A/N: Okay so this is just pure pre-serum porn. So if you don't like man love, leave now. Warnings, yada yada yada. You might like to listen to Love Like War by All Time Low
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters.
"It was a lot like war, loving Steve like this. The chill of his soft skin and the ice cold determination of his stare made Bucky's blood boil. He had been looking forward to this all day. Couldn't concentrate on his work, so lost in the idea of Steve touching him just like he was now. Those slow curious touches that always teetered on the edge of naive and lustful. Steve, always timid, took Bucky's shaft in his hand, giving it a good pull and Bucky released a drawn out moan, momentarily forgetting to be quite. Steve shoots him a look, a look Bucky is all too used to. It's practically telling him to shut it, that if the neighbors hear, they're both dead, but Bucky just winks and Steve melts, his face heating up in a blush that Bucky thinks is too pretty for any dame or man to possess. He leans up, trying to steal a kiss, but he only manages to land it on the corner of Steves mouth and he chuckles lightly to himself before aligning their lips properly. It's a slow kiss, almost lazy, and part of it tugs at Bucky's heart, makes it hurt in a good way. When he swipes his tongue at Steves lips, Steve parts them, allowing Bucky to tangle their tongues together. Steve likes this part, it's almost like a well-practiced dance between them, and considering Steve can't dance on his feet he figures this is the next best thing. Bucky let's his hands skim over Steves sides, sliding his left to the front and lowering it to Steves lap. He can feel the hitch in Steves breath more than he could see it or hear it and he smiles into their kiss. He continues lowering his hand moving it to Steve's thigh encouraging him to lower more of his weight onto Bucky's lap. Breaking their kiss and slightly panting, Steves follows the silent order and sinks lower, allowing their groins to touch and, well, if he moans as loud as Bucky did, Bucky sure doesn't comment about it. The boys both take their time with each other. Steve moves his hands to Bucky's chest, mapping out the contours of his body, the muscles that tense or flutter when he grazes over them, wonders at the smooth tan skin, the few scars that mar his body don't stop Steve from thinking Bucky is devoid of any imperfections. Bucky, on the other hand, doesn't take this time to touch, he just looks. He marvels at the softness of Steves pale skin. Feels the itch of wanting to touch the dark purple bruises or the scars that Steve harbors from previous fights, but he doesn't, he simply looks, drinking in the sight of Steve and whispers "Beautiful." He doesn't have to clarify what, he knows Steve understands, can see it in the blush that reappears on Steves cheeks. He wants to prep Steve himself, but by the way Steve doesn't let him he knows what kind of night this is gonna be. Steve is gonna make him watch, beg, if he has too and as he watches Steve slowly reach behind himself, he bites his lip, his blood boiling all over again. He doesn't realize he's nearly stopped breathing until the need for oxygen becomes apparent. Looking into Steves heavy lidded eyes he groans, silently pleading for Steve to allow him to take over, but Steve doesn't, Steve's got an iron will and instead Steve demands him to "Beg." It's highly erotic and Bucky thinks it's damn near close to making him cum prematurely, but he holds off, and whispers "Please." So Steve consents, taking Buckys erection in one hand and gliding it to his entrance and Bucky watches, barely breathing. He watches as Steve sinks down onto him and how his chest rises and falls as he takes shuddering breaths. Still Bucky doesn't touch Steve, he doesn't even move, he wants Steve to adjust at his own pace and waits for Steve to give him the go ahead. Steve does so by swiveling his narrow hips and releasing a soft moan. Bucky carefully takes Steves upper half in his arms and rolls them over so he's on top and sets a steady rhythm with his hips. A slow back and forward that Steve grits his teeth over, issuing his second order of the night "Harder." And, Bucky obliges, pulling nearly all the way out before pushing back in roughly. He lets out a string of curses forcing himself to not be too loud. Steve moans at the rougher pace, weakly trying to match Buckys thrusts with his own. Bucky tries angling his hips, searching for the spot that he knows will make Steve see stars and he knows he's found it when Steves blunt nails dig scratches into his shoulder blades. Making sure he keeps up his angle Bucky quickens his hips, feeling closer than he should, but not being able to help it. He takes Steves erection in one hand and strokes it in time with his thrusts and right now he knows he's right when he compares Steves love to war. These quick moments of passion that make his blood boil and his senses heighten, sets his nerves on fire and ignites his bones. It's the fleeting thoughts of fear at being too loud that makes the moment all the more worth it when they both finish and come out alive and well in the end. The two parts of him fighting between what's right and wrong. The wounds that will leave in Steves wake, whether it be the scratches he takes to his back or the love bite Steves leaves on his neck when he cums. Bucky knows he's right, and when he finishes deep inside of Steve, and pulls out collapsing next to the man he loves, he smiles. Pulling the still panting Steve into his arms he places a gentle kiss into Steves sweaty hair and whispers "I love you, Punk." It takes a moment for Steve to respond, but when he whispers back a sleepy "Love you too, Jerk." Bucky knows their cause is worth it.
A/N: So that was my porn. Sorry if there were any mistakes, I beta'd myself. Hope you enjoyed and remember reviews are love. ~MLM ^^