If someone had told James Buchanan Barnes ninety years ago that he'd be a formerly brainwashed assassin who had been in and out of cryogenic storage for nearly a century, he probably would've dismissed them out of hand as being completely loony. If someone had told him he'd end up pegging Steven Grant Rogers as the New Years Ball dropped to herald the arrival of 2019, he probably would have decked them for the implication, and pretended very convincingly that he was disgusted by the prospect. And yet there he was, balls deep in America's ass, watching the ball drop in real time on the wall-mounted TV across the room. It was too much to hope for that he finish right at midnight- Bucky was known for nothing if not his stamina- but Steve certainly wasn't complaining as he planted his face into the mattress and moaned.
"Bucky! Yes, yes, right there! Oh, Buck." The man's shouts were becoming increasingly incoherent, until he was just babbling and begging for Bucky to use him.
Bucky slammed into Steve as the ball started it's descent, his thrusts becoming harder and more desperate as the man's body tensed beneath him. The blonde was tightening around Bucky's cock, quivering under his rough grip, and Bucky knew the man was close.
"Cum for me," Bucky ordered in a low growl, planting one hand between Steve's shoulder blades to keep him pinned to the mattress. His lewd groans were too loud to be fully muffled by the bedding, and they were only growing in volume and frequency. Readjusting himself inside Steve, Bucky thrust even harder into the man, hitting his g-spot with forceful precision. Steve's moaning because a sustained shout as he came against his own stomach, soiling the blankets beneath him.
The super-soldier collapsed bonelessly to lay flat on the bed, turning his head so that Bucky could clearly see the profile of his face, the sharp jaw and strong nose. His baby blue eyes were half-lidded and he panted as he came down- Bucky had stilled inside him for a moment as he came, but now he resumed his thrusting, more desperate this time. He planted his hands flat on either side of the Captain's head so that his chest pressed against the man's broad back, and he pressed heated kisses along his partner's jawline and down his throat as the man lay limp beneath him.
Unlike Steve, Bucky didn't shout when he came, instead choking out a grunt as he pumped wildly and then stilled, filling the Captain with his poison. The blonde grinned beneath him, and Bucky wished that they both hadn't already finished three times before; that troublesome grin made him want to take his partner all over again, but even super-soldier stamina had its limits. Instead, the former assassin rolled off his partner, starfishing on the bed and staring mindlessly up at the ceiling.
"Was that good?" His partner asked after a few minutes, interrupting the comfortable silence that had fallen over the pair like a blanket after they'd both caught their breath. It was the familiar deep voice of Steve Rogers that spoke, however. The voice was higher, sharper, accented.
Bucky's head lolled to the side and he grinned at the angular profile of none other than Loki, god of mischief and his boyfriend of six months.
"Always good with you, doll," Bucky answered easily, pressing a kiss to the Asgardian's sharp cheekbone. Loki turned his head as well, piercing green eyes staring deep into Bucky's brown ones for a long moment before he rolled on top of Bucky, straddling him. The god's soft black hair brushed against the sides of Bucky's face as he leaned down, intense gaze never wavering, and the Winter Soldier felt heat coiling in his belly again.
"Shall we go again, then?"
"I don't know if I can, darling," Bucky confessed, but at the sight of his lover's smug grin, he decided that he was more than willing to try. "Not all of us have the stamina of gods, y'know."
"Oh, I'm aware," Loki purred, rolling his hips teasingly and eliciting a grunt from Bucky. "You could just lay here, let me have my way with you as. I'd take very good care of you."
"Well, when you put it like that…"
Bucky let his legs slide apart, and that was all the agreement Loki needed as he pressed his mouth against Bucky's and readjusted his body so that his hips were bracketed between the soldier's legs. The head of his cock pressed teasingly against Bucky's hole, and he had half a mind to thrust himself onto it.
"I should warn you," Loki slid slowly into Barnes's ass, stopping when only the tip was inside. The former assassin growled in frustration, but a warning hand on his throat stopped him from taking the rest of the god into himself yet. "That I'm called a Frost Giant for a reason."
With that, Loki pushed the rest of the way inside, the fiery pain as his walls stretched giving way to equally as burning pleasure. Bucky shouted and let his head lull to the side as Loki pounded mercilessly into him, his whole body inching upwards with each powerful stroke.
There was a moment before Bucky closed his eyes and gave himself entirely into the pleasure where he caught sight of his reflection in the black screen of the now off television, saw that his usually long brown hair was now short and blonde and that his face was broader, familiar but not his own.
Huh. He thought, staring back at the reflection of Thor in the black mirror, before squeezing his eyes shut and losing himself in the feeling of Loki filling him completely.