench his jaw or his ass and failing both.

“It’s a good thing Secretary Pierce is dead,” Bucky said.

“Yeah,” Steve agreed readily. “Care to tell me why that’s relevant?”

“Because a part of me just relaxed. You could counter all the orders except that one. To seduce you.”

Steve closed his eyes for a long moment and tried to think of absolutely nothing except the physical sensations. “I love you.” Bucky sure didn’t feel relaxed.

“Is it bad that I don’t mind the conditioning that tells me the smell of arousal means I’ve done something right?”

Is it bad that I want to reward you for continuing to exist? He didn’t say it. Instead, he laughed raggedly. “I’m feeling pretty damn thoroughly seduced, yeah. Gonna finish what you’ve started, Soldier?”

“Can I?”

“You don’t need my permission.”

“I do need to know I have your informed consent. I need to know you know I’m fucking you for us, not him. I love you.”

“Jesus Christ, Bucky. I know we said they might always be in bed with us, but if we could stop mentioning him specifically, I’d appreciate it.”

“Steve.”

“Besides, I doubt he meant for you do it like this.” He stopped at Bucky’s wild look and hastened to reassure him. “Yes, Buck. I’m all yours.”

“I love you,” Bucky repeated.

There wasn’t much space, but Steve flexed his legs to bring them closer together. “I love you too. I’m happy we’re doing this together.”

Hips stuttering forward in an abbreviated motion, Bucky said, “I’m not going to last. Fuck. You feel so good and we’re not even movin’ yet.”

“So get movin’ now,” Steve said. “You don’t have to last. You know that. We can keep going as many times as you want. C’mon. Let go.”

Trembling, Bucky stared down at him. “You might change your mind. Kick me or something if it gets to be too much.”

“I know,” Steve promised. “And you can stop anytime you need to, but I think we can do this all day if we put our minds to it. How about you fuck me proper and find out?” He flexed again and grinned at the way Bucky’s face scrunched up.

“Stubborn punk,” Bucky said, affectionately.

“Your punk,” Steve breathed.

“Fuck that’s hot,” Bucky groaned, tendons in his neck standing out and pupils blown.

“Yeah,” Steve agreed. He squeezed a fistful of high quality terry cloth and slowly used his other hand to bring Bucky’s right over his mouth.

Bucky pulled out a little and slid back in before Steve could more than consider making any protest. “You’re gonna goddamn kill me, Stevie. Maybe I’m the one who needs t’be kept quiet here. Do you have any idea how fucking incredible you feel?” He thrust again, more strongly. “Spent so long fingering you and you’re still so damn tight. God, Steve.”

Unable to do more than breathe deeply through his nose (they really hadn’t thought out that part of the fantasy, he now realized) and every thought instantly obliterated by the awareness of Bucky inside of him, Steve didn’t realize he was whimpering until Bucky paused in concern. Nodded frantically, Steve clamped his legs against Bucky’s shoulder blades and bucked his hips up. It was a high rhythmic whining noise which seemed to come directly from his brain and bypass his mouth entirely. He didn’t even know he was capable of making most of those noises. God, Bucky felt gigantic inside him, even bigger than Steve knew he was really was.

He could have felt split open, invaded, dominated, or claimed. Those were the ideas people, and HYDRA particularly, had tried to put in their heads. He didn’t. He felt filled and warmed through. He felt safe. He felt free. They were doing this together because they wanted each other and wanted each other this way. Bucky wasn’t even hitting his prostate, but that was more than okay. Steve owed Bucky a million orgasms, and he’d reach his own eventually. There was no rush. Even if Bucky didn’t feel up to continuing tonight, they had the rest of their long lives to learn every way there was to make each other feel like this. Sex wasn’t all physical anyway. This was perfect. It was real, and it was theirs.

Several thrusts later, Bucky picked up his pace. He bent forward over Steve until Steve thought he might just fold him in half. Bucky pulled his hand away from Steve’s mouth and slapped it down on the bed next to Steve’s head so he could brace himself to lean down further.

“My Steve,” Bucky whispered thickly and took full advantage of Steve’s flexibility to kiss him as he thrust hard once more and stopped, cock pulsing, as deeply as their position allowed.

Bucky was coming inside him.

Steve threw his arms around as much of Bucky as he could get. “My Bucky,” he choked out. “All yours.” His own cock throbbed, twitching against the hard muscles of Bucky’s stomach. He didn’t care. Nothing was better than this moment.