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Sweat drips down the back of his neck as he makes his way out of his hut and into the heat of the Wakandan sun. It's later than he usually gets started on things these days, but today he just hadn't had the energy to make himself get out of bed early. He's still tired, even if he shouldn't be. His body doesn't require the kind of sleep that normal humans need, but the last couple of weeks...well. Since he'd woken up from cryofreeze, sleep's been practically non-existent. Between flat out insomnia and nightmares, he doesn't rest much.

But this isn't even that. He knows how he feels after a restless night, and this isn't it. No, his lack of desire to get out of bed or leave his hut or do anything these days has a lot more to do with a six foot blond who's been back in Wakanda since a few days after he'd woken up. He knows Steve's there, because he's picked up the language easily -- which apparently still a thing he can do thanks to HYDRA -- and he hears whispers about "The Nomad" almost every day. He knows exactly who they mean.

He just rarely sees Steve himself. It's not like he's come around. He's not staying with Bucky. He's either in a hotel or at the palace, and that's fine. Really. He gets it. He doesn't blame Steve.

Bucky's still trying to get used to functioning with one arm. Balance has been surprisingly difficult. He's fallen more than once, used to having to lean to the right to balance the excess weight of the arm that had been strapped to him for the last seventy some years. Shuri's offered to make him a new one and he's turned her down. He doesn't need it. Doesn't want it. He's done fighting, thank you very much.

He doesn't bother with shoes as he pads out into the grassy area near the goats, who are definitely acting a lot more jumpy these days. He'd assume it was him, but his presence actually seems to relax them, so he thinks maybe there's a predator on the prowl at night freaking them out. He walks to pick up his garden hoe, because that's another thing that he's doing -- likes it. Finds it soothing. Growing something and helping it thrive instead of ruining it like he has everything else for the majority of his life.

When he rounds the house, he jumps, startled at Steve's sudden appearance. "Jesus Christ,," he mutters, heart pounding hard.

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Bucky cocked his head curiously. "Sure. What is it?" he asked, searching his eyes.

[littleguyfrombrooklyn]

Steve leaned him and kissed him, keeping it soft for a moment—but the flavor of Bucky on his tongue was enough that he got pushy quite quickly, nudging his way into Bucky’s mouth and licking.

It took a few moments for him to tear himself away and his voice was rough when he finally spoke.

"I want you to treat yourself right. Do something nice. Swim in the lake, eat some candy. Touch yourself and think of me. I want to be able to think of you feeling good."

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Bucky groaned quietly as Steve deepened the kiss the way he usually did, more than okay with it. His eyes were dilated by the time Steve pulled away and the rough sound of Steve's voice sent a wave of warmth through his belly. It reminded him of the fact that they still hadn't actually had sex yet. Hell, Steve hadn't even let him go down on him. And he was mostly okay with that. He wasn't going to push him too much on that. This aspect of their relationship was still very new, and if Steve wasn't ready, he wasn't ready.

He licked his lips, exhaling slowly as he listened to the request. Christ. That was pretty far from what he thought Steve might ask him, but he should've known even like this, Steve was looking out for him.

"Yeah. I can do that." His lips twitched upwards a little.

[littleguyfrombrooklyn]

Steve’s nostrils flared a little and his eyes darkened as he looked down on Bucky—he visibly, definitively smelled the arousal on the other man and he could feel his own dick respond. He didn’t want to go—he wanted to hold Bucky down and rut against him, shatter him with pleasure. He could feel himself press harder against Bucky, holding him tighter.

"What are you going to do?" he asked. "Any ideas?"

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Sometimes he still forgets that Steve's nose is extra sensitive now, that he can literally smell Bucky's emotions and tell when he's turned on. At some point that might become a problem. He groaned when Steve pushed his hips against his own, making him shudder a little. "Maybe walk to town. Get some fresh fruit." He definitely has a sweet tooth but he's been trying to mostly eat healthy these days. He feels like it makes him more clear-headed.

"Go for a swim when I get back. Take a nap later. Lay in bed thinking about you while I jerk myself off."

[littleguyfrombrooklyn]

Steve’s chest rumbled in a low growl at Bucky’s final words—not angry, just too worked up to keep it in, not with the moon bubbling under his skin and Bucky smelling so rich and sweet against his body.

"Good ideas," he said. He leaned in and bit Bucky’s neck, digging his teeth into the muscle where it met his shoulder. Not enough to break the skin, not close—especially not with his blunt human teeth. But he wanted to leave Bucky a mark to remember him by.

"What are you going to think about?" he asked, between licking and sucking at Bucky’s skin.

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Bucky's hand makes its way up and into Steve's hair, mostly just holding on as Steve works his skin over with his lips, teeth and tongue. He groaned involuntarily, scraping his teeth over his lower lip.

It's not that he hasn't had plenty of fantasies involving Steve. But it was still difficult to articulate them, the way it was difficult for him to articulate most things these days. The Bucky from Before had been much more confident, open, and while he'd never told Steve about his sexual fantasies back then, that was more out of fear of rejection than anything.

"You bending me over the bed. Or the table. Fucking me right through it," he admitted, voice rough.

[littleguyfrombrooklyn]

Steve bit down hard, almost involuntarily. He had to pull himself away, move his mouth up to Bucky’s jaw to kiss and lick there—it was too tempting to draw blood, with Bucky saying things like that, with Steve feeling this riled up from the moon.

When Steve spoke, his voice was a growl, palpably inhuman. "Are you gonna fuck yourself with your fingers, imagine it’s me? Got something else to stick inside you? It’s gotta be big."

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The bite was hard, it stung and for a moment he wondered if Steve had drawn blood. But in the scheme of things, the pain was nothing compared to what he'd lived through. And he didn't pull away, was almost ashamed to admit to himself that he liked the bit of pain.

"No," he managed, short nails digging into Steve's scalp. "Don't want that. Just want you."

[littleguyfrombrooklyn]

Steve liked the sharp pricks of Bucky’s nails in his hair and he kept rumbling his pleasure, kissing and biting at every bit of skin he could reach.

“You should,” he said. “It’s the only way you’re ever going to be able to take me. You should fuck yourself and tell yourself you’re getting ready for my knot.

Steve was big, extremely big—and the knot was nearly the size of a grapefruit. He didn’t want to tear Bucky to pieces.

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Bucky squirmed involuntarily in Steve's arms, pressing his hips into the other man's to try and get some friction going because most conscious thought has officially left the goddamn building by now, instinct and desire taking its place.

He groaned at those words, though, wondering if he should be alarmed by the fact that he doesn't care if Steve hurts him. He's pretty sure he can take whatever Steve will give him even if Steve doesn't think so. Steve doesn't know the details of the things he's gone through, the things he's survived already. He draws in a shuddering breath, stroking his fingers through Steve's hair.

"Wanna taste it," he murmured, pressing his lips close to Steve's ear.

[littleguyfrombrooklyn]

Steve snarled, a fierce inhuman sound, and he could feel his jaw ache to bite—the idea that Bucky wanted to taste him, wanted to know him that way—it dug right into the core of him.

He had been putting Bucky off for weeks now, pushing his way into swallowing Bucky down and getting between his thighs but never taking his boxers off. The most Bucky has seen of his cock was the hard line of it through cotton, undeniable but the strangest bits of it concealed.

Right now, it was hard for him to remember why—his werewolf influence would help him breed his mate, he was entirely built for that. That’s what should happen. He wanted to push Bucky down and rub himself all over Bucky’s face.

Some human part of him resisted, though—a squirming discomfort with how strange it was and how strange he was all together.

He couldn’t help himself, though. “What?” he said, harsh and almost sounding angry. “What do you want to taste?”

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Bucky wasn't complaining about Steve's aggressive behavior or about the number of blowjobs he's been on the receiving end of the last few weeks. It's been incredible. But it's also felt somewhat one-sided, and he was out of ideas on how to get Steve to let him return the favor aside from being completely open and blunt about it.

"Want your cock in my mouth. Want you to fuck my throat, Stevie," he responded, raking his nails down Steve's back. "Wanna taste you."

[littleguyfrombrooklyn]

Steve was too worked up to resist, right now. The moon was too close, Bucky’s arousal drenched the air between them. The pressure of Bucky’s blunt human nails made him shiver.

“Do it, then,” he said. “Show me how much you want me.”

He shifted his grip on Bucky to put heavy pressure on his shoulders, urging him down.

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Bucky groaned even as he let Steve push him to the floor, knees hitting hard against the wood. He reached up with his right hand, managing to get the button on Steve's jeans popped and his zipper open more quickly and easily than he would have been able to one-handed just a couple weeks ago. Practice, he realized, has paid off.

He tugged the jeans down almost as quickly, leaving Steve in a pair of boxer shorts. He didn't hesitate to lean in and press his mouth against his cock right through the cotton material, inhaling deeply and shooting Steve a coy, teasing smile.

[littleguyfrombrooklyn]

Steve, if he was more in his right mind, might have winced at the sound of Bucky hitting the floor, but he was too hungry for him—too eager. Right now it just made him want it more.

The way Bucky rubbed him and smiled up at him coyly made him curse, rough, guttural. He fisted a hand in Bucky’s hair and rocked his cock hard up against Bucky’s face. Belatedly realizing how hard he was holding, he laboriously forced his fingers to loosen a little bit.

"It’s going to be hard for me to be gentle," he said, like gravel in his throat.

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There was a sharp sting of pain from the way Steve grabbed his hair, but it only served to make him moan, grow more pliant simply out of instinct.

"Don't need to be gentle all the time," Bucky responded, his own voice deeper than usual. "I can take it." He might be one of the only people on earth who could. He reached up and tugged at the waistband of Steve's boxers.

[littleguyfrombrooklyn]

Steve snorted, an edge of humor in his voice.

“You say that like I’m gentle most of the time,” he said. None of the lust had faded from his voice. He stared down at Bucky with dark eyes, eager for every movement. He loved the way he moaned, his compliant body. His scent was just submission and lust and it was a heady thing for a werewolf.

“You like taking it, don’t you?” he said.

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Bucky shot him a grin, acknowledging that with a shrug as he rolled Steve's boxers down one handed and drew in a slow breath as he found himself staring at the very large cock in his face. Fuck. He wondered how much of that was from the serum and how much of it was from being a werewolf. But his eyes are dilated and he licks his lips before pressing them lightly against the tip, kissing it softly.

He spits into his hand and strokes it up and down the huge shaft a few times, light, before pulling his lips over his teeth and wrapping his mouth around the head.

[littleguyfrombrooklyn]

Steve groaned, his voice thick and already wrecked, and didn’t restrain his urge to rock his hips into Bucky’s mouth. It wasn’t hard and he didn’t try to force his dick all the way down his thread, but Bucky had asked for Steve to fuck his face and his scent was unchanged from arousal.

It was reassuring that the first glimpse of Steve’s dick didn’t send Bucky screaming away and it just made Steve want more.

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Bucky groaned at the thrust, too, shifting a little at Steve's feet and tilting his head back a bit more, for a better angle, his hand moving to grasp at Steve's hip for leverage. He licked his way up the shaft, then swallowed around the length already in his mouth, knowing how much tighter that would feel to Steve.

[littleguyfrombrooklyn]

This was going to be fast—Steve’s head was spinning with how good this was, the tight way Bucky’s muscles worked around his dick, the way he kept shoving himself onto it like he wanted it, like he just couldn’t get enough. Steve fucked his face and Bucky just took it—it was beautiful, it was a sight that Steve was going to never forget.

The base of his dick started to ache, his knot threatening to pop. There was likely no way that Bucky could swallow him all down, but Steve wanted some pressure there. He reached down and used the hand that wasn’t tangled in Bucky’s hair to wrap around his own dick, squeezing hard. Maybe it would stop Bucky from focusing on the alienness of it.

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Bucky wasn't focused on much of anything other than the heady scent of Steve's arousal, of the sounds of pleasure escaping Steve's mouth, at the way his own adrenaline pumped through him as he took everything Steve was willing to give him. Steve was large enough that his gag reflex activated more than a couple times, but he ignored it because he didn't care. His scalp stung from the way Steve pulled on his hair, but it barely even registered as pain to him.

His lips were definitely swollen, and tears streaked down his cheeks involuntarily but for once, his brain was still. Quiet. His own dick was hard but he wasn't thinking about that, either. All he could think about was Steve, Steve, Steve.

[littleguyfrombrooklyn]

In another life or even just at another time of the month, Steve might have been talking to Bucky, telling him all the filthy things that he made Steve think, telling him how beautiful he was, telling him Steve loved him. Right now, though—he was non-verbal, totally overcome with arousal, his chest rumbling with a steady growl.

He fucked Bucky’s face until he was right on the brink, almost coming— and then he pulled Bucky off to come on his face and chest, his own hand squeezing himself roughly. He wanted it it all over Bucky’s skin, he wanted Bucky to reek of it.

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He groaned, closing his eyes when he realized Steve's intentions, licking his lips as some of the come landed there, making him shudder. Part of him felt like he should lean down, press his lips to Steve's feet but another part of him told him that was too much, no matter how much he loved Steve. He wasn't sure he wanted to be that level of submissive for anyone ever again.