Steve was a panting mess. Bucky had kissed him to the point he felt drunk off of his touches. His head was spinning and his body was tingling under each caress. Bucky was kissing along Steve's stomach, his legs spread to rest on the brunette's shoulders. The blonde's eyes were closed, his long fingers fisted in Bucky's hair.

"Christ, Steve… you're soaked." He heard Bucky mumble. His voice sent another wave of want though the blonde. It was so much lower than before, just a husky whisper now. Steve made a soft noise in the back of his throat and rolled his hips. He needed Bucky to touch him there, it was driving him mad.

"Bucky… please." He whined, tugging in the auburn hair. Bucky smirked and nuzzled the inside of Steve's thigh. He wanted to take his time with this, to really get to know what Steve's body liked and what it didn't. James reached up, his finger rubbing circles over Steve's clit. The younger man cried out, his hand flying up to cover his mouth. They had to be quiet. The walls were already paper thin and if anyone had suspicions that they were doing these things the police could get involved.

Bucky looked up at Steve with wide blue-grey eyes. That wasn't the response he was expecting… The noise Steve made sent another bolt of want straight to Bucky's cock. He tenderly rubbed the small nub again, watching as Steve gasped and squirmed under the caress.

"Bu-cky…" Steve all but sobbed out. He wanted more. He felt such a pressure in his loins that he just wanted to cum. Bucky nodded and drew his hand back. As much as he wanted to tease Steve, he also wanted to make the other man feel good.

"Alright, Alright, just breathe Stevie." He murmured.

Bucky made sure that his fingers were nice and slick. He rubbed Steve slowly, watching as he fought hard to keep his noises muffled. Bucky bit his lip, Steve was so beautiful… "You sure you want this?" He asked, rubbing Steve's hip with his other hand. The blonde was biting his lip, nodding. He needed Bucky to do it. He needed Bucky to touch him. He wanted Bucky to take him. The brunette nodded, his cheeks flushing as he pushed his finger forward and watched as Steve's body just swallowed it.

"God Stevie… you're gorgeous" Bucky breathed again in that low husky tone. Steve rolled his hips around the finger, trying to get more. Bucky rocked it in and out, watching Steve's body for reactions. He slipped his second finger in with ease, scissoring them slightly. Steve sighed at the feeling of having something inside him. No, not something. Bucky. Bucky was inside of him… He moaned again, covering his mouth with his hands.

Bucky had been with a few women in his time. He had the general idea of how these things worked, what a dame liked. He knew how to get a girl off, but this was Steve. He didn't want to treat the blonde the same way he would treat one of his gals. Steve was special. This was special. Bucky took in a quiet deep breathe and lent forward, rubbing that small nub with his tongue as he moved his fingers faster. He was surprised by Steve's hips snapping at the contact. He was almost scared that he had hurt him, but he heard the desperate moan from the blonde.

Steve was so close. It felt like Bucky was just hitting all of the right spots on him. He was squirming, no writhing with pleasure. He never felt like this when he fingered himself, and then he felt Bucky's mouth on him. He could feel the brunette kissing him in the most intimate way. He could feel his tongue rubbing where his fingers met Steve's folds. That was what did it. Steve came, his vision going white and body tensing.

Steve was panting hard, eyes fluttering open to stare at the cracked plaster ceiling again. Bucky had stopped touching him. The brunette was sitting on the cot beside Steve looking at him with a smug smirk on his face. "Shuddup…" Steve mumbled, blushing deeply.

"I love you." Bucky breathed and kissed Steve's forehead. He was so proud of himself for doing that to Steve. Steve seemed to love it… He kissed his head again. "I'm going to go get a rag… you're a mess." He said and got up. He walked into their small kitchen, washing off his hands and returning with a rag for Steve to clean up.

Steve took it without a word and wiped himself off. "That was amazing, Bucky… but don't let your ego get any bigger because of it." He said and pulled the brunette down to cuddled. Steve laid his head on his chest and listened as the older man chuckled.

"Wouldn't dream of it." He mumbled and hugged the smaller man close.

Steve chuckled, snorting softly with laughter. Bucky looked down at him and raised an eyebrow. "What's so funny?" James asked. Steve shook his head and kept snickering. James rolled them so he could look Steve square in the eye. "Tel me, Punk." He said, trying not to smile because Steve's laughter was so contagious.

"You're dick is poking me, Jerk." He whispered and grinned as Bucky went beat red. The older man shook his head and lightly slapped Steve's thigh.

"Well, yeah. What do you expect, Steve? That was really hot and I love you and…" He cut himself off, not wanting to shove his foot in his mouth any further. Steve smiled lovingly up at James, his hand cupping his cheek.

"It's flattering… but I'm too tired to help. Go take care of your Johnson." He said and rolled over on the cot. James stared at him, frowning. His eyes held a playful fire though.

"You're a little shit, Steven Rogers." He said and rolled onto his cot so he could take care of himself in peace.