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Better than Blankets

by AnitaB

Chapter four: Holding on, holding back.

His Bucky wanted him. His Bucky wanted to hold him, love him. And Steve didn't want anything in the entirety of the world more than to give his Bucky anything he ever wanted, ever needed. There was nothing he would ever want more for himself than to be as close to his Bucky as biology and physics allowed.

But Steve had to hold back a little, just enough to keep his Bucky safe. He would never hurt the man in his arms, the man currently driving his brain from his head with one hand and a series of perfect kisses. Steve would cut his own heart out before causing his Bucky a moment of pain. But there were moments when this man's touch tried to shut down his self-control and put Steve completely beyond himself. "Hmm, Bucky, fuck, please." Steve reached out desperately and dragged that torturous hand off his erection. Losing himself in a deep and breathless kiss, he pinned both of Bucky's hands above his head and rocked his hips against the body under his. "I need you, Bucky, need to feel you. But I'm gonna blow if you keep touching me." He kissed a beautiful groan off those sweet lips before pulling back by an inch. "So keep these dangerous fingers right here and I'll give you what you really want."

The look on Bucky's face pushed Steve just a little closer to that edge of self-control: need, love, and enough warmth to ignite an entire city. "My Stevie, fuck yes. Give it to me or I'm taking it." Steve breathlessly watched the man beneath him wrap fingers around his metal wrist and metal fingers around the headboard. And that was before every single inch of that gorgeous body shifted, arched, and adjusted to invite him higher and closer between strong thighs. Exactly where he always wanted to be. "Get the hell in here, Steve. Now."

/Soon, but not just yet.\\ He resisted the lure of those hips against his, those thighs pulling him closer for a moment. Just long enough to reslick three fingers and slide them home, because he needed to know that Bucky was ready for more before that man drove him too far to hold back. "Yes, Bucky. You're ready for me, aren't you?" Pulling back those fingers, Steve rubbed them over himself for just a little extra lubrication. "You want me, don't you, Bucky?"

The sound on Bucky's lips was better than any worded answer could ever be. It was helpless need and desperate want and it came with those legs trying to guide him home and one arm wrapping tight around his shoulders. Steve smiled against those lips and lined himself up for the first plunge. But he wasn't getting inside his amazing guy without something a little more. He needed Bucky's eyes, his hands. He needed...

Steve pried metal fingers from the headboard and twined them with his own. The sudden grip brought Bucky's eyes back to his, worry painted on his favorite face. Like Bucky would ever hurt him, cybernetic grip or not. "Steve?" The hand in his tried to let go, tried to pull away... but only once when Steve tightened the grip and leaned down for a kiss.

"I've got you, Bucky. All of you, right where I want you." Bucky relaxed under him with one more long, sweet kiss. Metal fingers slowly closed against his, tightening just a little as Steve finally pressed just the tip of his length past the gate of Bucky's body to a mutual low moan and desperate kiss. "You feel... like heaven... my sweet Bucky." He slowly, carefully pressed every inch of himself deeper, judging his pace by the strength of the grip of Bucky's metal fingers. He was buried full length when Bucky's eyes closed and his neck arched.

Strong legs tightened at his hips as ten strong fingers clenched against his skin. Fuck, Steve loved that look on Bucky's face, loved the pleasure filling every inch of his soldier's body. And then Bucky made it just that little bit better by cupping one hand against his cheek and pulling him down for the softest, sweetest kiss he'd ever gotten. "Stevie, my Stevie, start moving... now... or I'm pinning you to this bed and taking you, hard."

It was probably against some etiquette rule to laugh in the middle of sex, but this was his Bucky. What they had was so much more important than any rule. "Sir, yes, sir. Hold on tight for me." Steve managed to hold out just long enough to feel every inch of Bucky holding him just a little closer, just a little tighter. Then he relaxed his control just enough for one long, slow careful thrust. /Oh, sweet fuck, my Bucky. So perfect...\\ This felt... "Sweet Hell, Bucky, you feel..."

The second thrust wasn't quite as careful, but it was the arch and thrust of Bucky's body that changed the pace. The sound on those sweet lips and the tightening of those hands on his skin dragged Steve's control away bit by bit, making each thrust a little harder, a little deeper, a little more desperate. "So damn good, Stevie. Need you, need this, need more..." Bucky made a simply gorgeous sound at the deepest point of the next thrust before locking hot eyes on Steve's face. "Don't hold back from me, not anything." The cybernetic hand tightened around his, more strength than Bucky usually let himself use. "All of you, my perfect Stevie. All of you and all of me."

/Yes, finally.\\ Steve fucking adored the moments when his Bucky was truly comfortable with himself. He loved the moments when Bucky trusted himself as much as Steve always trusted him. He loved that those moments came more and more often the longer the man he loved was in his arms. /Healing together.\\ "Just us, Bucky. We're all we need." And now he was going to give his precious Bucky every little bit of himself. "I love you, Bucky. I love all of you."

Now there was no holding back. There was no caution left, no need for it. Because every inch of his body loved Bucky as much as he did, he wouldn't hurt him. And Bucky wouldn't hurt him. They could let go together. Together they were the only ones who could. "Stevie, I love you." The first real thrust of their bodies made speech impossible. The second and third ones stole their breath. Beyond that, Steve was lost in heaven, in the feel of Bucky's body against and around every hungry inch of his, in the warmth of deep and desperate kisses.

And his Bucky was lost in this heaven with him, gloriously and delightfully. It was all he would ever need.

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