spaces_between | This isn't the Little Mermaid

[ Bucky's squirming only tempted him all the more - especially so when that soft little trill were issued from his lips. He'd missed the sounds that Bucky made, their reckless enjoyment of each other, the pleasure they took whenever they made love.

He grasped his hips tight as he pounded into him, knowing that Bucky was tightening his hole around his cock with every thrust. This was rough, this was heady and passionate and he didn't hold back. No, this was what Bucky would've liked. His balls, heavy with unspent seed, slapped obscenely against his ass, and he grunted quietly, leaning over to sink his teeth into his shoulder in open possessiveness. ]

Better?

[There was a bruising pressure around his hips, and he didn't fight it. If anything, it encouraged his own pleasure as he clenched his clawed fingers into the blanket as Steve let him experience the full measure of what his mate could do. His body rocked forward hard, sliding his cheek each time on the blanket and forcing him to adjust his legs to keep from being shoved right forward towards the head of the bed.

His muscles clenched on each one, and he groaned and clenched his teeth to resist the need to simply voice his pleasure. It didn't last long with the brutal loving pace that Steve unleashed on him, and within minutes he was trilling breathless sounds, some broken from lack of use and some managing to come full scale from his throat.

He pressed his shoulder to Steve's teeth eagerly.] More. I need to feel!

[ If he wanted to feel it, Steve would give it to him. He bit and sucked a vivid red-purple bruise on his skin as he pinned his lover down to rut into him, hard and brutal and unforgiving, just the way he knew he liked it.

He heard it, the trills that issued from his throat, the arousal that delighted him and made him keep going. Steve had thought that he wouldn't be able to hear it again, the sounds that he made, and by this time he was pounding him into the mattress, reaching around to grasp his cock and jerk him off. ]

[His world was once again reduced to a haze of pleasure that bridged on painful, and he thrashed slightly as Steve had him pinned. There was complete trust in his lover to do so, even if the mattress seemed to protest their violent thrusting against each other, and he was as brutal shoving back as Steve was in shoving into him.

His metal fingers reached back to catch at the back of Steve's neck, trilling sounds of pleasure that were reduced to grunting of pleasure as he shifted to fight Steve for the sake of making their new coupling difficult and all the more worthwhile. He hissed threats in his native tongue, bearing his sharp teeth at the bed.]

[ Oh, he knew this game -- they've done this before many times together, when Bucky put up a good fight for the sake of it, to spice up their lovemaking, and he gripped him tighter, dominating and showing his lover that he was a worthy mate, that he could take care of him where he was needed.

Their bodies met, again and again in a violently sensuous rhythm, and he loved when he pushed Bucky beyond the instinctive trilling, right down to where they were most primitive, rutting like animals as he leaked into him, the pleasure pushing Steve further and further towards the edge. ]

[He doubted that they had played like this when they had first mated, doubted that Steve had the strength to pin him down back then. He couldn't remember it, but he knew that this was something that had come during the war time. Now he couldn't get enough of it, the feel of their bodies moving with wet slaps against each other and the grind of their limbs trying to get the better of each other.

He hissed and growled back at Steve, still holding his mate tightly with a hand as he drove himself back, aware that if Steve couldn't hold him, their positions would be reversed. Yet, his eyes clenched shut as pleasure built faster and faster, filling him in a similar way that Steve was, and he issued a deep gutteral trill as he came, his muscles clenching around Steve's erection tightly. He stilled his motions aside from his hips which continued to thrust back at Steve.] Fill me up, Rogers. Come on.

[ 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...

[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.]

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.

[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.

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?

[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.

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 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.

[He issued a soft pleased trill at the words, basking in them and rolling them over in his mind. How many had thought him nothing more than a weapon or a curious challenge to see just how far they could push before he acted out? How many had wanted to see just what he could do from a safe distance and tried to set up a situation to prompt him. Steve was always different, not always soft but different.

He straddled Steve's waist, legs spread wide still to balance himself on the bed so he could smooth his hands up his mate's bare chest and roll Steve's nipples between his fingers as they kissed.]

You just can't get enough saying that tonight, can you? You. Are. Mine.

I can never get enough of saying it to you at all. I want you to remember it.

[ Steve said firmly, leaning up into his touch with a soft gasp. He enjoyed everything that Bucky was doing to him, and knew that he would give his life for him -- the same way Bucky had done. They were together at last, and it was all he could ever hope for.

He sighed softly, catching a hold of Bucky's hand, guiding it down to his cock, already thickening underneath his lover. ]

Unless HYDRA finds me, there is no way that I can forget.

[He arched his chest, circling his fingers around the nubs of flesh and watching Steve with half-lidded eyes. Something reached him from Steve's gaze, and he found the corner of his lip tugging upwards in a faint smile. He was relearning.

He shifted backwards on Steve's thighs a little and his metal fingers curling around the his mate's cock and stroking to encourage it to full wakefulness again. Yet, he kept shifting down, sliding his legs between Steve's as he came to nestle between them and flicked his tongue against the swell of his mate's hip.]

[ He was relearning, and Steve brightened -- it would never cease to amaze him, the way Bucky steadily became more and more of himself as the days passed, repairing himself even if there were many scars that would not heal.

His breath caught in his throat when Bucky shifted, when those warm metal fingers grasped his cock. He only arched his hips into them, thrusting with a gentle desire that was only just beginning to awaken. He could never deny his lover anything, even if there was a pleasant ache in his bones.

He swallowed hard, looking down at him, fingers moving to tangle in his hair as he cradled his head, curious at where he planned to be heading towards. ]

[He peered up the length of Steve's body, his hand still stroking his mate but his blue eyes intense and fixated on Steve's face. He tipped his head slightly with the press of fingers through his hair before turning his head just enough to blow cooler air across the hot flesh that he was currently stroking with his hand.]

Will you hunt down HYDRA with me, Steve? Have you ever sought revenge before?

[His mate was so determined but pure, untainted even after all that the blond had done. It was that perception that allowed him to get lost in the sight of Steve's body and those blue eyes that had no doubt so long ago captured him.]

I wanted to take them all down when you were lost to me.

[ Steve's eyes flashed, remembering his rage, his anger, his grief and the incredible, overwhelming loss of losing someone he loved more than life itself. It was difficult trying to focus, especially when Bucky decided to blow cool air against his cock.

It twitched, dripping with pre-cum, and he shuddered. ] I thought I did. Turns out, it wasn't enough. I'd hunt them down with you all over again.

This isn't the Little Mermaid

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