[Of all the birthday wishes, it warmed him most to have such words spoken across his ear from Steve, and if the man's tightened any further, he thought he might swoon like one of his mother's lady's in their corsets. It was only in private that any possessiveness was shown, and he welcomed it too. Beyond this room, Steve was efficient, commanding and an effortless King's guard. In it, well... the man's passion for keeping the family safe was translated into something far hotter between the sheets.
His fingers stroked and carded through that lovely hair, smiling wider at the bristly touch of the man's beard. He pressed back to seal their bodies together, shifting only enough to get the coverlet down so that he could turn his head to observe his knight without armour.]
You'll have to be punished for keeping me waiting. While a prince must be patient, I have been waiting for three long days. It's lonely in my bed without you.
Is it? You had your pick of all the ladies in the land.
[ Steve gently teased. The issue of finding a wife for Bucky had been increasingly on the king and queen's minds, and while some part of Steve disliked it, he knew that a kingdom cannot continue without its heir, and his Bucky was of age.
He leaned into his touch, welcoming Bucky's affection and drawing him close. He wanted more of him, delighted in his lover's favor, knowing that this was something Bucky gave to none other so far. He took pleasure in igniting his prince's passions, in claiming him under these sheets, over and over again, and he leaned forward to kiss him on his mouth, tender and warm.
He wanted him steadily, desire a slow burn that threatened to consume him, and now that he was here, he slowly tugged Bucky's shirt upwards, wanting him to shed it. ]
But none of those sweet smelling woman have nearly enough facial hair for me.
[He smirked back at his captain, and he never allowed any idea that they would be permanently apart fix in his mind. When he sat the throne, Steve could never ever be dismissed from his service and while he might sire the necessary heirs, it would be a political marriage. Steve alone owned his heart, and he saw no reason that anyone but his lover to know that either.
He kiss was everything he missed and more, and he shifted to turn over to face his lover. He smiled all charm and warmth at the clear signs of their need for nudity, and he shifted and allow his night shirt to be drawn from him. He reached out, fingers exploring the front of Steve vest.]
And I am so very fond. However, if you don't remove your clothing soon, I shall show you how good I still am with a knife. How do you plan on explaining to your fellows why you flounce through the hallways in the nude?
[ Steve laughed quietly, before he tugged off his vest and tunic, easing off his trousers. He moved to help Bucky divest his own pair of pants, settling naked into bed together. It had been a long while since he had been able to be like this with Bucky, to be close and intimate, sharing the love that burned so fiercely between them.
He was in no rush, and he wanted to enjoy his prince for all that he was worth, reacquainting himself with the man's body and tracing over lean muscles, the deadly, lean build, the fact that Bucky was extraordinarily gifted with his life, and a dead shot with a bow and arrow, putting his fellow huntsmen to shame with little effort.
Steve loved all these attributes and more, basking in his warmth -- he had been in the cold without Bucky's closeness, and he leaned forward to kiss him again and again, tangling their limbs together. ]
I could always say I was practicing a dance. [ He smirked at him, pinching his ass for that threat. ] And let them watch.
[His eyes roamed over Steve's skin as it was exposed in the dim light cast by the smoldering embers of his fire. With the captain here, there was no need for a fire in his mind as it would be plenty warm enough when they were curled together basking in one another's company. His fingers reached out to trace a path down Steve's chest, skin and contours that he had long ago memorized but always, always refreshed his memory on.
He was eased out of his own clothing, and he certainly wasn't shy about sliding up to press himself up against his captain, curling his feet around the back of Steve's calves and enjoying the simplicity of touch. There were no expectations here; there was just the two of them knowing exactly what the other needed and wanted.
His arms slowly slid around his captain as they kissed, warmed and interested thoroughly and of course fully awake by now.]
Your dancing skills clearly take on a more combat style if you're losing your clothing, fair knight.
[ Steve traced fingers down his spine, reveling in the feel of his lover pressed so intimately against him, so pliant and yielding that it made him thrill for more. In the glow of the fire Bucky was practically resplendent, and he leaned into his touch before he leaned forward to kiss him again, pressing him back against the bed.
There were no expectations, only the presence of each other, the simplicity of their feelings, and he shifted so that he was above him, straddling Bucky's waist as his fingers reached down to brush over the dark nest of curls, running through it to lightly stroke his cock.
Of course Bucky was fully awake, he was pressing so nicely against Steve's thigh. ] Does it? I've already lost my clothes now and there's nothing combat-like about this.
[His weight shifted with the press, settling on his back even if he craned his neck to keep the kiss for a delicious moment more as their positions changed. The taste and feel of Steve on his lips was sweeter and more arousing than any young woman he had snuck kisses from. There was something strong and unyielding yet utterly reverent and tender in such embraces. Like he was already the greatest King the world had seen.
He spread out on the feather mattress, his hair sprayed across one of his many pillows as his eyes drank in how the fire light caressed Steve's skin. He could look at such a work of art all day and night, especially when it was clear that he had the captain's heart in the same way he had given his to the blond.
His lips still twisted in a mischievous smile at the teasing contact between his legs, purposefully rolling his body temptingly.] That's because you would never deny your prince a request... and I do so like all those combat scars. [He reached out and traced his fingers down the front of Steve's chest.]
[ It was a moment that Steve willingly, happily gave to him. He couldn't help but admire him like that, dark hair fanned out on the pillow -- he was sure he had never seen a more enticing, arresting sight, in awe of his beauty, and the way he looked up at him, Bucky's eyes so green in the warmth of the firelight.
He leaned into his touch; every scar earned in service to his king and his prince. He would give his life for Bucky in a heartbeat if he asked, and they both know it. His Bucky would be the best king the world had ever seen, kind and charming and sharp, and he leaned down to kiss to mischievous curve of his mouth, delighting in his lover's wit.
Steve's eyes fluttered briefly, and he murmured, thumbing over the slit of his cock with a lazy grace. ] My loyalty to you, and my promise that you will be safe whenever I'm around.
[ He said quietly, before his lips trailed downwards, the bristles of his beard rubbing over his skin. ] My life and my heart are in your hands, my prince.
[Steve had been in service of the king for many years, and he knew the man's loyalty ran deeper than blood. He perhaps understood most of all the sacrifice that the captain of the King's Guard would make to keep the royal family safe. And yet, it hadn't been that understanding which had drawn him to this man; it had been the subtly glances they had passed one another for almost a year before he had been a bit too deep into his cups and perhaps a little too loose of lips when Steve had brought him back to his bed... and then stayed. Steve loved him, not his position to take the crown.
He had long ago memorized the scars, some small and subtle, others a bit more fresh. His fingers traced each one, the experience in combat obvious to him. His fingers found that little scar on Steve's hip, tracing it and then sliding his fingers to his lover's length and curling his fingers around the heavy warm flesh.]
Ah...! [He pressed his hips towards Steve's touch.] And when I am King, we'll never be apart or have any fear of it. I will love you until the day that I die. [His tone changed to mischievous again.] Though... it is too bad I can't take you for my wife and get some heirs on you. Such shoulders were never meant for a dress.
[ Steve's breath caught at Bucky's confession; they had spoken of this to each other before, but every time it felt new, as if something within them was renewed, and he enjoyed every moment of it. Steve had thought nothing of the crown he would one day take on (with it the responsibilities and the weight of the kingdom), his loyalty and his love absolute to the one man who had captured his eye and his heart.
The first night they had together had been one wrought with ecstasy and the culmination of a long, charged tension they were both more than peripherally aware of. Bedding the prince had been more than just a conquest, it was fulfillment, sweet and heady and perfect, and Steve had been hopelessly in love since then.
He would help his prince bear the weight of his royal duty, he would be his companion where it mattered, forsaking all else and giving himself to him. He laughed softly and ground down against him, calloused palm curling to fondle his balls briefly, before he drew them together, breath hitching when Bucky took him in hand too. He joined them, so that both their lengths were rubbing up against each other, and he was almost fully hard. ]
So will I, Bucky. [ Never Prince James, not in their most private moments. He smirked. ] And no, they're not. Neither is this chest. Although... [ He pressed his lips against Bucky's nipple, kissing it softly. ] I hear you may have to find a wife soon.
[A part of him thrilled that Steve would always be by his side, during thick and thin and any event that he had to undertake for his people or for himself. There was a sliver of himself which shamed him for taking such a handsome and fit man away from the opportunity of a wife and children. They were beyond one another's stations so he couldn't even press his father towards making a match with a cousin or the like. Steve was his and the kingdoms, but at this point, mostly his.
His fingers traced and caressed their way around Steve's left nipple, moving to the neglected right a moment later as a sigh of pleasure escaped his throat as their erections pressed and rubbed together. It was hot and his passion was rising despite his previous exhaustion. He rocked and rolled under the heavy and secure weight of Steve's thighs bracing around his own.
Was it wrong that he loved it when Steve called him that? He grunted as part of him soured at the thought.] With father acknowledging me as his heir, he will seek a match to earn the kingdom stronger bonds or a political advantage. He will ask for my preferences. [He grinned impishly.] What do you think he would do if I asked for you?
You must never do that. [ Steve shook his head -- he could imagine the king's rage if Bucky ever did that, the reckless man, and he cupped his face to kiss him hard, biting gently on his lip in warning. They both knew that Bucky could never say such a thing, and the consequences would be unimaginable, but they could fantasize of a day where they could be together.
It would never happen, but in moments like these the hope would be more balm than torture. Steve would give up all chances of a wife and children if only it meant he could be near to Bucky all the time; Bucky alone was worth him sacrificing everything. Steve was his, heart and mind and soul, and while he served the crown, his eyes were only for his beloved.
He exhaled quietly and slid against him, their cocks rubbing up together with a practiced, slick grace. He could feel his lover matching him in pace and thrust, when they fit perfectly together; and he ignored the burn of jealousy, the thought of Bucky taking another woman, making an heir together. Yet, he knew it would be inevitable -- a king must never be without an heir, and so must a crown prince.
Steve indulged Bucky's passion, and he spread Bucky's thighs to ease them around his own hips, desiring more of him, wanting to fulfill everything that he had gone without for the past few days. ] But for now, you belong to me. And I will bring you the sweetest pleasure.
I have given my father everything. Why am I not allowed this single detail? [He knew better than to even mention such interactions with his father, and they were painfully careful that their associations with each other appeared cordial and befitting that of the crown prince and a high-ranking guard. However, there were times when it was tiresome hiding his love and adoration from those who accepted him as the charming, well-liked, and fair hand of his father. His people loved him; why could they not love him as he carried on his private life out of sight and allow his siblings to have the heirs to the throne.
There were times when he saw Steve as he sat to his father's right hand, and he ached to admit their association. It would not just cause a scandal for the royal family, but it would ruin Steve's reputation and hard work. He would and could never do that to his lover, even if the ache was only assuaged when they were together like this.] I want to show the kingdom how much I love you...
[He groaned and writhed on the mattress, his legs flexing around Steve's hips and digging his heels into his captain's ass in reply. His hips rolled in time with Steve's as he reached out to press his fingers through his lover's beard, feeling the thick course hair and smiling a loving radiant smile.]
Such treacherous claim talk... I could have you flogged for it. Instead, I think I'll see how far down the foxhole you have gone in your depravity. [He rolled his hips invitingly, wanting so badly to be taken, to have Steve's healthy strong weight pressing him into the mattress and to hear the kind of calls that were worked from his own throat because of his captain's passion.]
[ Steve breathed, but he wasn't inclined to dampen the mood. Bucky was aroused and aching to be filled, and to ruin this moment of intimacy and passion for the both of them would be tantamount to a grievous crime. As it was, they barely had time to spare for each other, moments stolen in the dark of night or in the empty hallways when staying away became too much to bear.
He remembered those moments, when passion leapt and there was little they could do but plot and plan and meet up when no eyes were on them, fixated on the throne and its king. Steve still strived to do his best for his king and his prince, his beloved prince; but his duty took a momentary backseat to his emotion, the depth of his devotion for Bucky. He had loved him since the moment he first laid eyes on him in the courtyard, and he would love Bucky until his last breath.
The captain chuckled, low and soft as he rubbed the coarse bristles of his beard over his skin, appreciating the sweetness of his smile before he fumbled over the nightstand, grabbing a half-used bottle of lubricant and smearing it over his fingers. He spread his lover's legs further, indulgent and playful. ]
You know I'm pretty damn depraved. There's nowhere in here that I haven't had you. Remember the carpet burns on your knees when I fucked you mindless, Buck? [ His lube-slick finger teased playfully at his entrance, drawing out the torture. ] When I rubbed up inside the deepest parts of you and made you ride my cock. I think of it all the time.
[He did, and it was only because Steve was here with him now, parting his legs and exposing him as no other would ever dream of that he let the topic go. They were here celebrating both his coming of age and their togetherness. No one could bring his blood this hot outside of his captain, and he treasured every moment they could find a quiet place and no prying eyes to be together.
His fingers played down his lover's chin and neck until he was working over Steve's nipples, caressing around them and then giving light pinches to enjoy the feel of them between his digits. He tightened his legs around his captain's hips when Steve moved to acquire the needed supplies, hissing as if the man had been threatening to get up and leave him hard and wanton.]
Ah, the number of excuses I have to make for your depravity. The cleaning staff think me clumsy for all the apparent falling down I do. [His entrance tightened at the teasing, and he made a soft noise of frustration.] Remember when you had to hide under my bed when an emergency missive came and my father summoned me? I had to scold the poor chancellor that I was tending to myself... I made you stay to finish the job before I flitted out for princely duties. But oh how I thought of you for that entire meeting.
[ Steve gasped softly when he felt his lover's fingers, deft and nimble, slip down to play with his nipples, pinching -- he even appreciated the little hiss of denial when he felt Bucky cling to him a little harder, as if unwilling to let him out of his arms. He kissed the little dip of his chin, trailing kisses down the elegant line of his throat as he savored every moment that his prince was in his arms.
He remembered everything that Bucky mentioned, grinning at the poor chancellor and how his pulse had raced when the chancellor had come in and he had to hide, knowing he had to rely on his prince's anger to keep them both from getting caught. The sex that happened after that had been frenetic, violent, almost, to make up for the adrenaline rush and the frustration.
He smiled at that, tugging Bucky's body up firmly against him, a hand cupping his ass before he shifted downwards to push his finger in deeper, working past the muscle to the heat pulsing within. They were two men in love, young and full of passion, reveling in each other and forgetting the world outside of them. He felt Bucky tighten, and he pushed further, hungry lips coming up to capture Bucky's mouth with his own, knowing he could never have enough of him. ]
You were such a great liar. [ He chuckled softly, enjoying the way his lover opened up so sweetly to him. ] You sat there with my seed trickling out of you the whole time.
[He relented in his hold with those kisses, the caress of Steve's beard making him squirm against the mattress and his legs to flex around his lover's hips. His eyes closed at such attention being lavished upon his throat, aware that so many wanted to do the same thing, but he kept them all at a polite distance. Only his captain was allowed such liberties.
He grinned when he found his back sliding against the plush mattress as he was pulled closer to Steve, his head purposefully thrashing from side-to-side to fan out his hair more and have some cross his face. He dropped his feet to the bed behind Steve so that he could rock his ass into those big calloused hands. A noise of pleasant surprise left him at the invasion, a soft 'ah' as his fingers caressed around Steve's nipples.
Yet, he had to laugh at how much they got away with that day.] I had to. It was the only way for me to concentrate knowing that you had taken me as your own even if duty drew me away. Besides... you were warming my bed for me for when I returned to it and you.
[ Just like how he wasn't done with Bucky here and now -- this was the first chance he had in a long time to ravish him, and he would make full use of it. And speaking of full use, he was very sure that Bucky was doing this on purpose, his hair fanned over the pillows, the beauty of his features, the strong sweep of his jaw. He adored every inch of him, sucking kisses at his throat, marking the prince as his own, but making sure that none could be seen above the collar.
He would take care of his lover, the precious creature that he was, and he ran his fingers through Bucky's hair, leaning down to kiss him hard before he sunk his finger deep inside, gently fucking him with it. He knew it would not be enough for his prince, his beloved who had gone so long without being fucked into the mattress, and Steve was more than happy to drag it out. ]
I remember how I fucked you, again and again. Made you mewl my name into your pillows. My prince, how you burned for me. How you came. I sucked you off my fingers and was still so hungry for more.
[He shivered at the implication of how then and now were much the same in how badly they wanted each other. His captain clearly had arranged for this, time for them to be safely alone without interruption unless it was an emergency. He would, of course, reward his lover's actions with a display of what his fine captain had won for such efforts, putting himself on display without a hint of subtly.
Steve was the only one that managed to fuel his desire with looks and words alone. It was some strange gift that the blond had, and it set his blood racing through his veins every time. He cried out at the marking, cherishing it as the best gift for his birthday celebrations, aware that it could be explained away if necessary. They were always careful. His hips rolled invitingly towards that invading finger even as he purposefully clenched his muscles around it.]
How hoarse you made me. How much I clung to your body which was so sullied by our love-making. It took me hours to get clean. Hours of thinking of you while I bathed...
[He bit his lower lip, drawing it into his mouth as he rolled and rocked his body under Steve's watchful gaze, his right hand sliding down his own chest, pausing to tweak his own nipple. He made a sound of pure desire, like touching himself was as good as Steve doing so (nothing was as good as that) and then he walked his fingers down his belly and then palmed down the curve of his erection which almost lay against his stomach.]
[ His words are very nearly a snarl as Bucky's words, sensuous, depraved and wonderful, curl around his heart, make his dick even harder than it's been. His prince cries out and Steve savors every sound; they were always careful, he makes sure of that, but there are some times where he relishes the line that's skirted, the danger that looms just beyond.
No one will be able to do what he can -- no one else will have Steve the way he does. He remembers all that they've done together, Bucky's sweet, hot words in his ear as he cleaned him, imagining his lover naked and getting himself off. He can see it now, and his gaze darkens when he touches himself, so openly, sinfully sensuous that his mouth is dry.
He pushes two fingers inside him in a swift move, exhaling as his other hand comes to close around where Bucky is palming his cock, gently jerking him off. ] I'm not going to stop until your little hole is dripping with me. In here, I own you.
[The longer they were together and the longer denied time with one another, the more he toyed with the idea of toeing the line even further. He knew better, of course, even if he chaffed with the scolding from his captain too. This secret relationship would have to be just like this, between them and no one else to look jealously upon their love and adoration for each other. Even if he rebelled, the logical part beyond his heart knew he could never reveal these times together messing the sheets and moaning at each other.
The fingers of the hand stroking himself momentarily spasm with the sudden girth of two fingers inside of him, and he arched his belly towards the roof, and he groaned in a long-suffering sort of way when he was stroked by those strong certain fingers.]
Such blasphemous words above your station... I should have you flogged. [He shot Steve a wicked grin, undulating his body sinfully.] Change my mind to that, my Captain. Make me forget such... transgressions.
[ These moments are what Steve grows to live for, moments stolen with his beloved to keep him going amidst all the dreary politics and pissing contests. Royalty, he reflects, are sometimes not all that different from the masses; but people need a story and a fairytale, something to strive towards.
This is his very own fairytale, him and his beautiful prince, and he pins him down to the bed as he fingerfucks him, slow and thorough. He wants him to feel every inch, filled and prepared for Steve to eventually penetrate him. He's bigger than this and they both know it. Kissing his mouth to hopefully keep him quiet, he smiles wickedly. ]
You won't do that. Your heart will break first. [ Because they both know what a soft spot he has for him. He revels in their love, the intimacy that they share. ] Mmm. You feel so good around my fingers. Tell me how you like it.
[His motions were limited with the weight of his Captain's limbs pinning him to the bed, and that only made the heat between them stronger. There was something so dangerously alluring of the strength within the blond and how beyond these rooms, they were only used to protect himself and the royal family. Here though, he was able to feel the pressure of it on his body, writhe under the strength of those arms and body and know for certain that it was all his to do as he pleased with.
He had also learned a long time ago that screaming was not an option. He must be quiet or muffle himself into his pillows because their secret was far more worthwhile keeping than the need to yell to the world that he was getting plowed to within an inch of his sanity. And no, he wouldn't flog his Captain. The only lines on that back would be because of his nails running down it.]
Ah, my Captain, while your fingers are a great birthday present, they are nothing compared to the monster of flesh you're about to fill me with. [It was all teasing, tossed out in a sing-song voice of a minstrel. He squeezed his wall on those invading fingers all the same, arching under the pleasure the stemmed from them thrusting inside of him.] You are always so good to me. This is what I live for.
[ Steve would give every moment of his life to Bucky, to lay himself at his feet in devotion. Without him, his life has little meaning; and these nights give him joy, carnal knowledge of his lover, to shower affection, to feel desire, to be a man with his beloved for once instead of simply protector.
Bucky is the reason he's stayed as long as he had, his love for the man knowing no boundaries. He loves the lines that are scratched down his back, and he wears them with pride. The others who see it think he's had a few feisty whores in his time off, and he sees no need to correct them. His breath catches when he feels Bucky tightening around his fingers, and he smiles when he pulls out, kissing that lovely mouth again, and again. ]
Me, too. You're what I live for. What I die for, too. [ And he means every word of it. He's stroking his own cock, before he's pushing the head of it against Bucky's tight little hole, his prince a beautiful creature to be ravished and fucked out of his mind. ] Open up for me.
[ He doesn't wait -- he's not gentle, when he thrusts in swiftly, seats himself fully into his prince, his large, thick cock completely inside of him. The pleasure, the tightness is overwhelming, and he trembles, struggling to keep a hold on himself. ]
[Could he be any more privileged than to have this huge blond knight as his lover? He didn't think so because no one looked at him the same way that Steve did, so covetous, so adoring, so loving. Never would his handsome knight reveal such emotions when standing guard in the court or accompanying him on the necessary social endeavors of being an heir to the throne, but here, in the flickering candle light, Steve was a doting and intense lover. Just the way he wanted the man, the way anyone could hope for such attentions.
Yet, he hissed at the loyalty. He dug his fingernails into his precious knight's flesh, his blue eyes sharpening.] I will never give you permission to die. Understand that we are together in many of these endeavors regardless of our stations, but never die unless I am there to follow you. [He would not stand to sit on a throne alone, the spot to his left hand empty because Steve was gone.
He shifted when those demanding fingers disappeared only to be replaced by something larger and far more satisfying. He arched and hooked his ankles behind Steve's hips as he groaned loudly. His hands stroke Steve's face, fingers combing through that rich beard as he smiled and rocked his hips.]
[ He definitely won't break, Steve knows this. He pauses only for a moment when he hears those words, a promise from James' heart to his, the words he knows he means. Steve's breath catches for a moment, and he leans into his touch as his eyes flutter shut. To be embraced so fully like this when he's buried so deep inside his beloved, he knows no better joy and ecstasy.
Burying his face in his shoulder, he pulls out almost completely before sinking in again, taking care with him all the same. Just because Bucky said he wouldn't break doesn't mean Steve won't take care with him -- after all, this won't be the last time they're doing it tonight.
He grasped a hold of Bucky's hand, threading his fingers together with his as he starts to fuck him into the mattress, earnest and yearning and desperate. His words are hot, breathed against Bucky's pulse, a promise he seals together with him in this bed. ] We'll never part.
[He stared in the limited light at Steve's face, his eyes raking over those features that were dedicated to his protection and providing him so much love. His fingers dug into the thickness of Steve's beard, caressing the skin beneath as the corner of his lips rose in a smile.
He found himself arching his back as Steve thrust hard into him, filling the tight heat that was ever hungry for the knight. His body rocked and rolled with the force of his lover's assault, his legs tightening to limit his sliding around on the thick sheets. He cried out over and over, long deep groans of pleasure that he made no effort to hide from potential prying ears.
His head snapped up to kiss the corner of Steve's mouth.] Never. Or at least not for long.
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[Of all the birthday wishes, it warmed him most to have such words spoken across his ear from Steve, and if the man's tightened any further, he thought he might swoon like one of his mother's lady's in their corsets. It was only in private that any possessiveness was shown, and he welcomed it too. Beyond this room, Steve was efficient, commanding and an effortless King's guard. In it, well... the man's passion for keeping the family safe was translated into something far hotter between the sheets.
His fingers stroked and carded through that lovely hair, smiling wider at the bristly touch of the man's beard. He pressed back to seal their bodies together, shifting only enough to get the coverlet down so that he could turn his head to observe his knight without armour.]
You'll have to be punished for keeping me waiting. While a prince must be patient, I have been waiting for three long days. It's lonely in my bed without you.
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[ Steve gently teased. The issue of finding a wife for Bucky had been increasingly on the king and queen's minds, and while some part of Steve disliked it, he knew that a kingdom cannot continue without its heir, and his Bucky was of age.
He leaned into his touch, welcoming Bucky's affection and drawing him close. He wanted more of him, delighted in his lover's favor, knowing that this was something Bucky gave to none other so far. He took pleasure in igniting his prince's passions, in claiming him under these sheets, over and over again, and he leaned forward to kiss him on his mouth, tender and warm.
He wanted him steadily, desire a slow burn that threatened to consume him, and now that he was here, he slowly tugged Bucky's shirt upwards, wanting him to shed it. ]
Absence makes the heart grow fonder, you know.
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[He smirked back at his captain, and he never allowed any idea that they would be permanently apart fix in his mind. When he sat the throne, Steve could never ever be dismissed from his service and while he might sire the necessary heirs, it would be a political marriage. Steve alone owned his heart, and he saw no reason that anyone but his lover to know that either.
He kiss was everything he missed and more, and he shifted to turn over to face his lover. He smiled all charm and warmth at the clear signs of their need for nudity, and he shifted and allow his night shirt to be drawn from him. He reached out, fingers exploring the front of Steve vest.]
And I am so very fond. However, if you don't remove your clothing soon, I shall show you how good I still am with a knife. How do you plan on explaining to your fellows why you flounce through the hallways in the nude?
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He was in no rush, and he wanted to enjoy his prince for all that he was worth, reacquainting himself with the man's body and tracing over lean muscles, the deadly, lean build, the fact that Bucky was extraordinarily gifted with his life, and a dead shot with a bow and arrow, putting his fellow huntsmen to shame with little effort.
Steve loved all these attributes and more, basking in his warmth -- he had been in the cold without Bucky's closeness, and he leaned forward to kiss him again and again, tangling their limbs together. ]
I could always say I was practicing a dance. [ He smirked at him, pinching his ass for that threat. ] And let them watch.
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He was eased out of his own clothing, and he certainly wasn't shy about sliding up to press himself up against his captain, curling his feet around the back of Steve's calves and enjoying the simplicity of touch. There were no expectations here; there was just the two of them knowing exactly what the other needed and wanted.
His arms slowly slid around his captain as they kissed, warmed and interested thoroughly and of course fully awake by now.]
Your dancing skills clearly take on a more combat style if you're losing your clothing, fair knight.
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There were no expectations, only the presence of each other, the simplicity of their feelings, and he shifted so that he was above him, straddling Bucky's waist as his fingers reached down to brush over the dark nest of curls, running through it to lightly stroke his cock.
Of course Bucky was fully awake, he was pressing so nicely against Steve's thigh. ] Does it? I've already lost my clothes now and there's nothing combat-like about this.
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He spread out on the feather mattress, his hair sprayed across one of his many pillows as his eyes drank in how the fire light caressed Steve's skin. He could look at such a work of art all day and night, especially when it was clear that he had the captain's heart in the same way he had given his to the blond.
His lips still twisted in a mischievous smile at the teasing contact between his legs, purposefully rolling his body temptingly.] That's because you would never deny your prince a request... and I do so like all those combat scars. [He reached out and traced his fingers down the front of Steve's chest.]
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He leaned into his touch; every scar earned in service to his king and his prince. He would give his life for Bucky in a heartbeat if he asked, and they both know it. His Bucky would be the best king the world had ever seen, kind and charming and sharp, and he leaned down to kiss to mischievous curve of his mouth, delighting in his lover's wit.
Steve's eyes fluttered briefly, and he murmured, thumbing over the slit of his cock with a lazy grace. ] My loyalty to you, and my promise that you will be safe whenever I'm around.
[ He said quietly, before his lips trailed downwards, the bristles of his beard rubbing over his skin. ] My life and my heart are in your hands, my prince.
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He had long ago memorized the scars, some small and subtle, others a bit more fresh. His fingers traced each one, the experience in combat obvious to him. His fingers found that little scar on Steve's hip, tracing it and then sliding his fingers to his lover's length and curling his fingers around the heavy warm flesh.]
Ah...! [He pressed his hips towards Steve's touch.] And when I am King, we'll never be apart or have any fear of it. I will love you until the day that I die. [His tone changed to mischievous again.] Though... it is too bad I can't take you for my wife and get some heirs on you. Such shoulders were never meant for a dress.
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The first night they had together had been one wrought with ecstasy and the culmination of a long, charged tension they were both more than peripherally aware of. Bedding the prince had been more than just a conquest, it was fulfillment, sweet and heady and perfect, and Steve had been hopelessly in love since then.
He would help his prince bear the weight of his royal duty, he would be his companion where it mattered, forsaking all else and giving himself to him. He laughed softly and ground down against him, calloused palm curling to fondle his balls briefly, before he drew them together, breath hitching when Bucky took him in hand too. He joined them, so that both their lengths were rubbing up against each other, and he was almost fully hard. ]
So will I, Bucky. [ Never Prince James, not in their most private moments. He smirked. ] And no, they're not. Neither is this chest. Although... [ He pressed his lips against Bucky's nipple, kissing it softly. ] I hear you may have to find a wife soon.
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His fingers traced and caressed their way around Steve's left nipple, moving to the neglected right a moment later as a sigh of pleasure escaped his throat as their erections pressed and rubbed together. It was hot and his passion was rising despite his previous exhaustion. He rocked and rolled under the heavy and secure weight of Steve's thighs bracing around his own.
Was it wrong that he loved it when Steve called him that? He grunted as part of him soured at the thought.] With father acknowledging me as his heir, he will seek a match to earn the kingdom stronger bonds or a political advantage. He will ask for my preferences. [He grinned impishly.] What do you think he would do if I asked for you?
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It would never happen, but in moments like these the hope would be more balm than torture. Steve would give up all chances of a wife and children if only it meant he could be near to Bucky all the time; Bucky alone was worth him sacrificing everything. Steve was his, heart and mind and soul, and while he served the crown, his eyes were only for his beloved.
He exhaled quietly and slid against him, their cocks rubbing up together with a practiced, slick grace. He could feel his lover matching him in pace and thrust, when they fit perfectly together; and he ignored the burn of jealousy, the thought of Bucky taking another woman, making an heir together. Yet, he knew it would be inevitable -- a king must never be without an heir, and so must a crown prince.
Steve indulged Bucky's passion, and he spread Bucky's thighs to ease them around his own hips, desiring more of him, wanting to fulfill everything that he had gone without for the past few days. ] But for now, you belong to me. And I will bring you the sweetest pleasure.
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There were times when he saw Steve as he sat to his father's right hand, and he ached to admit their association. It would not just cause a scandal for the royal family, but it would ruin Steve's reputation and hard work. He would and could never do that to his lover, even if the ache was only assuaged when they were together like this.] I want to show the kingdom how much I love you...
[He groaned and writhed on the mattress, his legs flexing around Steve's hips and digging his heels into his captain's ass in reply. His hips rolled in time with Steve's as he reached out to press his fingers through his lover's beard, feeling the thick course hair and smiling a loving radiant smile.]
Such treacherous claim talk... I could have you flogged for it. Instead, I think I'll see how far down the foxhole you have gone in your depravity. [He rolled his hips invitingly, wanting so badly to be taken, to have Steve's healthy strong weight pressing him into the mattress and to hear the kind of calls that were worked from his own throat because of his captain's passion.]
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[ Steve breathed, but he wasn't inclined to dampen the mood. Bucky was aroused and aching to be filled, and to ruin this moment of intimacy and passion for the both of them would be tantamount to a grievous crime. As it was, they barely had time to spare for each other, moments stolen in the dark of night or in the empty hallways when staying away became too much to bear.
He remembered those moments, when passion leapt and there was little they could do but plot and plan and meet up when no eyes were on them, fixated on the throne and its king. Steve still strived to do his best for his king and his prince, his beloved prince; but his duty took a momentary backseat to his emotion, the depth of his devotion for Bucky. He had loved him since the moment he first laid eyes on him in the courtyard, and he would love Bucky until his last breath.
The captain chuckled, low and soft as he rubbed the coarse bristles of his beard over his skin, appreciating the sweetness of his smile before he fumbled over the nightstand, grabbing a half-used bottle of lubricant and smearing it over his fingers. He spread his lover's legs further, indulgent and playful. ]
You know I'm pretty damn depraved. There's nowhere in here that I haven't had you. Remember the carpet burns on your knees when I fucked you mindless, Buck? [ His lube-slick finger teased playfully at his entrance, drawing out the torture. ] When I rubbed up inside the deepest parts of you and made you ride my cock. I think of it all the time.
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His fingers played down his lover's chin and neck until he was working over Steve's nipples, caressing around them and then giving light pinches to enjoy the feel of them between his digits. He tightened his legs around his captain's hips when Steve moved to acquire the needed supplies, hissing as if the man had been threatening to get up and leave him hard and wanton.]
Ah, the number of excuses I have to make for your depravity. The cleaning staff think me clumsy for all the apparent falling down I do. [His entrance tightened at the teasing, and he made a soft noise of frustration.] Remember when you had to hide under my bed when an emergency missive came and my father summoned me? I had to scold the poor chancellor that I was tending to myself... I made you stay to finish the job before I flitted out for princely duties. But oh how I thought of you for that entire meeting.
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He remembered everything that Bucky mentioned, grinning at the poor chancellor and how his pulse had raced when the chancellor had come in and he had to hide, knowing he had to rely on his prince's anger to keep them both from getting caught. The sex that happened after that had been frenetic, violent, almost, to make up for the adrenaline rush and the frustration.
He smiled at that, tugging Bucky's body up firmly against him, a hand cupping his ass before he shifted downwards to push his finger in deeper, working past the muscle to the heat pulsing within. They were two men in love, young and full of passion, reveling in each other and forgetting the world outside of them. He felt Bucky tighten, and he pushed further, hungry lips coming up to capture Bucky's mouth with his own, knowing he could never have enough of him. ]
You were such a great liar. [ He chuckled softly, enjoying the way his lover opened up so sweetly to him. ] You sat there with my seed trickling out of you the whole time.
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He grinned when he found his back sliding against the plush mattress as he was pulled closer to Steve, his head purposefully thrashing from side-to-side to fan out his hair more and have some cross his face. He dropped his feet to the bed behind Steve so that he could rock his ass into those big calloused hands. A noise of pleasant surprise left him at the invasion, a soft 'ah' as his fingers caressed around Steve's nipples.
Yet, he had to laugh at how much they got away with that day.] I had to. It was the only way for me to concentrate knowing that you had taken me as your own even if duty drew me away. Besides... you were warming my bed for me for when I returned to it and you.
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[ Just like how he wasn't done with Bucky here and now -- this was the first chance he had in a long time to ravish him, and he would make full use of it. And speaking of full use, he was very sure that Bucky was doing this on purpose, his hair fanned over the pillows, the beauty of his features, the strong sweep of his jaw. He adored every inch of him, sucking kisses at his throat, marking the prince as his own, but making sure that none could be seen above the collar.
He would take care of his lover, the precious creature that he was, and he ran his fingers through Bucky's hair, leaning down to kiss him hard before he sunk his finger deep inside, gently fucking him with it. He knew it would not be enough for his prince, his beloved who had gone so long without being fucked into the mattress, and Steve was more than happy to drag it out. ]
I remember how I fucked you, again and again. Made you mewl my name into your pillows. My prince, how you burned for me. How you came. I sucked you off my fingers and was still so hungry for more.
Touch yourself for me.
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Steve was the only one that managed to fuel his desire with looks and words alone. It was some strange gift that the blond had, and it set his blood racing through his veins every time. He cried out at the marking, cherishing it as the best gift for his birthday celebrations, aware that it could be explained away if necessary. They were always careful. His hips rolled invitingly towards that invading finger even as he purposefully clenched his muscles around it.]
How hoarse you made me. How much I clung to your body which was so sullied by our love-making. It took me hours to get clean. Hours of thinking of you while I bathed...
[He bit his lower lip, drawing it into his mouth as he rolled and rocked his body under Steve's watchful gaze, his right hand sliding down his own chest, pausing to tweak his own nipple. He made a sound of pure desire, like touching himself was as good as Steve doing so (nothing was as good as that) and then he walked his fingers down his belly and then palmed down the curve of his erection which almost lay against his stomach.]
Will you make me mewl tonight, my dear captain?
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[ His words are very nearly a snarl as Bucky's words, sensuous, depraved and wonderful, curl around his heart, make his dick even harder than it's been. His prince cries out and Steve savors every sound; they were always careful, he makes sure of that, but there are some times where he relishes the line that's skirted, the danger that looms just beyond.
No one will be able to do what he can -- no one else will have Steve the way he does. He remembers all that they've done together, Bucky's sweet, hot words in his ear as he cleaned him, imagining his lover naked and getting himself off. He can see it now, and his gaze darkens when he touches himself, so openly, sinfully sensuous that his mouth is dry.
He pushes two fingers inside him in a swift move, exhaling as his other hand comes to close around where Bucky is palming his cock, gently jerking him off. ] I'm not going to stop until your little hole is dripping with me. In here, I own you.
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The fingers of the hand stroking himself momentarily spasm with the sudden girth of two fingers inside of him, and he arched his belly towards the roof, and he groaned in a long-suffering sort of way when he was stroked by those strong certain fingers.]
Such blasphemous words above your station... I should have you flogged. [He shot Steve a wicked grin, undulating his body sinfully.] Change my mind to that, my Captain. Make me forget such... transgressions.
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This is his very own fairytale, him and his beautiful prince, and he pins him down to the bed as he fingerfucks him, slow and thorough. He wants him to feel every inch, filled and prepared for Steve to eventually penetrate him. He's bigger than this and they both know it. Kissing his mouth to hopefully keep him quiet, he smiles wickedly. ]
You won't do that. Your heart will break first. [ Because they both know what a soft spot he has for him. He revels in their love, the intimacy that they share. ] Mmm. You feel so good around my fingers. Tell me how you like it.
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He had also learned a long time ago that screaming was not an option. He must be quiet or muffle himself into his pillows because their secret was far more worthwhile keeping than the need to yell to the world that he was getting plowed to within an inch of his sanity. And no, he wouldn't flog his Captain. The only lines on that back would be because of his nails running down it.]
Ah, my Captain, while your fingers are a great birthday present, they are nothing compared to the monster of flesh you're about to fill me with. [It was all teasing, tossed out in a sing-song voice of a minstrel. He squeezed his wall on those invading fingers all the same, arching under the pleasure the stemmed from them thrusting inside of him.] You are always so good to me. This is what I live for.
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Bucky is the reason he's stayed as long as he had, his love for the man knowing no boundaries. He loves the lines that are scratched down his back, and he wears them with pride. The others who see it think he's had a few feisty whores in his time off, and he sees no need to correct them. His breath catches when he feels Bucky tightening around his fingers, and he smiles when he pulls out, kissing that lovely mouth again, and again. ]
Me, too. You're what I live for. What I die for, too. [ And he means every word of it. He's stroking his own cock, before he's pushing the head of it against Bucky's tight little hole, his prince a beautiful creature to be ravished and fucked out of his mind. ] Open up for me.
[ He doesn't wait -- he's not gentle, when he thrusts in swiftly, seats himself fully into his prince, his large, thick cock completely inside of him. The pleasure, the tightness is overwhelming, and he trembles, struggling to keep a hold on himself. ]
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Yet, he hissed at the loyalty. He dug his fingernails into his precious knight's flesh, his blue eyes sharpening.] I will never give you permission to die. Understand that we are together in many of these endeavors regardless of our stations, but never die unless I am there to follow you. [He would not stand to sit on a throne alone, the spot to his left hand empty because Steve was gone.
He shifted when those demanding fingers disappeared only to be replaced by something larger and far more satisfying. He arched and hooked his ankles behind Steve's hips as he groaned loudly. His hands stroke Steve's face, fingers combing through that rich beard as he smiled and rocked his hips.]
No need to be gentle with me. I won't break.
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Burying his face in his shoulder, he pulls out almost completely before sinking in again, taking care with him all the same. Just because Bucky said he wouldn't break doesn't mean Steve won't take care with him -- after all, this won't be the last time they're doing it tonight.
He grasped a hold of Bucky's hand, threading his fingers together with his as he starts to fuck him into the mattress, earnest and yearning and desperate. His words are hot, breathed against Bucky's pulse, a promise he seals together with him in this bed. ] We'll never part.
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He found himself arching his back as Steve thrust hard into him, filling the tight heat that was ever hungry for the knight. His body rocked and rolled with the force of his lover's assault, his legs tightening to limit his sliding around on the thick sheets. He cried out over and over, long deep groans of pleasure that he made no effort to hide from potential prying ears.
His head snapped up to kiss the corner of Steve's mouth.] Never. Or at least not for long.