Summary: Before war started invading the thoughts and lives of those around them, Steve and Bucky had years of practice sneaking around their relationship.
Before war started invading the thoughts and lives of those around them, Steve and Bucky had years of practice sneaking around their relationship.
Bucky had never professed much of a preference in the semantics of their intimate moments, and was willing enough to try it both ways. He had never thought it debasing or emasculating to "play the woman's role", as some would call it.
However, it didn't happen often as Bucky often fretted and fussed over the wheeze in Steve's breathing and the strain it no doubt had on his already-fragile body. Steve liked it well enough, and loved to tease and spoil Bucky thoroughly during these quiet moments.
He'd often make up for not being able to go as hard as he'd like – or as most people would simply consider normal – by winding Bucky up with the acute knowledge he had of his lover's sweet spots and weaknesses. Only after he'd gotten Bucky practically begging for Steve to do something did he finally get to the main event, savouring the relief and bliss in Bucky's expression as he took care of his lover.
Usually, when they were craving that feeling of connection and closeness, it was Bucky taking care of Steve; just as he always did outside the bedroom and in the world. Bucky was a sweet and gentle lover, who loved showering praises and soft touches on Steve, who was usually the more demanding and bossy of the two. Even as he'd take Bucky in him, Steve would demand more, much to Bucky's own amusement and disdain.
More often than not, though, their devotion to one another were expressed in other forms of intimacy. Hands and mouths, sliding warm and passionately over every memorized crevice and plane of each other's bodies.
Bucky loved kissing the most, whether it was lips to lips, mouthing over Steve's skin, or even Steve's nonchalantly light kisses on anywhere he could reach. Steve's favourite was sucking and nibbling faint marks onto Bucky's skin. It helped that Bucky's proclivity for taking out a new girl every week made a convenient enough excuse for the various marks that often littered his body; some of which could not always be easily concealed.
...and here I am. With another story lmao. Why do I keep doing this to myself? Well, clearly, I never learn. Let's see how far I get with this one, shall we?