Thor and Sam joined everyone in the lab. They smiled when they saw Steve and Eva kissing before going to their respective partners. Bucky shut down the computer fast. He didn't want to risk Eva seeing it and trying to work more. But when Steve pulled back from Eva, sharing a hungry look, Bucky knew he didn't have to worry.
"You know, Stevie," Eva said, her eyes darkening, "I've done a lot of healing…"
Steve's face fell a little as he responded, "And I'm glad you have, but-" Eva chuckled. "What are you giggling about? And should I be worried?"
"I said I did a lot of healing," she got in close to whisper in his ear, "or didn't you hear, pumpkin?"
Steve looked her over, growing hard. God, he wanted her.
Loki closed the gap between him and Thor as he said, "I have as well, ᛈᛖᛏ- pet. Care to try?"
Thor smiled and replied, "Just tell me if it gets to be too much, ᛚᛟᚢᛖ- love."
"I don't plan to leave you out of the reunion, doll," said Bucky, picking up Sam so that he was forced to wrap his legs around his boyfriend's waist.
"It's about damn time, sha," Sam responded.
They each went to their respective rooms. Outside in the hall, Steve tried to go slow. He didn't want to push Eva, but she had something else in mind as she pushed him roughly into the door. Their hunger took over and they could barely get the handle to turn.
Once inside, Steve kicked the door close before Eva said, "I want my Captain. Please, Stevie?"
"I'm all yours, princess," he gasped as they both tore each other's clothes to shreds.
They almost didn't make it to the bed. He was firmly lodged between her legs, feeling how wet she was. He kissed down her body until he was feasting on her sweet nectar. She gripped his hair, a silent scream on her lips. Soon, his fingers had joined his tongue so that she was squirming and he was gulping her juices.
When he felt she was properly prepared, he moved up her body to kiss her. The taste of herself played remained on his tongue. With agonizing slowness, he entered her and stretched her. It had been so long, she felt a sting and loved it. He marveled at how perfectly she still fit around him. If the serum in her had done anything, it had made them more compatible.
"I want to go slow," he gasped out, "but I don't think I can."
She flipped them over so that she was on top, already setting a fast pace as she moaned, "I don't want slow. You don't have to go easy anymore, Captain. Fuck me like you mean it."
He gripped her waist. "I never fuck my girl." She looked at him as their speed increased. "I always and forever make love to her."
He rolled them back over and began nibbling at her skin. She clawed up his back, chanting his name over and over as they flew higher together. Before she knew it, she was skating the edge and never wanted it to stop even when it was almost painful.
For a moment, she was back in her personal hell, waiting to be told to cum. But when he pulled back to look at her, her Stevie, all the panic left her. Yes, he liked telling her when to cum, but he would never make her wait until it was painful.
"Don't hold back, baby," Steve said. "I want you to just let go."
And let go she did, taking him with her. She pulled out of her and started a bath. He wanted to make sure she felt loved, not used. However, once in the warm water, she straddled him and they made love in the water. She marked his skin just as he had hers so that they matched.
This round was quicker and they finished rather fast before finally getting cleaned up. He dried her off as she was falling asleep. He dried himself before they both went to bed. He held her to him, reveling that he had her back again.
Loki and Thor walked into their room and sat on the bed. How long had the raven-haired man dreamed of this? Wanted this? But worry crept in. Could he even do this?
With determination, he began to slowly remove Thor's shirt, kissing his lover's skin as he undid every button. He slid it from the golden man's broad shoulders so that it pooled on the floor. He knelt before him and started to undo Thor's belt when his hands were stopped.
"I will not enjoy this alone, ᛚᛟᚢᛖ- love," Thor said.
He pulled Loki up and mimicked what he had done. The pale man gasped with each kiss, tears welling up at how tender his partner was. When face to face once more, they kissed hard. Their pants were quickly discarded, though they tripped and fell onto the bed in the process. Thor reached over to his table, opening a drawer and pulling out a tube of lube.
Loki gripped Thor's long hair in his slim fingers as the substance was massaged into his hole. There was no force involved. Thor kept his eyes on the man he loved, constantly on the lookout to see if he was going too far or if Loki was uncomfortable.
"Please!" Loki begged. "I need you inside me!"
Thor pulled back, lubing his impressive cock before slowly entering Loki. He would stop every now and then to allow the other man to adjust to his size, causing tears to form in Loki's eyes.
"What's wrong, ᛚᛟᚢᛖ- love?" Thor asked, worry coloring his voice.
"Everything is perfect," the brunette god said. "I'm fine. Better than fine."
Taking that as a sign, Thor set a slow pace. Loki swore when his lover thrust into him. Thor had hit his prostate without trying.
"I love you, Loki," Thor grunted, his pace speeding up fast as Loki clung to him.
"And I love you," the raven-haired man gasped. "Now, give me everything. Please. I need all of you."
Not needing to be told twice, Thor picked up Loki so that he was bouncing in his lap. They kissed each other hard so that Loki's stiff member was pressed against Thor's stomach, the friction making it hard to wait on his partner.
Loki let out a sinful moan as he all but screamed, "Gods, I need to-"
"Don't hold back!" Thor ordered. "I want all of you too! Let go, ᛗᛁ ᛚᛟᚢᛖ- my love!"
Even when Loki shot jet after jet onto their chests, Thor didn't stop. Soon, Loki was ready to cum again. Thor began to massage his lover's cock. Round two was much rougher and Loki reveled in the bruises he knew would mark his skin. He wanted Thor to pepper his skin with his fingerprints, his bites, and hickeys to tell every realm that Loki was his.
When Loki finished a second time, Thor followed, filling his partner so that Loki felt full and loved. Thor gently removed his lover and went to get a cloth to clean him.
"But I want you to stay inside me," Loki protested even as sleep was overtaking him.
"Another time, ᛚᛟᚢᛖ- love," Thor chuckled. "Tonight, let me take care of you properly."
Loki let out a hum as Thor cleaned him. Then, Loki snuggled into his golden partner, peace settling over him like the warm blankets around the couple.
Bucky threw Sam onto the bed, kicking the door shut. Neither of them could get out of their clothes fast enough. Once undressed, Sam jumped back into Bucky's arms, instantly skewering himself on the larger man.
Holding the coffee-skinned man's hips, Bucky thrust into him hard, grunting out, "Damn, doll. You're so tight, but I went in so easy."
Sam moaned, "I prepared myself every day, waiting until you got home."
"Such a naughty boy. You didn't ask for permission."
"How could I ask when you weren't here, dumbass!"
Bucky stopped moving. "Is that how you talk to your Sergeant?"
"No, sir! Please, don't stop!"
Bucky flipped him around and bent him over one of their chairs. "No, you were acting like a brat, doll. Now, I'm going to spank you and I want you to count."
Smack! "One!" Smack! "Two!"
This went on until Sam's ass was hot to the touch, tears falling. But the younger man was so hard, it was almost painful. Bucky used his metal hand to cool down each pump cheek. Then, he thrust hard, earning a gasp.
"You going to be a brat, doll?" Bucky asked.
"No, sir!" Sam moaned.
"Good boy."
"Fuck! I'm going to cum!"
"Not yet, doll!"
"I can't hold it!"
"Yes, you can!"
"Sergeant, please!"
Bucky gripped the base of Sam's cock. "No. Who do you belong to?"
"You! Only you!"
"That's right. Damn, doll! You tightened up! Fuck! I missed being inside this tight ass of yours!"
"Only for you, Sergeant! Shit, shit, shit! Right there! Don't stop!"
"I don't plan on stopping just yet, doll, but that sounded like an order."
"No, sir! Begging! I was begging!"
"You sure about that?"
"Yes! I only beg for my Sergeant!"
"That's right, doll. All mine."
With a hard grunt, Bucky filled up Sam's tight man-cunt and let go of the stiff member in his hand as Sam screamed, rope upon rope covering the recliner seat. Sam collapsed onto the worn leather, breathing heavily. He couldn't get enough of Bucky being in charge and wanted more. But he was too worn out to even move. Bucky chuckled and gave his partner a soft kiss before treating him to some tender aftercare.
Once in the bed, Bucky held Sam to him, his world in his arms. Both men fell asleep, content now that they were back together.