Goth Posh, Geek Chic, Escalating Escapades

by Mortal Anonymous

A moment of inspiration at Julian's leads to some playful dress-up, which fast ends up snowballing into a far more intimate game of sexual exploration.

In a room bathed heavily in monochromatic shades of deep purple, at a vanity with lightbulbs lining the mirror, though they were not on at the moment, sat Julian, a tall, thin, pale teenaged boy dressed in a tailcoat suit to match his walls. His usual top hat with a skull adorning the band rested on a mannequin head in front of him. Behind him as he smiled demurely with eyes closed, stood his boyfriend, Bucky, brushing his silky black bob of hair. The much shorter blonde boy smiled casually as well, enjoying how Julian enjoyed being groomed. In his head, he likened the other boy to any of the dozen cats in this household being brushed.

Sensing the job nearing completion, Julian opened his eyes and looked to the reflection of the boy in the blue band uniform, sans hat, behind him. "Mm, immaculate as always, dearest~," he praised, "Oh, you simply must let me return the favor."

The blonde gave a fond sort of tut. "Still in a hair mood, huh? Well, good luck. You know there hasn't been a barber yet that can tame these locks." A joking pat to his own hair, which was indeed a flyaway mess. No tuft seemed to want to point in the same direction.

Standing and moving to push Bucky to take his place on the stool, Julian insisted, "Yes, but that's what makes your hair so fun to play with~..! It has so much wild potential~." It was so different from Julian's. It wasn't heavy, and was much more open to suggestion, even if the multiple cowlicks still had a mind of their own here and there. And in Julian's opinion, the messy look worked quite well for his boyfriend anyway.

As Bucky just made another amused sound, glad the other was having fun, and never against letting the tall goth casually fiddle with his hair, Julian twirled one of the longer locks around his finger and sighed adoringly. Touching each others' hair just felt intimate. It was one of his favorite little gestures of couplehood. Luckily, Bucky seemed to agree. He felt the shorter boy lean fondly into his touch.

"I'm serious," Julian assured as he started brushing, musing about for ideas on what he wanted to try today, "Why, with your untamed style, you could pull off quite the alluring bad boy look, I'm sure."

Bucky snorted hard there. Him?! The biggest band geek in the known universe, who wore his uniform everywhere like it was regular clothing? The dorkiest ray of sunshine to walk Norrisville High's halls?

Julian, meanwhile, was letting his imagination wander, "Oh yes...of course you're the sweetest, and I adore you for it, but oh, just think if you threw a little darkness into your look. A touch of mystique...why, you could even have the same devious flair as..." His eyes had landed on one of the many posters adorning his walls, this one being of a very sexy, famous - and shirtless - magician. Julian's idol.

With a sharp elongated gasp, Julian felt himself starstruck with inspiration and quickly whirled a stunned Bucky around to press his face close in insistence.

"Stygian Knightfire! Your hair is perfect for it! Burkhart! You must let me see you in such a style!"

Bucky's wide eyes flicked between the poster and Julian's suddenly sparkling face. He blinked. "Really? I guess we're both...blonde..." That was about where the similarities stopped in his opinion.

"Precisely!" Julian said gleefully, "How did I not fantasize the ensemble sooner?" He let one hand come to his chin, the other folding in tight as he let his eyes slip closed thinking about Bucky in tight leather pants, adorned in skull accessories. And it was so possible. He felt his face warm slightly.

Bucky felt his own face warm in bashful uncertainty. He hunched shyly as he watched Julian's light smile spreading, knowing he was imagining more than just a change of hairstyle. It was no surprise Julian would be into him wearing a more darkly-themed outfit, not to mention one so...brash. But thinking of himself in something like that? He didn't see what Julian saw in the idea. Bucky wasn't sexy. He might be able to pull off cute in an incredibly dorky way, but sexy? He doubted anyone would seriously use that word to describe him. Ever.

Well, it was just a hairdo, right? Who else but Julian would even see it? If it made Julian happy, Bucky wouldn't mind letting him at least try and replicate the look. He just hoped the taller boy wasn't disappointed when it didn't turn out like he'd hoped.

"Uh, well, if you really want to, you can go ahead and make me look like him. Or try, anyway."

Julian's eyes opened, a bit surprised at the easy agreement, but delighted. He beamed. "Really?" A gasp as he clasped his hands. "Do you mean I can do your makeup as well?" That's what he got from 'make me look like him'.

Bucky glanced away meekly, not having expected that, but he supposed his words did sound like he was implying an entire look. He wasn't against makeup. How could he be when Julian wore so much of it? But it was just another thing he didn't think he could pull off seriously. Still, he didn't want to disappoint Julian if he'd thought he was being offered an opportunity.

"Sure," he perked back up, "Why not? It'll be fun." He was positive they'd both get a kick out of it in the end.

A giddy squee left Julian's grinning lips. In an instant, he'd swirled Bucky back around, given him an excited hug that pressed their cheeks together, and eagerly begun working, spray bottle in one hand and brush in the other. His tongue poked out sideways as he concentrated, and his work was impressively fast, like he had his vision in mind and was just set on it.

Indeed, within minutes, Bucky's hair had been forcibly tamed and fluffed into a swept-back mane, his lengthy off-center bangs now in a styled swoop over his left eye. It was held back with a simple black loop style headband. One or two odd cowlicks still poked up in the back and near the part, but in Julian's opinion, they added character.

Bucky blinked at what had been accomplished, hardly getting to appreciate it in the mirror and think that it didn't actually look as horrible as he'd imagined before Julian was in front of him, holding a small powderpuff and instructing him to close his eyes and raise his eyebrows firmly.

Caught in the whirlwind of his boyfriend's enthusiasm, Bucky simply passed him an endeared smile and did as he was told.

Only another couple of minutes passed before Julian was declaring this portion complete as well. Bucky was now sporting yellow eyeshadow and his eyes were lined with black, bead-shaped edges rounding out his lashes at the corners.

A row of fingertips graced Julian's lips as he admired his work, adoration clear in his expression and a small fidget indicating he certainly liked where this was going.

Bucky again blinked at himself in the mirror. It must have been a testament to Julian's talents, but the teen staring back at him wasn't...hideous. It didn't really feel like him, but it didn't actually look bad.

He was about to voice a job well done to the taller boy when Julian grabbed his upper arm with both hands and tugged him to stand. "Outfit time!"

Now the blonde's eyes widened in mortification. "Er, pardon?"

"You said I could make you look like Stygian Knightfire," Julian reminded, moving to rummage through an old chest and prying open what looked like some old cardboard kit boxes, "And there is no way I can see progress like this and leave it at that..! I've got all of his magic kits, as well. Sure they were meant for children, and the parts don't fit me, but there was still at least one that came with costume accessories and...aha!"

Having located the kit he was after, the black-haired boy pulled out a petite pair of fake leather pants, a thick skull necklace with a miniature cape attached to the back, black fingerless gloves, and some black and red high heeled boots, also with skulls on their cuffs. Tossing a fake well-toned muscle shirt away, he pushed the rest at Bucky. A large plastic belt buckle made to look metallic was held back so he could pick Stygian Knightfire's logo sticker off and sketch in his own calligraphy B in eyeliner.

Standing awkwardly with an armload of mostly what could barely qualify as clothing, watching Julian modify that belt for him, Bucky felt his cheeks heat harder. He hadn't even known the goth had had such clothing readily available.

"Aw, come on, Julian," he chuckled, "You don't actually want to see me in this getup..."

Looking up curiously, Julian put his wrists on his hips. "Are you kidding? Why ever wouldn't I? I told you, you would look amazing..! You already look amazing with that hair..." Softly, a hand came forward and loosely, tentatively raked its fingers through Bucky's bangs. A tiny note of restrained desire exited Julian's nose.

A different heat dashed its way onto Bucky's face at that, and a stir came to his gut. He knew Julian wasn't making any slight against his regular style. He just...was into a look. An attainable look. Who didn't like to envision their partner dressing up from time to time? And Julian seemed quite into this vision now that he'd begun realizing it.

Well, into Julian being into something if nothing else, Bucky was motivated to turn himself away and lay the things he'd been handed on the bed, hands moving to undo his band jacket. "If you say so..." He was still nervous, but Julian's enthusiasm was oddly comforting. It was only for Julian anyway. He wouldn't judge him. They were the only two who never judged the two of them.

Smiling gratefully at his boyfriend's willingness to entertain his fancy, Julian gave the other his modesty and turned his back as well. He occupied himself with tidying his vanity and thoughts of anticipation.

The items fit shockingly well. Bucky was a petite young man, so pants made for a twelve-year-old actually fit just about right. They rode low on his hips, but in actuality, that only made them more like the real Stygian Knightfire's. They hugged so snugly, too. Bucky felt awkward being so aware of every contour as he moved. The flashy buckle holding them up felt like a beacon. So gaudy. The cape was barely enough cloth to qualify and the big skull around his neck only drew attention to the fact that he was shirtless.

Hunched with his arms crossed, he felt so much more self-conscious now that this stuff was actually on. It went so far against his nature..! There was no way Julian could find something this overtly suggestive appealing on him.

Clearing his throat to let the taller boy know he could look, he just had to ask, face painted in uncertainty, "Are you sure about this..?"

Turning with a hairbrush in hand, Julian gasped, eyes pinching and shimmering in an instant. Two fingers darted daintily to press his lips in impulse. "Sure? Good goth, you wear it even better than he does..!" His cheeks glowed lightly as his gaze swept the smaller boy's timid frame.

Bucky's brow went up. That compliment was entirely sincere. Better? He supposed Julian really did want to see him in this. He hadn't even hesitated.

"You really like this look, huh?" he noted, "On me..? Well...I'll try it..." If Julian liked this, the least he could do was try and make it worth his fantasy.

"Of course on you," Julian scoffed, "You're the one I wanted to see it on..!" Moving his brush to sweep a few little touch-ups through Bucky's bangs that had gotten out of place while he changed, the goth boy consoled, "Don't be nervous, dearest. You don't even have to try and look good to me. You're always hot, so strike a pose~!" His face never lost its loving glow as he spoke, and he finished with a slightly animated gesture of encouragement.

Seeing a cheesy wink tossed his way, Bucky had to smile. His spine straightened. Yeah. It was like he'd thought. This was Julian, and Julian wouldn't judge him. Julian loved him. That sentiment was something Bucky felt swell in his chest and turn into an emboldened impulse. Still a bit hesitant, he grinned it off and placed one arm behind his head, the other going to light its tented fingers on the thigh of the leg he stepped outward in an attempt to replicate an attractive pose. "Like this..?"

The spark shooting through Julian's chest was stronger than he could have anticipated. Bucky's adorable sheepish smile. The conflicting come-hither intention of his pose. His soft, petite frame. Wrapped up in such enticing garments. Without thinking, he put the brush back on the vanity and simply ogled, giving a charmed titter.

"How about this?" Bucky turned half a step in a wide stance, putting both hands behind his head now and looking over his shoulder coyly, but also in a self-conscious check for a reaction.

"Mmm..." Julian hummed in approval, one index finger sliding up against his lips this time in that dainty tell-tale tic of his. One ankle twisted lightly and dug his toe into the ground. He felt a flurry in his belly as he couldn't help but admire his boyfriend's rear, so snug in those merchandised pants.

Kind of starting to get into the flow of it, seeing there was in fact no backlash to him acting this way in such an outfit, Bucky also felt a brief rush of the thought that maybe he was attractive. Putting his hands on his hips, he tipped one Julian's way and shot him a wink and short kissy noise.

Feeling a certain tension bottle up inside, hardly believing how appealing it was to witness his precious boyfriend flirt in such an outfit, Julian stepped closer. Even if there was a shade of reservation under it, it only added to Bucky's charm. He wasn't Stygian Knightfire. He was Bucky Hensletter. Adorable first-timer in attempting such poses and ridiculously arousing in those trousers.

It was easy to see Julian's intrigue on his face. His lips were wobbling into a wider smile by the second as he watched Bucky cycle through a few poses, some better than others. The black-haired boy's attention was locked on him, his hands were fidgeting unsure what to do, and as he stood there looking like a magnet wanting desperately to snap towards its polar opposite, Bucky couldn't help another surge of inspiration.

He was the one who stepped to meet the other, pressing his back against Julian's front at a sassy angle. With a wink and a pucker up at the pale goth, he snapped an attempt at a cool trigger finger his way. A flutter of nerves rippled through his body accompanying the action, but they were exciting in a way?

Julian could barely contain himself as he was brushed up against. His grin stretched and his lower eyelids pinched eagerly. His hands raised and hovered, desperately wanting to touch Bucky but not wanting to startle him. He felt frozen in a dreamlike spike of the bliss of a fantasy come to life. His face felt on fire.

Then he felt one soft nudge of Bucky's smoothly-clothed hindquarters against his thigh, and it was too much. Bucky was definitely owning this role, no matter what he thought, and Julian could not contain his enthusiasm for it. A lengthy note like a tea kettle slipped from between his teeth.

All at once, he rushed forward to throw his arms around the shorter boy, ensnaring him in a tight embrace and crushing his lips over his with a hungry growl.

It did startle Bucky, the suddenness, and his limbs swirled clumsily to stabilize, but he soon realized that Julian had him firmly in his grasp and was in fact kissing him with lustful force, dipping him deeply in craving. In as short an instant, a blaze broke out on Bucky's face and his eyes fluttered automatically shut. There was no question. Julian was really into this black leather and skulls look. And likewise, Bucky was into this kiss. Julian was definitely the more likely of the two of them to experience an outburst of emotion, and his feelings were ringing quite clear here, washing over Bucky and washing away any concerns of attractiveness in favor of just wanting to kiss now.

It was even more stunning when Julian swiveled the pair of them and threw them onto his bed, pinning the blonde hard under his taller, lithe frame and burying him into that mattress with another greedy hum.

A moment here, grinding desperately, before Julian seized the boy under him and rolled them over, letting their lips part and gasping air at the party now over him. "Apologies, dearest," he huffed, "But it seems you are truly irresistible to me. I need more of you, Burkhart. Come, let us fornicate!"

"It's fine; I'm just glad you..." Already intimidated finding himself straddling his boyfriend, Bucky's head went back with another rush of bashfulness as he absorbed the request. That rush was accompanied by a hot pit in his stomach. "Woah..! You want to..." His eyes flicked about in guilt. "Fornicate..? Just like that? And you want me on...you...like this?" Judging by the position...but also this wasn't something the two of them tended to do on a whim. They were both usually rather timid about proposing to cross that line. But at the same time, Julian being worked up enough to say something so forward was appealing. It made Bucky feel very appealing.

"But aren't you worried I'll mess up your hair? I just finished it." For some reason, this was what he ended up saying, though. He was nervous!

Julian blinked, then laughed. The other boy was worried about his hair? What a thing for a man in skulls to say! Bucky's shoulders hunched slightly as he felt silly, but had to look into Julian's eyes when he felt a hand caress his cheek. "Oh, Burkhart, you are so preciously adorable," the goth gushed, and then he moved to draw Bucky close, his spare hand reaching to the smaller party's tightly-clothed rear and pulling his hips into his. With a less pure shimmer in his eyes, Julian informed, "I appreciate the concern - and your hard work - but go ahead...I want you to ruin it~." A devious sneer slipped onto his face a mere inch from Bucky's. "I could try and convince you all day how hot you are in those pants, and would hardly mind doing so, but I think hands-on is a much better approach here~...if you have any doubt, just look at yourself."

Bucky felt a twitch in his pants as Julian's words nestled inside him. He blushed feeling Julian's member, which was certainly taking an interest, against his. The pale boy was hardly unattractive himself in this moment, so sure of what he wanted and obviously needy, yet with that clear wholesome edge of wanting to console his boyfriend he was genuine. Bucky did look at himself on all fours over Julian, sweeping over the getup he was sporting. It was a pretty sexy outfit...he looked up and over to Julian's vanity, catching the pair of them in the mirror. Oh jeez...he did look like something in that image, bearing down on the taller boy, his makeup made for cool, bold confidence. It was usually Julian who couldn't take the pent-up tension, but Bucky saw it. He saw what Julian saw in him. He wanted to cater to that whim.

A bolder grin and a deeper blush entering, Bucky met Julian's eyes again and agreed, "Yeah...yeah, I think you're right. I want to, uh, ruin you." A sharp spike of embarrassment came to his cheeks as he poorly attempted to say something so crass, but it mixed with a swirl of confidence as he watched Julian's eyes widen before eagerly pinching as the goth entered a fresh giggle fit. The taller boy clearly appreciated his efforts, no matter how lame. Bucky felt a return twitch against the front of his trousers and found incentive.

Wanting to encourage Julian's giddy blush, Bucky rocked forward and stretched to kiss the taller boy again, sighing pleasantly against those thin, smooth lips. A short vocalization slipped out when he felt Julian nip at him playfully with the fake fangs he always wore. The goth boy wriggled desirously already as he felt the dolled-up band geek flush against him, pelvis pressed firm against his. Julian curled and propped his knees up, opening his undercarriage to a better angle for the smaller torso while they kissed.

Bucky instinctively moved around the other's legs as they shifted, grateful for the slightly shortened distance as Julian curled. Their lips parted during the shift, however, and the blonde decided to try one more flirty line. "Yeah," he affirmed, "I'm going to...do you. I'm gonna do you...hard..! And...dark..!"

His hands moved to begin unfastening the front to Julian's dapper undershirt as a fresh bout of flustered giggles erupted out of the pale boy. He hardly cared that Bucky wasn't a master of word choice. He adored that the blonde was even trying for his sake, and his advances were incredibly charming in their own way. It was Bucky that Julian loved more than anything in this scenario.

The goth's hands stroked up Bucky's forearms as he watched himself being undressed. He felt his heartbeat racing at just the thrill of being exposed. Julian loved the feeling of intimacy. Anything that was shared secretly between selective parties, and nothing was more selective or special than this. The connection bareness brought between partners. He let his hands drift to find Bucky's ribs, pulling him forward with a need to press their skin together now that their chests were both in the open.

"Mmm~," he hummed more strongly as he let his mouth crash into Bucky's again, his back arching to meet the blonde's warm, soft torso. He could feel Bucky stumble slightly, taken out of the action he'd been performing, but going along with it and rolling his body against the other's, also enjoying the swelling heat of raw contact.

Around their kissing and increasingly steamy breaths, Bucky tried to ask, "Don't you want me to finish taking off your..?"

He was cut off by a harder push forward from Julian's lips encompassing his, a tongue felt sliding unashamed into the gap between Bucky's front teeth. A tingle shocked its way through Bucky's palate and he moaned in distraction, letting his eyelids droop. Subconsciously, he registered that Julian was wriggling in a way that attempted to comply with the removal of his clothes. Together, through their kissing and undulating grinds, they managed awkwardly to get the tailcoat and shirt down to about Julian's elbows, but the black-haired boy's insistence on contact made it rather difficult to remove them all the way.

At this point, worked up rather well, neither of them really cared about removing the garments properly. Bucky had to take his head back for a breathing spell and found himself staring at the disheveled goth panting red in the sheets already. No, he didn't need to get his clothes all the way off. He was a hot mess as he was.

Another surge going south, Bucky's uncomfortably snug pants were becoming even more uncomfortable. He let one hand wander its way up Julian's slender side and he bowed his head to kiss the other boy's nipple instead of his lips.

Julian's head craned back and he let out another invigorated hum at the combined sensation of stimulation on his nipple and the dig of Bucky's manhood clearly straining in those cramped black pants of his. They really did leave little to the imagination, Julian would say. Every throb was quite prominent. His own member strained as it engorged with the desire to meet the other shaft outside its own, more modest barrier.

Like reading his mind, Bucky was already sending his other hand down around Julian's waist, worming his way between their bodies and needing to separate their hips just enough to begin opening Julian's pants.

With a sharp intake of breath as he sensed his fly freeing him, Julian arched again, that brief brush with Bucky's hand hardly enough. One hand reflexively grabbed for the back of Bucky's head as the blonde swapped nipples to tease in his tooth gap. "Auhn~," Julian squirmed, half in need, half to help Bucky get his lower garments off, "Take it all~..! All of it at once..! Do with me as you will; I just want to see you in action, my little 'Stygian Hensletter'~..." A small excited giggle there.

Egged on by this desperation, Bucky beamed against the nipple he suckled. He gladly fisted the waistline of Julian's bat-patterned boxers to come down alongside his pants, and had to pull himself away and kneel up from the greedy contact begged of him to see as Julian aided him by kicking his lower garments to the floor.

As the sight of him splayed there in his own sheets was devoured, Julian had the backs of both hands daintily on his face, one to his forehead, one on his coyly-turned cheek while he sent Bucky a knowing look that doubly told him not to stay away too long.

A weighted breath left Bucky's lightly-parted lips at such a come-hither expression. How much Julian longed for him was always enticing. As was the slim, pale stretch of torso now reddened with excitement, barely wrapped in a tangle of loose shirt and jacket, and sprawling down into an openly-displayed pelvis. Bucky swallowed thickly to see the expanse of Julian's skin lead into a mostly-pert member giving a small twitch to realize it was being ogled. Bucky felt his respond in kind, his cheeks burning slightly as he noted Julian's gaze had no doubt caught it. The goth's own eyes had trailed down to train on the tent that massive belt buckle was digging almost painfully into.

However, rather than act meek, Bucky had his own wanton need. He needed out of these pants, he needed Julian back in his arms, and he needed to make use of his position.

Knowing full well Julian was watching the action, for how couldn't he when Bucky was kneeling widely upright right in front of him, the smaller teen clawed for that cheap imitation metal buckle and fought to get it out of the way. There was a brief snag while it caught on the fabric, but Bucky wrestled it free with determination, resulting in his fly bursting open with a gruff force Julian's sigh seemed to think more than made up for any awkward delay.

Fishing himself out of those pants too tight to include his underwear, something else Julian seemed enticed to note, Bucky sighed in relief of the open air, closing his eyes briefly at the pleasant sensation of his manhood being out and in his fingerless-gloved hand. It felt a bit strange to hold himself with a gloved palm, but not negatively. Rather than dwell on that, he turned his eyes to meet Julian's and he smiled slyly. He came forward on one supporting hand to hover over the taller boy.

Beginning to knead himself in his palm, he purred, "You like what you see, then..?"

Twin fangs dug into Julian's lower lip as he shuddered lightly in strained anticipation, eyes flicking between Bucky's and the suggestive way he worked his shaft. He adored the way Bucky's reservations melted away the more worked up he got. His petite frame looked absolutely delicious looming over him and only accented in black and skulls. His eyes were so inviting, lidded heavily and painted boldly in seductive outlines, those fluffed bangs attractively draping over the corner of one in just a dash of mystique.

"Always," the goth breathed in obvious ardor, "Oh, but I really, really do..."

One of his own hands came out and grasped the skull around Bucky's neck, tugging to force him closer. Almost worried the necklace would snap, Bucky complied, and before he knew it Julian was once again kissing him hungrily, fangs wasting no time sinking into his lip this time.

Bucky moaned softly into the more aggressive contact, loving how antsy the other was, but he couldn't let Julian lead completely here. He was supposed to be in control! Decisively, he lowered his pelvis once more, and delighted in the whimper Julian let out against his lips as he felt Bucky's hand clutch their members firmly together. Without delay, the costumed blonde worked his hand on both of them in a vigorous rhythm, unable to keep himself from offering a few vocal huffs to meet the series of whines Julian's voice was quickly turning into.

The goth squirmed more readily under Bucky now, head grinding in lolls against the sheets, kissing when he could but clearly dizzy with lust. His hair was certainly getting ruffled as he failed to hold still. Bucky's thickness against his...so hot, so eagerly hard...just for him, rubbing to stimulate him...their tips both leaking slight drizzles of clear liquid that only heightened the sensation of their blended pleasure.

Julian's body rocked on its own to get even more friction, while consciously he sent his left hand fumbling for his nightstand. He managed to jostle an oversized raven's skull and topple a Victorian candlestick before Bucky intervened with a slight chuckle. "You could just say you're ready for more and ask me to get that for you..."

A tiny guilty titter from the taller teen. "Sorry...I just don't want to give you up, even for a moment..." He was greedy, what could he say?

With an endeared tut, Bucky let his hips rest for a moment and leaned for the nightstand himself, opening the drawer and digging into the false bottom he knew was there, retrieving the vial of lubricant they were both embarrassed they needed to own. Julian actually did store his in a vial. A glass one, with no label, on the off-chance his parents still found it so he could still explain it away somehow.

Only feeling mildly embarrassed to handle it for its intended purpose now, just flustered by how personal it always felt, Bucky popped the cork with a bite and poured a modest amount onto his palm. Julian watched him with heavy eyelids and a dreamy smile, and when Bucky's hand closed around their shafts again, his thickly-lashed lids closed with a giddy hum as he squirmed once more.

"There. That wasn't so hard, huh?" Bucky teased lightly, bearing back over the other, "You said you wanted me to do you, so let me do you. My way, yeah?" His thumb rolled sensually over their neighboring tips.

Julian shivered. Bucky was so attractive when he was confident. Sparks were dancing up his spine. "Yes. Of course," he hastened to comply, "It's just...you're so hot~!"

Bucky tutted there, a bashful wobble running through his gut, but backed up strongly by a swell of self-esteem. Julian was so appealing when he couldn't control himself, and he really knew how to make Bucky feel wanted. If the smaller teen had had any doubts left about what he was wearing, they were long gone.

"Well, don't touch the thermostat just yet," he informed brightly, "'cause I'm gonna keep it hot. Temperature zing~..!"

Readily, Julian snorted before bursting into a highly endeared fit of giggles. He fully trusted the other boy, but also loved how mismatched it was for Bucky to slip in one of his signature lame jokes. That was what confidence looked like on him, though, and it was so sweet.

The pale goth's anticipating giggles morphed into a delighted moan as he felt one of Bucky's fingers slide from their members down to between his rear cheeks. In response, he spread his legs further and readily angled himself for easier access. In a second they were kissing each other again lustfully, meanwhile below Bucky kneaded and gently dipped his slick finger into Julian's entrance. The black-haired party felt a rapturous wave of intimate eagerness flow up his body, the pleasurable tingles from the finger filling him practically too much. He couldn't wait until he got to the part that was too much.

"Oh, Burkhart, dearest~..." Julian gushed against his partner's lips, sending both arms linking around the blonde's neck.

Bucky felt a wobble of arousal in his gut this time. He moaned in response, adoring the love-soaked way Julian said his name most of all in this kind of scene. His finger sank further into Julian's opening, wasting no time in crooking and caressing those walls as it slid back and forth in steady, purposeful thrusts.

As ever, Julian's bodily responses were eager ones. He rocked himself in swelling surges, determined to get more of the digit sinking into himself, wanting to prepare himself faster. He clung to Bucky where he could and moaned passionately as he rode that finger, only getting louder when he finally felt a second one nudging beside the first, pushing harder to gain access, but then moving faster in the loosened hole to help it adjust.

"Aaauuuh~..!" Julian felt his hole struggle to clench around the slippery intruders, but failing to close. He could hardly say he wanted it to succeed. Bucky's fingers felt marvelous stirring around inside him, coaxing him loose with vigorous thrusts meant to feed that anxious hole trying so hard to pull him in.

This was exactly what Julian had hoped for. He wanted Bucky to be dominant. Hard. To really lean into that look like he'd offered and sate the taller boy's fantastical thirst. Under his eyelids, he felt his eyes roll back as Bucky bit his lip now, pulling it with a desirous throaty sound.

This went on until Julian was a trembling ball of pent-up anticipation. His entrance was quite receptive, but still hugged itself on instinct around the fingers stuffing themselves inside it repeatedly, just wanting added friction, longing for something bigger. He didn't want to take away from letting Bucky perform how he wanted, but keeping in mind what he'd said earlier about asking to move on, the goth professed, "Burkhart...Stygian, darling~...if you don't mind, I long for your hips over your hand..." One set of his own fingertips were lighted daintily on his cheekbone in implore.

Bucky tutted, having just been thinking Julian looked on the edge of desperation for the next stage and about to say something himself. He was glad Julian had spoken up, though, for the way he asked was simply precious. It sent a flutter of arousal dancing through his insides.

Taking his fingers from the tunnel they'd been toying with, Bucky reached for the lube vial to give his member a quick re-application of the stuff for insurance. "Of course, Julian. Me too. How could I deny that cute face, after all?" As Julian giggled hungrily, he positioned himself to enter the other boy properly, feeling his own rush of final anticipation. "I'm gonna mess your hair up so much worse..."

Blinking in minor distraction, Julian tried to look up and see his hair. Futile, of course. "Why, is it that bad already..? Ooh-oooo~!" His hands clenched in timid fists by his clavicle as he was distracted by a much more powerful sensation than curiosity. He craned as the petite boy filled him with a forceful thrust of a width most certainly not petite.

Julian gasped and took in the shock of this intruder stretching deeper than fingers for a mere moment of frozen time, before two of his fingers pressed his lips and he opened his eyes in a dark, giddy chuckle. "Rude, naughty goth boy~..."

Bucky's grin was only slightly awkward. Brushing off the instinct to apologize, he replied, "Don't ask for it if you can't handle it. Can you handle it~?" He stirred his hips lightly, loving the way Julian's snug walls hugged him even tighter in their desire. The hand not supporting him came to deliver a fresh pinch to one of Julian's nipples.

Registering the genuine question, but reveling in the smug delivery it was wrapped in, Julian simply shivered, hummed and squirmed at first, but turned his head to offer one heavily lusty look out the corner of his eye. His fingers drifted to pinch the nipple opposite to the one Bucky was toying with.

"Give me all you can deliver, bad boy~."

A devious flurry swirled again in Bucky's gut to be called something so far from his true nature, but he was rather starting to like it. What an idea, him as this brooding, showy posterboy. But, as he let his smile widen and hunched to take his first thrusts, the fact that Julian wanted this was kind of liberating. He was trying something new and could let go a little bit. Subconsciously, as his give inside Julian was established, his hips gathered momentum.

The added force was not missed on Julian's part. He gushed to the canopy of his four-poster, delighted more than anything that Bucky wasn't being timid about giving him a rough start. The black-haired boy let his legs fall even more receptively open. One arm lay haphazardly overhead and clutched the sheets as his other continued to work with Bucky's to stimulate his chest. Pleasure pulsed through all of him from his core as he encouraged the smaller boy to free himself further, hoping his rapturous display accurately conveyed how much more of this he wanted.

It always flustered Bucky how impressively open about feeling good Julian could be. But dang if it didn't do wonders for him. He could feel another rush of blood heading south even now, causing his length to throb inside the other. In turn, he groaned, and with only a half-second's pause of guilty consideration, thrust himself harder into the other boy, pressing his hips firmly as far as he could against his hindquarters. Julian's warbled cry was delectable. It was more than obvious he was asking for more of the same, and Bucky could feel the heat carrying him away. Motivated by Julian's hot fidgeting, he let his thrusts increase, working up to a steady rhythmic slamming. He felt magnetized as he stared down at the happily caterwauling goth, sucked in not only by the euphoric friction of his greedy entrance, but by his movements, his sounds, just how he looked knowing Bucky was the one able to share this moment with him and bring him such pleasure.

Julian eagerly came forward to meet Bucky halfway as the blonde stretched to take yet another kiss he couldn't resist. Their lips clashed as forcefully as their hips this time, clumsily mauling each other in loving desperation.

Bucky's hand wandered, feeling every inch of the slender frame under him that it could, aiming to stimulate any nerve possible and perhaps admittedly feeling a little possessive, wanting to affirm that this beautiful body was his. Every graceful curve was only for him to enjoy. He wanted Julian to know he wanted to keep it that way.

The taller boy whined into their kiss as he felt trapped between the overstimulating assault between his legs and across his skin. It was glorious. He reveled in the way Bucky pawed at him, nipped and shoved inside him. He felt a pit of pleasure tensing up in his belly, building in the most wonderful of ways. He himself reached to grab around Bucky's sides and pull him even closer, further in. He moved his body in time with the other, doing his best to get the most out of each dizzying thrust. His favorite moment was when Bucky laced their fingers together and pushed his hand down into the mattress as he gave him an extra hard kiss.

Noting the way Julian seemed to be trying to angle himself to take Bucky all in with every forward motion, Bucky had an idea. He hated to pull away from the other, but did enough to huff, "Turn over."

Julian didn't like being separated either, but registered the order and was immediately intrigued. A new position? Oh, and one that would ensure he felt every last inch of his boyfriend...instantly he moved to comply, letting out a single wanton note through his nose as Bucky's length left him and giving the thing poking out of Bucky's tight fly, notably reddened with the work it had been doing, a longing look.

In a hurry to fill the fresh emptiness inside him, Julian followed Bucky's guiding hands helping get into a prime position on all fours.

Both boys let out a shared vocal burst as Bucky slipped back into that tunnel all at once. It was much easier going to enter this time, but even the short break had caused both their nerves to awaken all over again when stimulated.

And indeed, Julian felt like Bucky was reaching new depths with this angle, grazing all of his most sensitive and pleasurable parts.

"Go, Burkhart~!" he pleaded, fisting his sheets, "I beg, to your heart's content!"

One arm around the other's waist to steady his aim and pull Julian completely to him, Bucky tutted. "You got it, Julian..or, babe, or...whatever Stygian would say." He had no idea, but didn't really care right now. He was going to plow his boyfriend senseless regardless.

Finding that horny attempt at line delivery both incredibly endearing and arousing, Julian gave a giggly sort of excited moan that ended up as a snort. Neither boy gave pause to the other's awkwardness, however, and the next second Julian was gleefully howling as Bucky resumed his ramming pace, humming a hard, hungry note as he too felt the effects of the new position. His efforts redoubled, his free hand grabbed Julian's thigh to help even more in pulling him flush to his hips, and he focused all he could on giving that tunnel all it could take.

Their voices mixed in euphoric bliss as they carried on tirelessly. Reality was a myth as the only thing filling either boy's head was how good they felt to one another. As they marched towards an ever-building climax together, Julian desperately missed the fuller contact being face-to-face had brought, and pushed himself up on his hands, swinging one arm back to plead a loop around Bucky's neck.

Taking the cue, Bucky felt the same urge and helped the taller boy twist and hook over his shoulder, leaning so they were facing one another once more. It wasn't the easiest to maintain, but as they leaned back together into more of a riding position, one of Bucky's hands dug through Julian's thoroughly-mussed hair and they kissed still more.

It was also easier to pleasure Julian with his hands, Bucky found as the other straddled him. His second hand reached for Julian's untouched shaft and he felt a surge in his insides as the pale boy let out a hard groan.

Julian's free hand not dangling around Bucky's shoulder reached to grab Bucky's wrist, the one by his member, and stroked up that hand lovingly to join it in its task. Bucky moaned in approval, both of them reveling in the intimacy of their swirling hands as they worked together to bring Julian over the edge.

At last, it happened. Julian had to break his contact with Bucky's lips again to scream his bliss to the heavens. He arched gorgeously and burst, his seed shooting a sharp streak upward and landing on his torso. A minor sputter or two followed, and he writhed in absolute ecstasy while his hole clung to its invader.

Just these sounds and the sight of such a powerful finish were enough to send a surge of climactic need through Bucky's nether regions, but to top it all off, as Julian panted his way to a calmer state, he looked at the blonde with glittering adoration and insisted, "By all means, don't you dare leave me until you finish yourself."

That was too much for Bucky to resist. With a whine of his own, and an incredible rush of arousal, he grabbed his boyfriend in a tight embrace and crushed his cheek into his loosely-clothed back, breathing in his scent and driving hard into his hole on pure instinct. Julian's wavering overstimulated vocals now blended with his own desperate whines as all he could think about was cumming and how much he loved the boy in his arms.

It wasn't another minute before Bucky's closed eyelids flew open with an almost startled-sounding cry, his body tensing as his vigorous thrusts finally caused his pleasure to boil over. He felt the extra heat inside the tall goth as his seed leaked into the snug tunnel and around his member. Bucky's arms hugged Julian tighter and he heard a feeble, trembling noise of fondness returned.

Taking his turn panting and trying to recover from a powerful orgasm, Bucky let his gaze drift with some concern to Julian's organ, hoping it hadn't hurt to still have his thrusts after being spent, only to find Julian's hand was still on it, weakly kneading his half-hard member in the afterglow. Bucky's eyes lifted to Julian's face and found a very loving expression looking back. Bucky felt a tinge of bashfulness, but had to return the expression.

"I guess that didn't hurt, then..?"

"Oh, I'm sure I'm going to be very sore, but believe you me, I wasn't ready to be done until you were...and I think I might like it that way." His thumb gave another ginger stroke against his tender tip, enjoying the spent tingle the nerves gave in protest. It suited his sensually greedy nature to push them past their limits.

A small sigh of relief. "I'm glad. I'd still hate to finish anything at your expense." With a content smile, he used his arms linked around his partner to carry him backwards as he fell back to land on Julian's pillows, feeling himself slip from the boy he'd been sheathed in in the process. Now, he simply nuzzled up under Julian's chin and buried his fingers once more into the depths of the goth's black bob cut.

Yet another small titter escaped Julian as he fell back and welcomed the snuggle. He let his own fingers snake through Bucky's styled locks and begin twirling absentminded loops with them. "Worry not, dearest," he purred, "I could never have enough of you."

Bucky gave a flattered giggle and felt a slight blush return to grace his cheeks. Sweet talk was his favorite part of any intimate activity, though. "Likewise," he returned, tipping his head further into his boyfriend's clavicle. "Uh, sorry if I'm not cuddling broody enough for you."

"Pfff." Julian couldn't help finding some genuine amusement in that. "I think we're past that. You've performed wonderfully, Burkhart. I'd say you've earned a bit of angst-free cuddling. You're free to return to form."

"Haha. Does that mean I can put on a shirt..?"

Another amused note, and Julian squeezed the blonde tighter. "In a bit." He hadn't had his fill of snuggles yet either.

The pair spent a good long moment of contentment here, simply basking in one another's company, scents, and running gentle strokes through each other's hair. Then at last the need to tidy up became too great and they both stood to collect clothing and return to Julian's vanity. Julian snorted as he glimpsed the frightful dandelion his hair had become. Bucky saw that Julian fiddling with his hair had already started it on the road to regaining its natural muss, and was happy to help it with a vigorous ruffling. As the both of them saw it, this was simply an excuse to brush Julian's hair all over again anyway.

Once they'd cleaned, dressed, and Julian was once more primly seated with the blonde stationed behind him, Bucky offered a quip alongside the first strokes of the brush's bristles. "Does this mean we're going to get you into a band uniform next?"

Julian perked, not even slightly taking that as a joke. "Oo! Would you like that? I'd do it for you." It was only fair, and he was fast to ensure Bucky didn't think he was being selfish. Something as simple as costumes wasn't a one-way street.

Taken aback, Bucky blinked and then glanced to the side shyly. "Well...maybe...I do like them..." Meekly, his forefinger and thumb fiddled with one of the clasps on his. Julian wearing a representation of everything he loved in his lifestyle...something he never thought he'd see his boyfriend wear...he could say he related to the attraction the goth boy had had to that idea.

A small, knowing chuckle as Julian pressed a finger to his lips. Leaning to grab a cane propped up against the side of the vanity, he informed, "Just say the word. I can think of a few things one can do with a marching baton as the world's cutest band geek's conductor~..." Smoothly scooting his stool back, he delivered a cheeky smack to Bucky's rear with his cane.

In an instant Bucky's face reddened and he sheepishly shied away from Julian's impish, sultry smirk. "Oh man...uh." Once more, Julian being into something was an incredibly persuasive argument. He was getting ideas? Even Bucky hadn't fantasized that far, and he may or may not have mentioned it because this wasn't the first time it had crossed his imagination. "I guess if you don't mind...y-yeah. Yeah, I totally want to see you in one of these." He plucked timidly at the front of his jacket.

Another, slightly eager chuckle this time. "Done," Julian granted, "As soon as you're ready, in one I go!"

"A-hee..." Bucky still couldn't believe how readily Julian was willing to support his dumb fantasy. But he was grateful. Grateful he had a boyfriend who was willing to give just as much as he got. "Sure. I'll just borrow one from school...soon." He was going to have to work up the nerve to actually see this through first. He wasn't sure he could handle back-to-back costume games, even if Julian's willingness may have put him in danger of arousal so quickly after they'd just had a round.

"Again, whenever you're ready." Julian gave a single amiable nod. He wasn't in a rush to cross any intimate barriers before they both saw fit. He just wanted to make a point, and was a bit flirty.

Laying his cane across his lap, he pushed himself back into prime position for grooming and gave a snap of his fingers. "In the meantime, I believe you have some detangling to do before we head to the roller rink."

"Haha. Sure do..!" Bucky agreed. Fond smile spreading, he took his rightful place and happily began brushing once more.

...

Excitedly, a fanged, black-haired boy in thick eyeliner and mascara burst into Bucky's bedroom. He'd just returned from the bathroom where he'd been changing, and spread his arms high as he showed himself off.

"Well? What do you think~?" he asked with bated breath. This was all for the smaller blonde boy, and he hoped it was everything Bucky expected.

Perking at the energetic entrance, Bucky looked up from where he'd been polishing his triangle as he sat on his bed, thinking his boyfriend had been faster in returning than anticipated.

He didn't think he was going to complain, though, especially not as his eyes drifted over the outfit the tall goth displayed with openly spread arms. It was a rich blue band uniform, identical to the one Bucky wore daily. Thick cuffs, a row of ornate fasteners trailing down to a yellow-orange sash around the waist, matching blue pants with yellow stripes up the sides, and of course a marching hat with a prominent yellow feather plume sprouting out of the front.

As Bucky took it in, Julian performed a dainty little spin before posing again with his hands beside his cheek as he blinked enticingly.

"Oh man..." Bucky responded a bit distantly, taken off-guard by Julian's enthusiasm, but also by how much better actually seeing it happen was. It was a silly fantasy. Not very traditional. But it was doing the trick. "You look great, Julian."

A flattered titter escaped the taller boy as he pressed two fingers to his lips. "Oh, I know..! I'm so glad you agree. I feel like I've popped right off of Our Toxic Courtship's 'Melancholy Drumline' album~!" With a giddy grin in place, he fidgeted with one of his cuffs.

Granting a genuinely endeared chuckle, Bucky supposed that could be accurate. "That's one way to look at it," he agreed, setting his instrument of choice aside. It was cute how Julian found enjoyment in connecting himself to a popular alternative band. "It does suit you. You sure you don't want to join Band? I'm sure we could find somewhere for a theremin." A half-joke as he stood to come get a closer look.

"Oh, no, I could never," Julian insisted with lightly curled fingers pressing back into his chest. "You know I'm not a 'band' person." An awkward titter. "But for you, I'll always make an exception~." As the shorter boy approached, Julian let his arms loosely wrap around his neck, one hand linking the other wrist. "How do you want this to go~?"

Bucky's hands had come to play over Julian's buckled chest and slide around his sides as he approached the other, feeling his cheeks tinge as he was ensnared. They saturated further with the line he was asked. He already had an instinct that felt a little strange. "Well, I...um...just. One thing...excuse me for a sec." Unsure how to explain it, he pulled himself even closer to the taller boy, pressing his nose into his chest and taking a slow, deep inhale. His eyes slid shut and he had to smile as the familiar scents of that thick cloth and his boyfriend mixed for the first time. Two of his favorite smells.

Julian blinked, his lips forming a curious O as he was whiffed like a bouquet. He hadn't realized Bucky was keen on scents. "Hee hee...okay..." He wasn't sure how to comment on that. He didn't exactly mind, it was just a little odd to be sniffed like that.

Bashfully, Bucky glanced to the side as he pulled his head back. "Sorry...I just always kind of wondered...what you would smell like...on my...clothes..." He made his own cheeks darken by admitting that. "If you could wear them."

Watching the pink hue spread across Bucky's face, the pale goth found himself tutting in a very amused and endeared fashion. "No need to apologize, Burkhart dearest," he assured, "I simply had no idea you were interested. It seems you have a few hidden sensual depths to explore~."

Bucky looked down in further embarrassment, just feeling like it was weird.

"And you're entirely correct," Julian supposed, "I certainly can't wear your clothing very comfortably." Being so much taller, Julian likely would likely split a seam. "No wonder you'd wonder about such a romantic standard." How often was swapping clothes to enjoy a lingering scent portrayed as an intimate thing for couples to do?

Meekly, Bucky glanced up at the other. "Romantic? It's not weird?"

"Hardly," the other confirmed with a loving look, "Only unexpected. I think you're a sweetheart to savor me so." Seeing Bucky offer a small but flattered smile, he added, "And anyway, this is all yours. Do with it what you will~." He freed one hand to gesture himself. Putting him in this outfit was Bucky's to enjoy as he saw fit.

Linking his hands back around Bucky's head and tugging him gingerly forward, forcing the petite boy to look up at him, he concluded, "Now then, once more, how do you want to enjoy this~?"

Bucky felt butterflies erupting in his belly and flurrying upward to the top of his head. Julian's gaze, so much more confident than he felt. Julian's words, as alluring as his eyes. He wanted this boy to lead his desires. It was another inclination he knew had to be offbeat, but at once he was quite sure where his impulse wanted him to go.

"I want you to...be my field commander," he admitted, "Conduct me. Direct me. F-Fornicate me..."

A flurry swept through Julian's own stomach as he heard that. Quite honestly, he hadn't even been sure Bucky would want to reach anything past a fashion show. He was less often the one to break the ice in going all the way when attraction was high, and both were already rather reserved about crossing those lines. But not only that, Bucky was saying he wanted what sounded to be a surprisingly unconventional game to boot.

With a sharp giggle, caught off-guard, a wobbly grin wavered onto Julian's lips. Yet the thought of the outlandish always did manage to intrigue him. "Oh, naughty...you're certain?" The question was tacked on in a small rush, like making doubly extra sure that it was what Bucky wanted before jumping right in.

Timidly, with a lop-sided beam ever-so-slightly revealing the gap in his teeth, Bucky nodded. His index fingers pressed each other shyly. He couldn't help it. Julian just looked so attractively commanding in uniform.

More stifled giggles burst through Julian's nose as he just had to get over the idea of himself in a position of power. He was the leader of a roleplaying group, but it was hardly anything like this. "In that case, one moment whilst I fetch my cane~." He held one finger up as he scuttled to the door to duck back for the bathroom. He'd had a few passing thoughts about that prop previously, though now that it was confirmed Bucky wanted him to play the part of a band conductor, he was definitely going to need it.

Within the minute, Julian was making his grand re-entrance, arms back overhead with a simplistic cane of his standing in for a marching baton.

Bucky had simply been ruminating on what to expect from the other teen, and almost yiped as his boyfriend returned so sharply, sweeping his right hand down to point at him with his cane. On instinct he stood at attention.

"Alright, troop!" Julian ordered with perhaps a bit much glee. Carrying a prop really made him feel the part and it was rather fun. "We're going to have a great performance today~! Let's give it our all! Chin up! Hips forward!" Striding with brisk steps to meet the blonde, he motioned his 'baton' under his chin, and then behind Bucky to press it against his lower back, making him push his pelvis forward. Then he pivoted to stand in front of the other, his second hand reaching to grab the other end of the cane, effectively locking Bucky in place as their hips met. Julian's eyelids lowered with a sultry purr. "Flies down~..."

Bucky's face was already flushed as his posture was corrected, and his eyes widened as he found Julian's thickly-lined ones boring into his. It felt so intimate, the way he was trapped against the taller boy. "Uh, already?" he stunned, not expecting such forward direction. It caused a sharp tingle of anticipation. Julian always was better at this top stuff. And yet he couldn't help hesitate just out of nerves.

"You doubt my uniform code?!" Julian shot back, sounding dramatically offended.

Bucky 'eep'ed. "No, sir!" he insisted, offering a fast salute. Getting ahold of himself, he hurried to reach for the fronts of both their trousers, undoing the snaps and zippers as succinctly as he could. Gosh, Julian's bark was giving him chills. He never realized he would enjoy someone taking control of him in such a setting. This must have been what Julian had felt the need to have when dressing him like his idol, Stygian Knightfire.

"Good~." Once their pants were undone, Julian pressed his hips forward to stop the messy-haired blonde from retracting his hand. "Ah-ah~," he halted, "Time for a basic rhythm warm-up. Let's get those instruments prepped."

He adored the way Bucky's face both registered and then softened in arousal. Obediently, the petite party reached his hands into each of their waistlines to pull out their lengths, only mildly awoken by this point, and began stroking both of them to life in synchronized time.

A pleased hum from the goth. "Perfect cue, darling~..." That said, leaving Bucky to his task for now, he pulled his cane to bring their torsos together higher up and kissed the other boy with distinct purpose.

The compliment nestled in Bucky's chest and flourished into a warm glow, stoked by the kiss coming to greet him. He found it distracting and slightly awkward to work their members like this, but he kept to the task like a true band geek, determined to play his piece. He kissed back with vim as the taller party bore down possessively, the contact deepening quickly. The rub of Julian's fangs on either side of his tongue sent prickles of pleasure through his mouth, as did the way the black-haired boy toyed with the gap in his incisors. Below, he could feel both of them hardening steadily against his palms.

Craving more contact, Bucky opted for a slight change in the program. Rather than stroke them both separately, now that they were hard enough, he brought their shafts together in one palm, sighing in desire to feel that firm dig against him. He felt Julian give a similar sound against his lips and squirm slightly. It seemed he wasn't going to complain. Bucky's free hand rose to glide appreciatively over the clasps on the front of Julian's jacket, still loving to feel these textures on the boy he loved. Julian didn't argue this action either. His cane only pulled the other more into him.

The heat rose in both of them, swelling between their bodies as they pressed into one another, avidly swirling their mouths together, the pulses of pleasure from Bucky's ministrations marching them towards full arousal.

In fact, once this peak lusty haze was reached, that was Julian's next order. Separating himself from Bucky with glistening, plumped lips, he instructed, "March for me~."

Not fully understanding this at first, having lost himself in the simple bliss of making out with his boyfriend, Bucky echoed, "Huh..?"

"Well, are you a marching band geek or not~? March for me, and play your instrument," Julian repeated, placing a hand on the back of Bucky's and gently guiding him to hold his own member only.

Comprehending now, Bucky flustered. At first he'd thought Julian had meant something to do with his triangle, but instead...he wanted the blonde to play himself...while performing a showy walk. A hot rush shot up Bucky's entire body at that. He was not a bold boy by nature. He didn't generally flaunt himself or brag. And Julian wanted him to...

A meek smile accompanied an aroused whimper as Bucky hunched slightly with his rod in hand, eyeing the cane Julian gestured in command to the open space in the tidy bedroom. It was so embarrassing...but somehow at the same time, enticing. Knowing Julian wanted to eat him with his eyes in such an intimate, quirky way. Knowing how naughty it was.

"O-Okay~." Never one to disobey a direct order from his superior, Bucky forced his posture into a proper marching upright one and headed for his far wall. There, he paused only to swallow thickly before smoothly pivoting and beginning an improvised routine around the concept and the small space.

First, he wanted to make things a little easier. He began with a few knee-high steps in place, getting his pants to fall so he could step out of them. Those were gracefully tossed to the side and he tried not to shrink at the hungry hum he heard from Julian. Like a professional, he didn't look at his audience, but he was sure he noticed the taller boy gingerly thumbing his shaft in his peripherals.

With his legs free to move, Bucky kept Julian's own posture instructions in mind, keeping his hips forward as he began walking. He didn't touch himself at first, opting to give Julian the eyeful he was after first. His cheeks burned as he strode the length of his room, all-too aware of the way his manhood bobbed and swayed while it stuck out in front of him. Through every step, half-step back, quarter turn and wide-stanced stop, it bounced prominently, and Bucky felt quite a shameful rush of arousal to feel an eager twitch resulting from his display. But, truthfully, this is what brought his hand to his shaft.

He let slip another tiny whimper, and in time with his steps, his hand pumped as he began his march back across the room. It was a very strange sensation while walking, much less in a one-man formation, and he had to fight not to clench his eyes shut. Flaunt himself he did, letting Julian see every angle as he pleasured himself, passing back and forth in front of the taller boy, hardly believing how the more he did it, the less it really bothered him and the more he wanted to pose for Julian's benefit. He tossed in a slanted hip here and there, a flirty use of his free arm, a teasing spread of one hind cheek. And after a few passed, he stopped directly in front of Julian, breathing hot and heavily, his organ clearly straining in his hand and leaking a thin drizzle of clear liquid. One knee was kinked inward and Bucky's head was dipped as he sent Julian a shy but lusty smile, his free arm curled up with his knuckles brushing his shoulder.

"Is that...routine enough...Mr. Director..?" he asked hopefully.

Julian had been so charmed by the way Bucky ended up getting lost in the performance, by how absolutely striking and adorable he'd been, he'd practically forgotten he was present to interact with the other boy. He'd only been absently stroking himself to the hypnotizing show. Snapping out of it, a wide smile spread over his lips and his eyelids fell with ardor. "Continuously flawless, Burkhart~," he praised.

Striding forward himself, he took hold of the sash dangling around Bucky's waist and lightly dragged him towards the bed a mere couple of steps away. "Let's get something good inside you, hm~? You deserve it after that number."

A timid, heated note slid out of Bucky hearing that suggestion. He was all for it. Obeying the tug, he carried himself to the bed and crawled onto it, choosing to stop there with his splayed knees at the lip of the mattress's side. Bowing his front half, he let his rear stay high in offer for his partner. An invitational glance was passed over his shoulder with a shy smile.

A lower, admiring note fell out of Julian's throat. Close behind the other boy, having expected to follow him onto the mattress, the goth now simply pressed his hips forward, taking a quick rub against the adorable offering, loving the hot nudge of their testes meeting as Julian expressed his approval with this short grind. Alas, they weren't quite there yet.

Letting his cane ghost up Bucky's inner thigh, Julian then took a half-step to the side and crouched to dig for a small box of extra toiletries under Bucky's bed, reaching for the one disguising itself as a spare tube of toothpaste. It was a very clever tactic, the taller boy thought, to save the embarrassment of any parental snooping discovering one's son owning lubricant.

Bucky listened to Julian taking that tube out, knowing its true nature, and let his fists clench lightly into his blankets already in apprehension. That tease of Julian's member grazing his hole hadn't nearly been enough. He wanted the other boy to truly take command of him. Just take him.

He jolted with a small yipe when Julian, noting the minute fidgets Bucky had been giving, smacked across his hindquarters firmly with the cane he wielded. "My saucy little band geek~," he then purred, holding the cane in place and letting it sink into Bucky's flesh, pushing his hips into an even more presenting angle. Gingerly, one wetted finger glided its underside over Bucky's entrance. "You look so wonderfully in need..."

A ripple of immodest dirty flatter spread up through Bucky's chest. Julian was definitely getting into being in charge. It was brilliant. "Yeah, well..." he returned sheepishly, but determined, "You're just so hot as a band geek...you were made for formal wear, Julian~..." The other teen's tall, slender figure was built perfectly for regal clothing, and Bucky's fantasy tastes just happened to lean more modestly than his boyfriend's. He found the dapper charm and grace such clothing projected absolutely alluring. He knew it wasn't the most common opinion, but it just meant he was all the more appreciative of Julian's everyday coattails. Seeing him even more ornately dressed, in something that represented everything about Bucky's passions, was perfection.

The adoring declaration sent a swell of delight through Julian in turn, melting him and causing him to hum fondly. His cheeks glowed lightly. "No out-flattering your conductor," he returned, though hardly seeming upset in any real way, "Though perhaps that is simply a testament to how well you were made for me~." He would have kissed the other boy if he could have, but had to settle with dotting suckling pecks along his back and shoulder blades, simply sinking his finger into his entrance, wriggling his knuckle gently as he went to pleasure and loosen the pliant tunnel that much extra along the way.

It was precious the way Bucky curled his cheek further into the covers he splayed himself on. The blonde too felt the desire to kiss his partner, but had to settle with turning the flatter and mutual feelings of belonging together into a tight hug of his inner walls, sending his love into the digit invading him. It wasted no time in trying to reach his deepest parts, and he huffed a glad breath. Tingles were already erupting up his torso thanks to the forward ministrations of Julian's dainty but adamant touch.

Another small outcry left his lips when Julian shifted and he felt another sharp strike come to the back of his upper thighs, only for that cane to press laterally into them once again. He'd never really thought about being struck, but the small touch of authority did help reinforce the dynamic he'd asked for. Here, in this instance, it worked.

"Sorry," he gave an aroused and entertained half-smile, "I'll let you handle the fuzzy talk." A harder moan as Julian crooked his finger further, and a delighted wriggle.

Julian felt his eyelids droop fondly as he watched Bucky's pleasured squirms, the blonde pushing back against the bar of his cane, plumping and spreading his cheeks just that tiny bit more. However, it was fast impractical to carry on holding that. Pleased with how it had been used, Julian set it aside and instead simply moved to use his palm. "Good," he approved simply, and rewarded the both of them by sending that palm kneading over Bucky's rear instead, quickly beginning a deep massage and spreading it sideways for an even better view as his finger sank deeper and deeper, moving in and out of Bucky's warm, welcoming tunnel at a steady pace.

Bucky's moans and squirms only increased the further inside him Julian reached, and he could no longer keep his mouth closed once a second finger entered. He gushed and fisted his sheets all the more, simultaneously feeling lewd and elated to let the other boy do this to him.

Likewise, Julian's favorite part of intimacy was, well, the intimacy. Nothing felt greater than getting to enjoy his partner in exclusive ways special to only them, and what was more exclusive or special a touch than the way he was getting to now? He reveled in those warbles that were for his ears only, informing him of how well he was succeeding in granting the blonde pleasure.

When the snug tunnel felt loose enough, Julian paused his hand's motion with the digits fully sheathed and gave them a wriggling scissor. "Are you prepared, dearest~?" he polled around the hard, lip-bitten groan he was granted, Bucky's spine craning like a cat's, "There is the next stage of our performance to get to."

Peeking out from under an eyelid, Bucky's lips formed a lop-sided, flushed beam. "The show must go on~," he agreed.

A short giggle from Julian. Fingers still inside the smaller boy, he leaned around his reach and stretched forward to give Bucky the kiss they'd both been longing for, spending just that one extra moment expressing his gratitude for their togetherness. Bucky kissed him back avidly, clearly having been starved for the contact as well, but Julian longed to bring the blonde even greater pleasure, and soon had taken himself back to behind the boy to ensure his member was coated properly for its turn at entering that inviting tunnel before him.

A thin waver slipped between Bucky's lightly-parted lips as he felt the tip of Julian's girth pressing his entrance, always a more prominent presence than a finger or two. The sound morphed into a strained, grinning vocal sigh as the shaft pushed forward, filling him entirely and bringing with it a swarm of electrified tremors up his spine.

"Ahn~...J-Julian..!"

Bucky barely got to register the sensation of having his boyfriend nestled snugly inside him before the black-haired boy was crawling up behind him, nudging his knees forward so that he could get onto the bed behind him. In a compliant haze, Bucky adjusted with him, curious but soon having his answer when he found himself straddling the other backwards. His cheeks burned as he glanced down as his outward-facing front baring its desire to his bedroom walls.

"Remember your posture, dearest~," Julian teased, bowing to nibble playfully at Bucky's neck with the ever-present fangs he wore. A hard, strange note came out of Bucky's throat there, one of ticklish surprise and glee. His back arched tightly and his organ gave an impressive bob in reaction. His entrance clenched instinctively around his intruder, causing both boys to give a heated groan.

This was sprinkled with more giggles as Julian continued his assault, joining in the bubbly amusement. His hands gripped up Bucky's front, tugging and toying with the fasteners on his jacket but not moving to open them. Simply appreciating. His hips rocked slowly, coaxing those astonishingly cozy walls into adjusting to the feel of his manhood, and not wanting them to be neglected. In no time, Bucky was breathing fast, antsy and eager for something more. He loved the way Julian's fangs made his love biting tingle. He loved feeling the rub of the heavy band jackets together. He loved the rhythmic press of Julian's hips sending teasing waves of bliss through his own.

Julian had been biding his time slightly, adoring the way Bucky reacted, but also trying to find another idea as to how he could play into his boyfriend's chosen theme. His eyes landed on the instrument Bucky had been cleaning when he'd come in and he did get a thought. It was a bit odd, but...

"Burkhart, dearest..?" he questioned lovingly against the petite boy's neck, "Are you opposed to things getting a little...weird?"

Opening his eyes halfway, Bucky took a curious glance to the boy behind him. "Mm? Weirder than me still wanting to sniff you?"

"Perhaps..." Julian wasn't sure where it fell on the weirdness scale. "It's just that I wish to fulfill your request to the utmost. In the spirit of band geekiness, would we be permitted to use those..?" He pointed towards the triangle and its dinger resting atop the nightstand.

Bucky blinked at them. How..? "Uh. Yeah, I just cleaned them...they should be okay. But what are you..?" His question trailed off as Julian moved to gather the items of inspiration.

"What is a band without its instruments~?" Julian replied, bringing the triangle and dinger around Bucky's torso in his hands as he embraced him. "I did warn you it was going to be weird. Do say if it's not to your liking." The next second, a certain word choice caught up with him and he asked, "Did you say you still harbor an urge to smell me?"

Bucky glanced to the side with a bashful smile. "Yeah...it was nice."

Julian beamed in endearment. "Well then, I assure you, it is in the program~. But for now, let's see if we can't turn your instrument into an instrument of pleasure~."

Still quite curious as to how Julian planned on doing that - Bucky loved his triangle with a burning passion, but had never had a thought about trying to pleasure himself with it - he watched the black-haired boy lower the metal shape over his shaft, hooking over the base of it and pressing it against Bucky's pelvis.

Bucky let out a short gasp as the cool metal sparked pricks of sensation where it touched. The top corner pressed into the base of his shaft as it poked through it, while the bar connecting the other two corners below kissed against his testes. All three created a very different, but not unpleasant, sensation against his skin that contrasted the usual heat of arousal. It almost tickled. Bucky felt himself squirm minutely and his entrance gave another short reactive hug. He heard Julian give a small sigh in response.

In test, Bucky rocked his hips lightly against the triangle held in place for him. He too sighed at the odd massage it created. The mix of hot and cold tingles between his manhood and his hole. The pressure of the triangle outside and the friction of Julian inside. "It's...okay," he reached his verdict, "It's good. Gosh, I never thought my boyfriend would be such a...dirty band geek." An awkward chuckle. "Maybe it's a good thing you don't wanna join."

A low, amused chuckle. "Would I tempt you~?"

Bucky snorted now, entering a timid giggle fit blending with wanton moans as the taller boy wrapped more firmly around him, moving his hips more and hooking his chin over the blonde's shoulder.

"Well..?" Julian teased. With his other hand, he moved the dinger to stroke up the underside of Bucky's shaft, giving it a light little stroke of buzzing bliss.

Bucky gave a harder but still shy sound at that. The need to have more thrusts edged a haze in his mind as Julian moved. Those cooling tingles on his nethers felt even more odd as they spread. But it still felt good. He watched his shaft twitch as it was given attention, Julian teasing him with those small silvery tools, and then arched as the goth shifted his hold to encompass his organ in his warm palm. The contrast again got Bucky squirming, and he had to take a second to pant at the escalating mood before granting, "Maybe~..."

If Julian was in Band, he might end up never being able to look at an instrument the same way again. He'd certainly be spending his fair share of time looking at Julian.

Julian tutted. "I'll take it." Bucky was such a sweetheart. Gladly, Julian continued kneading him with the three fingers not holding the dinger, wanting to encourage some real pleasured calls from him. He moved steadily up that shaft, and once reaching the tip, rolled a gentle set of swirls around it with the pad of one finger. The strained whine as Bucky let his head fall back was delectable. He only whined more as the slit there was nuzzled and rubbed so attentively. It was unusual for Julian to put so much focus on that part of him, but it felt...great! His entire tip felt like it was abuzz with a needy, burning heat. It almost felt like a trigger that he needed to pee, but not quite. But it wasn't quite like cumming either. Although it certainly helped his arousal.

"You like this?" Julian noted, pleased, "Would it be alright, then, if I went further..?"

Hazy, Bucky echoed, "Further..?" He noticed Julian still held that dinger while he worked. Was he testing Bucky's reaction to his tip being toyed with because he wanted to do something with..?

The blonde's eyes widened as he realized the only possible thing that 'further' could mean with a rod that skinny. Then he blushed. "O-Oh man..." That was off-kilter indeed. And really dirty. Never in a million years would he have thought to...with his triangle...and yet he loved every part of that. It was dirty. Julian's idea was clever and pushing him to think outside the box with his own fantasy.

Cheeks ablaze at the very notion, but compelled to try it, Bucky granted, "Go...go ahead."

With an endeared hum, Julian moved to kiss Bucky's jaw in assurance. His only goal here was to make the most of the experience. If it was uncomfortable, he would stop, but he admired Bucky's fortitude and willingness to try new things.

Tenderly, he moved the thin, tapered metal rod to Bucky's slit, holding his member steady with the other hand while the first rocked the side of that tiny shaft in the indentation, slicking it thoroughly in the precum still slowly drizzling forth.

"Ahh-aaahh~..!" Bucky tensed as those tickling, cooling tingles met his most sensitive nerves. This was no doubt another test run, seeing how he handled the contact first. And well, it was stronger...but he loved it. Bucky felt his face flush further as he gave another arch, the dinger rubbing back and forth against his tip feeling like it was reaching some untapped bundle of intimate nerves he didn't even know he had. All at once, hardly even able to believe it, he wanted this.

"Do it," he huffed, "Put it in."

Julian did. He felt a slight burn to his own cheeks over Bucky's insist while the rounded nub at the end of that slim rod dipped into the blonde boy's tip, shortly followed by the slide of the shaft behind it.

"Haaaaauuuh~!" Bucky's outcry was louder than either of them expected. He craned back incredibly tensely, the back of his head digging into Julian's shoulder. His hands flew to grab the boy behind him however he could. The sensation was...it was...indescribable!

Bucky might not have had the words to describe what he was feeling, but he was beyond articulate at the moment. Those untapped nerves were suddenly bursting with enflamed rapture. The already-wonderful feeling of Julian's manhood inside him was doubled as his organ was entered as well. The dinger wasn't even very far yet, but it was amazing. It was like being tickled from the inside out, a sharp, demanding pleasure that heightened everything he was experiencing. It formed a hard pit of spiking euphoria in his gut and he was unable to hold still in Julian's lap.

Such a powerful reaction. At first, Julian wasn't sure if the insertion had hurt or not, but one glance to Bucky's face told him all he needed to know. Bucky was grinning and red-faced while he writhed, reaching back to cling at the back of Julian's neck.

"More!" Bucky pleaded, "Move! Move everything! Oh, zing, I had no idea weird could feel this good!"

From there, it seemed he slipped into more incoherent shudders as he fell back against his boyfriend, gyrating himself in desperate bucks longing for hard friction.

The goth's face burned at this beg. He felt a hot rush of blood southward and his own member surge inside the shorter boy. Zing was right. Quite suddenly he was incredibly glad he'd thought of this, and very ready to give Bucky every ounce of loving he had.

With a hungry hum slipping forth of its own accord, Julian arched himself into Bucky's already curved back, needing closeness. Below, he still stayed careful as he helped the dinger slide its way deeper into Bucky's shaft, eliciting guttural euphoric noises that were quite rare from the timid blonde. And, once the dinger no longer needed help to stand, Julian grasped Bucky's shaft wholly in his palm, pumping at it with a vigorous pace. His hips became just as merciless, joining Bucky's and finding the intense rhythm their motions were asking for.

Bucky's voice rang madly throughout his bedroom now. He could hear himself, and he couldn't help but be embarrassed how unashamed every holler was, but there was nothing he could do to stifle them. Julian's hand on his shaft felt better than it ever had, his organ literally being stimulated inside and out now. The triangle dug into his testes and seemed to be trying to force them to spill their contents. And the sudden increase of their thrusting pace only ensured Bucky's nether regions were beyond stimulated with attention. The world was a blur. All he could feel was amazement over what a difference this brilliant new idea made and his swelling love for the boy giving it to him.

This position was no longer enough for Julian. Not kissing the other boy in such a frenzy was more than he could bear.

Wordlessly, he threw Bucky down, wasting no second in getting him rolled onto his back and tugging him by the thighs to drag him back against himself. Bucky barely registered what was going on, but upon seeing he was facing Julian and that Julian was poised to push back into him, that was all he needed to know.

Another sharp burst of vocals came when he was entered again, but this time it was muffled somewhat by the fanged goth coming to crush a ravenous kiss over his mouth. Bucky didn't argue. In fact, it was a great relief. Having craved more kisses himself, he avidly returned the action, grateful that one of them could keep his voice even a hair more modest.

On the other hand, Julian was enraptured by the sounds he heard, every lustful yell encouraging him in such glorious ways. He hardly ever heard Bucky let himself go so completely. He wanted to revel in it, feed every needy desire this new discovery about Bucky brought. Julian could practically feel himself leaking his precum inside the blonde's deliciously hugging hole as he thrust. His eyes were barely open, but he had to force them so to stare at the face he kissed, blearily soaked in bliss. Bucky stared back, their matching conditions only egging one another on.

One of Bucky's hands landed on his own shaft, nudging Julian's up to indicate he wanted it to do something else. Julian took the cue, and remembered what Bucky's last plea had been for. Just above the smaller boy's hand, his own now pinched the dinger between forefinger and thumb and began moving that as well. Not nearly as hard as his hips, as there was no way that wouldn't cause damage, but a soft roll of the rod in place, a small set of slower thrusts back and forth, these were safe enough to execute, and the results were stupendous. Bucky's body shuddered involuntarily as he carried on belting out his passions against Julian's lips, eyes rolling back, undulating his own hips to make the most of everything Julian was doing for him.

His second hand clawed at Julian's uniform, just needing to yank that wonderful taller boy into him impossibly farther. Revel in how perfect it felt to have him adorned in band clothing as their chests clashed. It might not have been Bucky's clothes he wore, but it was still plenty. Julian had done everything he could to make the most of this for him, and done so splendidly. There was no way Bucky could express his thanks well enough. There was no way he could get enough of his boyfriend.

However, eventually their bodies could no longer take the harsh pace at which they pleasured one another, and their climaxes were reached.

Julian felt it first, his manhood firming as a tell-tale tension racked his nether regions. With a short, sharp cry of his own, like the sensation had struck him, he felt the rapture boil over and pour itself out of him. He froze, slamming himself home inside Bucky and grinding his pelvis deeply against the blonde's hindquarters. He couldn't let himself out before he'd gotten Bucky to the finish line as well. In addition, the overstimulated nerves now trying to settle were extra aware of the heat they were sheathed in, slicked even more by the white substance beginning to trail its way out of that snug tunnel.

Bucky didn't need much more help in finding his climax. He'd been close, and that hard, stirring slam brushed some perfect spot deep inside him that just sent him over the edge. Writhing, his cries became a series of increasingly breathy whines until one suddenly stretched longer than the rest. His own body seized in a rapturous throe. Below, the dinger smoothly pushed itself from the canal it had been nestled in, making way for the incredible orgasm washing Bucky's body, signaled by the jet of continuous cum pouring out of his member tip. The seed pooled on the sash he wore as it leaked freely, but that was the last thing Bucky was worried about right now. He'd had to take his lips from Julian to crane through the shock of cumming, but now, as they both panted and slowly began to find reality, he grabbed the pale boy for one more deep, greedy kiss.

As he fell back against his sheets, a sudden sense of fatigue settling in, Bucky sent a lop-sided, dorky grin up to the boy over him. "That was...wow."

Beaming down in turn, Julian gave a short titter. "Quite."

Feeling the triangle fall off as his member softened, Bucky blushed thinking about how he'd just sullied his beloved instrument.

"It's...probably a good thing you're not in Band," he joked, "I'd be thinking about this non-stop now." Reaching to collect the triangle and dinger - now feeling quite warm to the touch - he pressed, "How did you even think of that? Putting this in...there." A meek glance to the dinger in hand.

Julian gave a guilty half-shrug and a tiny tut. "I...might have had some previous experience with...experimenting." Another quick laugh. "I suppose there's my 'weird intimate quirk'...I've looked around for things." He was a deviant by nature. He couldn't help being drawn to explore some slightly unusual kinks when he'd been by his lonesome.

Bucky blinked. "Oh." After a beat, his beam returned though. "Well, I'm glad. 'cause that was...wow." He didn't know how to phrase it any better than he already had.

A soft giggle. "And I'm quite glad you enjoyed yourself so thoroughly. It was astonishing to see on you. Was having me as your fellow band geek everything you had hoped for~?" Coyly, his knees bend and kicked gently as he less-than-subtly wheedled for compliments.

It was Bucky's turn to giggle. "Quite," he echoed Julian's own word choice, putting his instrument aside to await another polishing, "I couldn't have asked for a better demonstration of keeping time. Your hips are masters. Intimate zing..!"

Charmed, Julian only tittered again. "Well, it's not as though it's ever just me. You certainly live up to your name, 'Bucky'~." A sly turn of his head as he smiled at the blonde.

Bucky had nothing to say to that. He simply blushed all over again and entered a very clumsy giggle fit as his shoulders hunched. That was the most embarrassingly flattering joke he'd ever heard.

Endeared by this reaction, Julian only smiled more fondly. Then, reaching to embrace the other boy, he rolled them over so that he was holding the smaller party on top of him as they reclined. Grabbing a pillow for himself, he noted, "Now then, there's only one item left on the agenda so far as I'm aware...how do I smell now that the fornication is complete~? Better~?"

Always happy to cuddle, Bucky had gone easily into Julian's arms, but felt his face warm further as he was reminded that he'd mentioned he still wanted to enjoy Julian's scent. Well, they'd both let a strange detail about their intimate tendencies out today, and neither was judging the other for it. Only good had come out of Julian's, so Bucky didn't think he had to worry about much anymore.

Laying against Julian's chest, absently fingering one of those jacket clasps, he passed the familiar blue garment a meek smile before just going for it. He turned his head slightly, enough to press his nose into the other's torso, and closed his eyes for a rich inhale.

"Oh man..." It was so much deeper than before. A clear musk rang through that scent, evidence of a spent ardor joining the previous mix. Bucky took another whiff. The blended scents of the boy he loved and the clothes he himself wore every day, echoing with an added layer of passion...it was everything he'd imagined. Wait, no.

"Definitely better," he sighed, and the moment was complete as he felt Julian reach to begin twirling idle swirls in his messy hair with his fingers. "I love you, Julian. Thank you."

A tender hum left the taller boy's own nose. "Always. I love you, Burkhart dearest~."

And the moment was allowed to linger, both boys simply basking in their favorite parts of it, Bucky enjoying the scent of the other unashamed, and Julian enjoying to play with the other's hair. In the backs of their minds they wondered what the next exciting new thing they would learn about each other would be, but for now this mundanity was the purest ideal.