spaces_between | This isn't the Little Mermaid

[ Steve would always hold him -- keep him down just the way he liked it as he claimed him again and again, and when he felt him come, he wasn't far behind. His limbs ached from the intense lovemaking sessions that they'd had, but it was nothing compared to the wash of pleasure that flooded his senses moments later at Bucky's urging.

He came inside of him in thick, sticky ropes, hot spurts filling him up all over again as he ground against him, so deeply that his arms almost buckled.

It was an incredible moment, the closeness and the bond between them an overwhelming, wonderful thing. ] Bucky...

Mmm, maybe. Or we could say you've gained weight.

[ Steve teased, because that's true, right? There's a life growing inside of Bucky now, and Steve cannot help his wonder, the fact that it's a miracle. He nuzzled back against him, pleasantly happy when he heard that soft, sweet little musical note. It wasn't much, but it was enough to remind him that his mate was relaxed enough to do it again. ]

Has your kind ever done this before? Have children with humans?

[ Bucky's singing was incredible, overwhelming, drawing every possible emotion out of him as he listened, hypnotized and helpless under his best friend's song. He couldn't fault the fish for drawing near, not when he was just as entranced, understanding it as he watched the colors on his fins shimmer.

Bucky was so, so very beautiful, and he was giddy with love as he made love to him, thrusting inside of his lover as he changed his tune. It was something more intimate, theirs, and Steve shivered against him, smitten. ]

Mmm -- but your singing is much better.

[There was something so empowering in finding Steve's gaze on him like that. It was like he was the only one on the land or sea that could attract his friend's attention in such a way. It made it so easy to fall into this pleasure that they were sharing together for the second time in so many hours. He felt so complete, no longer alone and searching for something. It had been found in Steve.

He followed the motions set by his friend, thrusting his hips against Steve's as he held the other boy close as he cut through the water. It felt so good, his body warm and flush with life as he nipped carefully at Steve's jawline.]

How do you know if you've never sung for me?

I am at optimal weight now.

[That was definitely a sting to his pride, that he an apex predator who hunted above and below the waves was indicated to be getting fat. No, he would be flush with their prize, and he refused to consider saying he was losing his form because of some inability to keep track of his own metabolism.

He nuzzled back, his fingers lifting and pushing into Steve's hair so he could hold his mate's head where he could lavishing little kisses on Steve's face.]

I don't doubt it has happened before. I can't say I know the songs of what the offspring were like. This is simply our path to tread together.

[And just like that he was complete again, his world and everything currently in it sliding into its appropriate place. He pulled at the blankets caught under him as Steve came, and a new flow of warmth filled him. He pressed his hips back insistently, welcoming that heat and the wonderful fullness that came with the union of their bodies when it was a complete circle of euphoria.

He shuddered at the sound of his name, lifting his head from the bed to peer back at Steve. An attempt at a smile occurred, even if it was more of a exposure of his sharp teeth. He hummed a soft sound to make up for it.]

Mmmm, you'll break the record yet. [He was pleased with his own attempt at a joke when it was so hard to come by them naturally.]

I sing in the shower.

[ And that response is so unexpectedly mundane, and just a touch sullen that Steve can't help but be quite bemused at it. ] Neighbors start yelling -- and it's not because I sing well.

[ He grunts softly, bottoms out inside of him, impossibly intimate and loving, and he grips him tighter, legs wrapped around his bigger best friend, lover. ]

Don't stop singing, Bucky.

And you're perfect. [ Frankly, Steve doesn't care if Bucky gets fat; love is love, and he would never deny him a thing, especially not his affection. He leaned into Bucky's touch, contemplating his words. Their path to thread together, huh?

Steve threaded his fingers through his, bringing Bucky's hand up to press a reverent kiss to his knuckles. Their lives together were just beginning after a few decades of separation. ]

Mmm, it is. Is there anything that you need, Buck?

Like I promised.

[ Steve hummed, pulling out of him to drape beside Bucky, drawing him to his chest as he settled against the pillows, kissing his mouth briefly and carefully avoiding his sharp teeth. He smiled at the little joke, an arm draped around his waist, looking over the mess he'd left on Bucky. ]

I like that I made a mess out of you.

[That answer was so unexpected that he laughed musically, twisting them in the water even as their hips continued with the rhythm of thrusting. His hands smoothed down the length of Steve's thin back, feeling each rib far too easily but still laughing. He knew what a shower was, and he found bathtubs fascinating places.] I will appreciate your singing even if you are not as good as I am.

[He trilled at the seal of their hips together, Steve so deeply inside of him that he almost stilled to let the other body do all the work so he can just savour it. He doesn't though, and his hips thrust back as his hands finally latch themselves onto Steve's ass cheeks, making his friend and mate thrust harder and continually bottom out inside of him.]

As you request. [His singing started again, filling the waters around them with two-tone musical notes, punctuated with his rising pleasure.]

[He moaned at the loss of contact with Steve at his back, but his arms were already reaching out to gather up his mate as soon as Steve settled down. He shifted in and draped a leg over his mate and kissed more aggressively than necessary given how pleasant his body felt after all of this wonderful attention.

He glanced down and noted that he was very much a mess, both internally and externally.]

We are going to need to go back to the bath when we are finished. It is very messy business land-love.

[The Soldier hummed in pleasure at the compliment, aware that Steve wouldn't lie to him in order to keep him in line. No, that was as natural a compliment as him eating anything that proved worthwhile was.] And you are my perfect mate. I would choose nothing less.

[He stroked his hands up and down Steve's muscled back, feeling each ridge like he hadn't memorized them all already. He still blinked at the strange kiss to his knuckles, but he understood it had significance.]

Not yet. When I start to nest in the house, I will be eating more. A lot more. That will be in a few months.

A lot more fish, right? [ And the message was clear -- Steve doesn't want him eating people, not in their home, and definitely not the neighbors.

He pressed up against him, leaning into his hands, the way Bucky touched him as if he were absorbing all of him again. The idea of his mate actually nesting was a curious one, and he found himself looking forward to that, too; that Bucky could go back to his old habits. ]

I know.

[ Steve said quietly as he kissed him back, breathless and happy and entirely sated for the moment. There was no doubt that they'd go again, but for now he was pleased to simply enjoy his lover's body against his. ]

Do you like messy land-love business?

Anything, Steven. I feed myself first and foremost. [His message was clear right back. If it was between not feeding himself and luring a neighbour or paperboy or agent in, he would take it. He and the child he carried came first save for Steve himself.

His fingers traced around Steve's shoulder blades as he watched his mate intently and then a slow predatory grin showed off all of his sharp teeth.] Keep me in line, and I will eat what you want. Don't, and I will eat anything from someone's goldfish to them.

[He reached out to stroke his hands down Steve's cheeks, holding their lips together longer before his claws gently traced the column of his mate's neck and throat. He savoured the feel of Steve's strong pulse under his fingers, a sigh leaving him in response to its presence.]

As long as it's with you, I like anything we do. It's just... messy and sticky.

Mmmm.

[ Steve basked under Bucky's attentions for a few moments before he delicately extricated himself from him and sets to cleaning his lover up with his lips, his tongue, lapping up the drying semen and kissing his stomach, his abdomen.

He missed the way those claws felt against his skin, dangerous but so very tender, and so much like Bucky's love for him that he thought of it still, as he sucked and licked Bucky's cock clean. ]

Let me see if I can't fix that a little.

[He rolled onto his back and closed his eyes so that he wasn't watching Steve but feeling along his skin everything that was happening. The flick of tongue against his skin, the brush of Steve's hot breath, the tenderness that spoke volumes of how far his mate was willing to go for him.

His right hand was the only source of nails now, but he used them as he always had on his mate's skin, delicate and with care. His arm followed as Steve descended on his body, moaning and arching slightly with the path of that hot mouth.]

Hmpt, the water in the tub would be faster, but there you are... always taking the long and hard road.

We could get in trouble.

[ Bucky's instincts were overwhelming, but Steve was worried for him, too. It would only take a slip-up for SHIELD to know, and even now he knew that they walked a fine line. He would keep his lover safe at all costs, but he would definitely much rather do it with a lower body count.

He doesn't move away from him, but he wanted him to understand, too. He pressed his forehead to his, and he was not smiling. ]

I love you, Bucky. I really do. I don't want them to know about you. Promise me you'll behave.

Water in the tub means I don't get to taste you and me.

[ Steve smirked faintly at him, studying the way he enjoyed the attentions like a sleek, beautiful cat luxuriating under the attention. He would go to the ends of the earth and back for him, and he exhaled gently, thumb rubbing against the underside of his softened cock. ]

A fair point. We can go back after you finish cleaning me then.

[He would never say no to this kind of attention from Steve after all. No, he lounged and stroked his mate with his legs in a similar manner as he would have done with his tail. He still growled softly as Steve stimulated the spark of pleasure with those antics, and he curled a lip in vague threat.]

Always pushing.

I can clean up the evidence just fine.

[He was aware of the risks in that he knew how many people were always watching, waiting for some kind of slip up, curious and guarded against why he and Steve spent so much time together. He knew there were more questions than answers as to who and what he was, both Steve and HYDRA's most guarded secret.

He simply didn't see the point of them stopping the lives they had finally gotten back for fear of discovery. It had been a line they had walked for so long that it was no doubt second-nature to them both. He cupped the back of Steve's neck with his metal hand.]

I will express my nature. If you are so concerned, you'll find a way to stop me. No one can out-stubborn you.

I never back down from a challenge.

[ Steve said simply as he smiled, and he never stopped, continuing to rub his cock with an unhurried gentleness, not in a hurry to bring him to arousal again, simply to enjoy his lover's body. He leaned in to kiss his curled lip, fearless in the face of that threat.

His mate would not hurt him, not for anything in the world, and he knew it. ] Kiss me.

Hmpt, am I your new challenge or just your continued one?

[He lounged where he was, sighing and shifting comfortably with the continued touch, savouring the gentle caresses. He kept his lip curled even with Steve trying to kiss him, but his threat went no further than that.

He raised an eyebrow at the apparent demand and he nipped at Steve's lower lip carefully in reply before drawing it between his lips and sucking affectionately. He shifted a leg around his mate's body and moved to flip their positions.]

You're my mate, not a challenge to be overcome.

[ Steve told him simply, clarifying -- he knew that Bucky thought in certain definite, primal terms, but there weree times when he wanted to show him more, to let him know that love needn't be about dominance all the time.

Bucky took to it with relative grace so far, all things considered. He rolled over onto his back, easing his lover above him as he kissed him back, soft and sweet. ] I love you.

This isn't the Little Mermaid

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