It had all been Bucky's fault anyways. Steve had been away on an important undercover mission for one month and 7 days exactly. A ridiculously long time without making contact by their standards (not even phone sex to tip Bucky over) and things got pretty heated the second Steve sat foot on Wakandan soil.
Bucky had always had a disproportionate interest in the uniform but Steve in glorious all black cevlar— Tight black cevlar that outlined his abs and hugged his muscled frame in a way that came close to suggesting infidelity... Hot damn!
Combined with that unkept beard of his which promised a delicious burn between Bucky's thighs for days, and the longish hair that started to cover Steve's ears in an effortless twirl, the image did things to his boyfriend's libido he'd never confess to, not even under torture. The look of utter love and adoration in Steve's beautiful baby blues did the rest.
Bucky practically jumped him right then and there in the middle of a blooming sunflower field, completely shameless, before the engine of the quinjet had even stopped whirring.
Steve always gave back as good as he got and this time was no exception. He attacked his partner's willing mouth with hunger. Bucky clung to him in a way he'd only seen in movies before, getting picked up and swirled around in Steve's arms. He was too happy to scold or resist Steve's warm laughter and let himself be carried with his legs wrapped around his waist.
A familiar calloused hand grabbed Bucky's dick under the Shuka, already hard and wet at the tip, and began pulling him off as they went.
They had barely managed to move things to the hut in time, when Steve slammed Bucky's back against a wall hard enough to make a dent and pressed two fingers against his perineum.
Bucky came with a loud shout, soiling his own clothes from the inside.
Still, Steve didn't stop jerking him off until the oversensitivity became too much.
"Shit... Alright, stop. That's enough, casanova. Let me down," Bucky ordered.
When Steve complied, Bucky didn't take a breather, didn't even bother to undress Steve fully before he went to town. Unzipping his man's fly with his teeth, Bucky sunk to his knees on the hard floor and took Steve's glorious cock down his throat without any hesitation, swallowing around it and cramming it in as for as it would go. Having no gag reflex left whatsoever definitely put him at an advantage here...
"Jesus, fuck!" Steve cried, pulling out slightly, before he slammed himself back into Bucky's warm, welcoming heat. His shivering hand made a fist in Bucky's hair to hold onto and steady himself.
If he didn't know any better Bucky would have been concerned that his partner's legs might give out right where he stood, but Steve was a super-soldier, wasn't he? He could take it.
Bucky just concentrated on humming lowly and bobbing his head in the deliciously sloppy rhythm Steve was dictating.
When Steve was about a few seconds from spilling in his boyfriend's mouth, he pulled off with a wet pop and kept Steve's hips at a distance, panting with the effort.
"No! No! Come on..." Steve whined like he was being tortured.
"I should leave you high and dry for doing that to me again!" Bucky slapped Steve's right thigh half-heartedly but it lost its sternness when he looked up at his partner with dopey eyes, appreciating his flushed face and heaving chest. "I thought I was going blind from all the self-gratification..."
Steve positively growled. "I'm gonna spank you raw if you turn this into another discussion now, Buck!"
Bucky just laughed happily, watching Steve fume. "Oh yeah? Is that a promise?"
Steve glowered.
"Nah, you don't mean that. You just want to come inside me, don't you, Rogers? Relax, I think you've earned it. Don't you?"
Steve shook his head in exasperation and sighed, looking relieved. Then he grabbed Bucky's arm and hauled him up to his feet. "Jesus, Barnes...You're killing me."
Bucky winked lewdly. He led Steve to their rumpled bed which he hadn't had the time to make properly because Steve hadn't bothered to announce his arrival. With a wrinkle of his nose he sat him down on the dirty sheets and removed his Shuka, tugging the loose fabric over his head with Steve's eager help and sat in his boyfriend's lap completely naked.
"The lube's right there, you know."
Steve scrambled to fish it out from under a pillow like he was on a time limit and only slowed down to judge the bottle's fill level against the light. "You've been busy."
"Yeah. Did you think I was kidding? I really wasn't. I nearly rubbed the skin off my dick waiting for you to—"
Steve surged up and sunk his teeth into Bucky's neck without forewarning.
"Oh fuck!" Bucky screamed, holding on tightly and groaning into the sensation.
"Poor baby," Steve laughed with an amused twinkle in his eyes and licked the enflamed spot which shut Bucky right up. "You really did miss me."
He unflicked the cap and drizzled a generous amount of lube onto his cock without further preamble. Some of it landed on the uniform and made the dark cevlar shine like he'd treated it with a polishing cream.
Bucky put his remaining hand to good use by reaching for Steve's length and smearing the clear fluid around the crown and all the way down to the shaft. Then he lined himself up and was just about to sink down when Steve suddenly grabbed his thighs and raised him up, effectively keeping him from his target.
"What?" Bucky frowned in irritation.
"Wait," Steve said, panting hard with the effort. He visibly struggled with denying himself the pleasure to sink into the exquisite heat of Bucky's body just yet, "please. Just wait a sec. You're not prepped yet. I don't wanna hurt you."
Even with a hard-on as solid as a rock and mere seconds away from coming untouched he still wanted to do the right thing. Classic Rogers... Bucky kissed him happily.
"That's very chivalrous of you but I'm prepped enough, alright? I thought about you this morning... Did a little more than think to be honest."
Steve gave him a hungry kiss and growled. "Oh fuck... That's so hot."
His right hand, which was still a little wet with semen from Bucky's orgasm earlier came up and rubbed over the excess lube in his lap. Then he reached around and smeared some of the wetness on Bucky's hole, testing the give of it with his thumb only to slide it right in and out again, licking the finger he'd used to breach his lover afterward.
"Mmm... Strawberry," Steve said with a smirk.
"Filthy," Bucky commented. "I like it. Come on. Give it to me."
He smirked and positioned himself just right, muscles straining, before he sank down on Steve's lube-wet length.
The stretch and drag were perfect, barely the hint of an exquisite burn, and Bucky cried out softly. Moments like this could last an eternity and he would never get enough of this feeling of bring claimed, of giving his body to Steve freely, out of his own volition just for the heck of it.
When he was finally seated in Steve's lap, skin on skin, they moaned obscenely loud in unison.
"Jesus..." Steve said again. "Don't move. I swear, I'm gonna come if you move..."
Bucky stilled his hips completely for a moment and licked into Steve mouth, just trading air back and forth and tasting him in the way he'd missed the most.
When Steve had calmed down enough to keep going and Bucky was satisfied with the little adjustment period himself, he kissed Steve one last time and raised his hips away from Steve's pelvis slowly until his dick was almost slipping out, reveling in the broken sounds his boyfriend made. Then he waited, enjoying Steve's drawn out moans and the blissed out expression on his face, brows furrowed in concentration.
"Come on. Use me. Make yourself come. Show me how much you want it..." Bucky whispered.
Steve put his hands around Bucky's hips in an iron grip and slammed him down on his cock, throwing his own head back in ecstasy. "OHHH... Fuck!!!"
He snapped his hips sharply and Bucky groaned when he felt his boyfriend thrust inside of him twice more, as deep as he could get, before he started to twitch and spill inside of him.
Steve had barely needing any further encouragement to tip him over. He really must have been close...
Bucky kept on grinding his lower body in small circles, moving his hips back and forth to draw out Steve's orgasm as much as he could. His partner groaned like a dying man and lasted a solid sixty seconds before he let himself fall backwards, his head landing on a soft pillow. He was breathing hard, the way he usually would after a fight.
Bucky looked down and marveled at the outline of Steve's fingers which had left dark bruising imprints on his hips. They would fade by morning but Bucky would damn well cherish them until then.
"Bloody hell... I'm not sure how I feel about you going undercover again but that sure was some great reunion sex. I'm gonna be feeling that tomorrow."
Steve huffed and pulled Bucky down on the blankets with him, maneuvering his face to lie against his chest. The uniform he hadn't even taken off yet chaffed a little. "You're an asshole."
Bucky laughed full of joy. He took Steve's hand which was still a little sticky with lube in his and pulled it down his backside. "You know, this asshole's not exactly opposed to a round two, so how about we get you out of that patriotic attire and—"
There was some unexpected giggling, followed by hushing from outside of the hut and Bucky froze.
"What—" Steve raised his head looking startled and confused. He'd heard it, too.
"Shit... Damn it." Bucky murmured and pulled the blanket up to his chest hastily, covering them both. He pinched the bridge of his nose and looked at Steve apologetically.
"Oh man... I forget the kids were coming over."
"Are you serious right now?"
Bucky raised his hand in defeat and shrugged.
"Look, I'm just gonna go check on them real quick and maybe give them a stern talking to about the meaning of the word 'privacy'..."
Steve sighed deeply, rolled his eyes and buried his face in a pillow like he was gonna suffocate himself with it. "You do that," he mumbled against the fabric. "Just... Do what you gotta with your damned kids and then you come back here."
"I will. I promise. Just for the record: This sucks for me, too," Bucky grumbled miserably. "Shit. I can't exactly scold them with a raging hard-on..."
Steve pushed the pillow to the side and grinned at him widely, one eyebrow raised. "Oh yeah? Well, if you'd hurry it along, I could make it 'suck' for you in a whole different way..."
Bucky snorted.
"Real mature, Rogers. Are you kidding? We're supposed to be the adults around here."
"What? Humor happens to be on of my best qualities."
"Is it though?"
"Excuse me? I just rocked your world and you know it..."
—
"So yeah, Steve and I, we do what we do because we enjoy it," Bucky lead on. "Because we chose to. It's like... When someone tickles you and a friend or a parent does it it's fun, right? But when it's someone else, someone you don't trust like... Let's say some stranger you've never seen before who wants to get familiar — Not so much."
The children were still listening intently, nodding along to Bucky's story as they always did. Not all of them had been present that day when Bucky soldiered through an awkward lecture about the wonders of the male anatomy with a burning face but they came close.
"With your loved ones, you can always tell them to stop when it gets too much or if you don't want them to tickle you anymore at all for whatever reason. They will stop when they notice that you're uncomfortable. Right? They pay attention to the signs because it's your body and you get to decide for it and protect it."
Bucky sighed. "Does that make sense?"
The kids mumbled their assent eagerly, hanging onto his every word.
"So... Rape is when you don't want someone to touch you in a certain way, the way Steve and I touch each other but they do it anyways, right? Doesn't make a difference that I'm a man. If I say 'no' and someone does that to me against my will, someone who's not my partner maybe, that's rape. Because they're taking that choice away from me. Do you understand? The bad men... I didn't chose to be hurt by them and I didn't want them to touch me like that but they did it anyway. They just didn't care."
"But... Doesn't Steve hurt you, too, when you guys... Do that?" N'dalu, N'boku's smaller twin brother, asked curiously. He was among the few who hadn't been there for their little sex ed lesson if Bucky remembered correctly.
"No, he doesn't," Bucky said with conviction, feeling himself choke up with that same bittersweet mix of love and grief in his heart that crept up on him every time he let himself think about how far they'd come and what it had taken for him to get there.
"He'd never. It's different. When Steve touches me, when he's— You know..." Some of the children snickered as Bucky struggled for the right word like an eighths grader, feeling himself blush as he went on. "...Inside my body like that, he wants it to feel good for me, too. Even when I get bruises from it sometimes which can happen, like I said before, because we're both very strong, he does everything with a lot of preparation and my explicit consent. Do you know what that means? Consent?"
Tamia, Arih, and the twins nodded but some of the younger kids looked confused, so Bucky explained it anyway.
"That means, he makes sure that I want it, too, and he can only know that if he asks me and I say so, or because I show him in other ways."
"What other ways?"
Bucky smiled sheepishly. "Well, sometimes I initiate things or I ask him to— to make love to me but Steve has known me for a long time and... When you know someone like that you learn to read their body language enough to know what they're saying without words. Then it's ok to make a judgement call, but you see... Steve has to be absolutely sure that I'm not just going along with whatever he's doing because I'm scared or uncomfortable. It's his responsibility to pay attention to my feelings."
"Like when you're crying?" Amwoni asked quietly.
Bucky swallowed hard and tried not to think about the fact that they had all been there to watch him get fucked in the worst possible way. Violently, against his will by a bunch of Hydra goons, screaming, and bleeding, and crying on that table. It wouldn't help to pretend that they weren't talking about the same thing here. A gang rape. That's what it was. God, how Bucky hated that word...
"Yes... Exactly like that. The Hydra soldiers— What they did to me wasn't making love. It was painful and degrading. By doing that to me in front of you, using my body like that, you know... forcing things inside... They wanted to— well, they wanted to make me feel helpless, to hurt me, to punish me for my past mistakes, I guess. I'm sorry you had to be there for it. I just—"
He realized that it was an endless circle and sighed. Someone, somewhere, at some point in time had told Ward and the others exactly what he was preaching now only for them to learn the opposite later. That it was ok to hurt people, to use their bodies and enjoy their pain. They hadn't been born this way, not as monsters but as harmless children, innocents, like those before him. Misinformation and cruelty had made them what they were now and Bucky had no way to stop it from happening again. All he could do was try and be here for these kids, to answer their questions no matter how invasive so they wouldn't grow up to become a passive victim like him - or one of the bad guys.
I hope I didn't fuck this up for all of you, he thought and cleared his throat.
"I mean... What you saw, that's not how it's supposed to go. Sex is not something you take from another person. From your partner. No matter their gender. Steve is always real gentle with me and he'd never... make me bleed or anything. It's not supposed to be like that."
Bucky tried to keep the bitterness out of his voice. "He doesn't keep going when I ask him to stop like the soldiers did. I can change my mind at any time, no matter how good it feels for him - and he respects that. That's what a good partner does. Doesn't matter if it's a man or a woman. Physical intimacy is supposed to be a good thing, to be enjoyed together, not... Forced on you. Everything else is just wrong and you should tell someone about it so they can help you."
"Did you tell someone?" Amwoni asked timidly. "What they did?"
Bucky felt like a hypocrite. He cleared his throat. "Yeah, I did. Steve knows, the king knows. Some of your families... It's ok if you want to discuss it with them, you hear? I might not be happy about it but keeping all of that bottled in isn't gonna do you much good. I just—"
"So his brother is wrong then?" N'boku interrupted Bucky with his conclusion, pointing at Amwoni to his right. "Men can get raped, too?"
"I'm afraid so. Rape has no gender. It happened to me. It can happen to anyone. When someone gets overpowered, or pressured, or threatened so they don't fight back against their attackers, then it doesn't matter if that person is a man. Not at all."
The words reminded him of something he read in a book once. "...Consent is like an animal. Never free in a cage. While the body can perform a conditioned response motivated by a carot and a stick..."
Bucky shook his head at nothing.
"I'm sorry, guys. I don't want you to fight over this anymore, ok? It's not Amwoni's fault that his brother is so... Ill informed on the topic. I'll talk to him. Lets just leave it at that."