[Just the hand on his shoulder makes him feel a little better. He tips his head back, almost but not quite burrowing into his chest, an almost childish need for contact overwhelming him. Though he keeps his hands folded on his lap, he wants to reach out for him. But Bucky isn't exactly the cuddling type, and probably even resting his head on him is more than he wants.
(Still, Steve inhales deeply, not moving his head. There's something reassuring about Bucky's scent, there under the smell of sweat and sex.)]
You're welcome.
[The words feel inadequate, but Steve doesn't know what else to say.]
[ God help him, Bucky doesn't know what he would have done if Steve had gone and said, 'no'. After all the sweating and restlessness, it might have driven him out of his mind.
He still isn't sure what's up with Steve, but he stays stil for the time being. It seems the proper thing to do. He at least has the presence of mind to ask after his friend's well-being, after being so accommodating. ]
[A 'no' comes to his lips automatically, but at the last moment he changes his mind, decides to tell the truth.]
I...don't know.
[But then he hurriedly follows with:] You didn't do anything wrong, though. 's just. I dunno, Buck. I feel weird.
[It's something to do with emotions, and if there's one thing they're both bad at, it's talking about feelings. Especially when he can't even figure out what those feelings are.]
[That's what makes Steve finally tug the blindfold off to look up at Bucky, pushing his own emotions aside. They don't matter, not while Bucky's convinced he did something wrong.]
No, I'm fine. [Well, not fine, per se, but-] You didn't hurt me, okay? [Steve reaches out and grabs Bucky's flesh hand, running his thumb over it.] It was good, Buck, real good. Promise.
[ When he sees Steve start to pull the blindfold off, Bucky's stomach flips and he feels a stab of panic. He ducks his head and looks away, unable to face the disappointment- the recrimination in Steve's eyes that won't quite be tempered.
He swallows a lump, unconvinced. ]
Okay.
[ But Steve's voice gives it away, and Bucky just wants to pull his hand back and crawl under his bed. ]
[Whatever Bucky's looking for, it isn't there, and Steve's more concerned that Bucky doesn't want to look at him, doesn't want him to look at him.]
C'mon, let's go- [He gestures vaguely.] Sit on the couch or something. Watch some Netflix. [Pretend they're normal for about thirty seconds.] I'll let you pick and everything.
[Or maybe they both did. But he knows that Bucky can't be left to shoulder the blame alone.]
Look, Buck, I liked it. You didn't do anything wrong, okay? I mean- [And he blushes a little, trying (and failing) to articulate it.] I really liked it. No one's ever done that kinda thing with me before. And something about it just felt right.
[ Bucky still can't bring himself to look at Steve, to have Steve's piercing blue eyes on him. That's part of the reason for the blindfold, in case this very--
I really liked it
Bucky can hear it in Steve's voice: this is something that really got him going. Maybe Bucky didn't irreparably screw this up after all. He flushes a little himself, stumbling over his own confession. ]
It's all I could think about for weeks, just you there, and me on you, and. Geez, what's the matter with me, Steve?
[Oh, jeez. Just Bucky talking about thinking about it - for weeks - makes Steve feel hot under the collar, and he squirms a little on the chair. He huffs a humorless-sounding laugh.]
What's the matter with both of us?
[He swallows hard, fidgets with his hands, and then suggests, a little reluctantly (mostly because he doesn't want to sound too eager)] If you. Uh. Tied me to a bed. [Steve pauses to lick his lips.] You could fuck my mouth, too. Or, hell, just have me on my knees.
[Bucky might not want to do it on a bed; it might be too intimate for him. There are rules to this that he's just trying to blindly figure out.]
[ Bucky flushes an even deeper shade of red, hearing Steve not only go along with it, but offer suggestions on how to do it. His fingers twitch, and suddenly his clothes feel too tight.
He lifts his gaze, looks at Steve somewhere in the vicinity of his left eyebrow. His mouth has gone strangely dry, and he's fighting the urge to put his hand on Steve's throat. Geez he's fucked up in the head. ]
Shi-- Steve, god, I feel like some sleaze for even thinking about this. For thinking about you and- and here I am, here you are... is this even something normal people do?
Probably not, [he admits with a wry twist to his mouth.] But I don't think either of us are really normal people.
[Steve slides off the chair, goes down onto his knees. The rope's still behind the chair, the handkerchief somewhere on the floor. Not that he really needs either of them.]
I- um. Just tell me what to do. Please. [He doesn't lift his head up to look at Bucky, but there's desperation in his voice.]
[ Bucky whines, his knees going weak at Steve's honest plea. His fingers find their way into Steve's short hair, curling against his scalp. Already, his dick is interested all over, aching and straining against his jeans.
He closes his eyes for a moment, maybe to pray and ask forgiveness, or-- he's not sure. This could be totally perverse, broken beyond repair, but fuck he wants this. And he wants it bad. Bucky licks his lip, and glances down at the rope. He takes a breath to steady himself. ]
P-- [ He clears his throat. ] Pick up the rope, Steve.
[A noise catches in Steve's throat at the fingers in his hair, and he wants to lean forward and rub his face against Bucky's thigh. He can already feel his mind sliding back to where it was, back where it's so easy to just listen to Bucky and do what he wants. It feels so good to just relax, to have someone else make all the choices for once in his life. All he has to do is what he's told.
He reaches out behind him, feels around on the floor till his fingers meet the rough texture of the rope and close around it. Drags it over the floor and holds it up in front of him, offering it to Bucky without looking up at him.]
[ Bucky takes the rope, holding it as he reaches for Steve's hair again. His voice is low, a whisper. ]
Good. That's-- that's good, Steve.
[ Bucky is still trying to breathe through this, to process that all of the things he thinks about at night are right here, standing (kneeling) in front of him, in reality. He can be intimidated, or he can face it like he's faced challenges before. ]
[Even though Bucky's voice is a whisper, the words run straight down Steve's spine like a jolt of electricity. He shivers, goosebumps rising on the bare flesh of his forearms, and he can feel his erection already starting to strain at his jeans again. His breath quickens as he holds his wrists out for Bucky, keeping them pressed together. Submitting to bondage that he could break in the blink of an eye if he wanted to.]
[ Bucky feels a laser sort of focus creeping over him, something firm and a little dark, but determined. His nerves from the first time have settled quite a bit now that they're both doing this with full consent, and the lack of guessing or reactions is enough to keep him entirely set on what he wants. What he has wanted.
So Bucky pulls the rope taut between his hands, pulling them so they make a soft 'snap' in the air, and begins winding them around Steve;s pale wrists. This time, the wrapping is tighter, the knot secure. If Steve wants out, he'll need to actually work for it this time; no slipping the ropes or jiggling the knot loose. ]
[Not that Steve wants out. As the ropes wrap around his wrists, he bites his lower lip to hold back a whimper. Next time, the part of him that's still capable of planning ahead thinks, he's going to take his clothes off first. Make himself completely naked and vulnerable when he submits, make it clear that his entire body is Bucky's to use.
The room is silent as Bucky works, but the silence isn't oppressive like it was earlier. Instead, it holds the electric charge of anticipation for both of them. Maybe they're both perverts, but they're in this together, and that's all that matters to Steve.]
[ Bucky surveys his work, nodding to himself once Steve is secured. ]
Stop me if it's too much. If I do something wrong, okay?
[ There's an edge of fear in his tone, beyond the plea evident as he speaks. This is new, potentially damaging territory for the both of them, and he wouldn't be able to bear it if he knew he hurt his friend.
As it stands, he needs to be able to trust Steve as much as Steve trusts him. And he isn't quite sure about the blindfold, but he feels far less of a need for it this time around. ]
[His voice is quiet, but steady. It's not like Bucky could physically damage him, and Steve, being Steve, doesn't quite consider the potential for emotional damage. Especially not when he's already settled quite comfortably into that hazy place in his mind where he doesn't quite think the same way he would normally. He registers the fear in Bucky's voice, but can't figure out why it's there.]
[ Bucky is still finding his way around Steve, so some of the nuances are lost on him. But he seemingly has enough to run with, so he stands fully, braces himself, and thinks about what he wants, and how to get it.
Steve is trussed up like he has a pretty bow on. Bucky starts by just petting him, slowly, and letting instinct take over. For the moment, he needs to observe, to feel things out. ]
[Steve nuzzles into Bucky's hand like he's hungry for touch (he is). He kisses his palm, traces life lines with the tip of his tongue. He wants, but he's given the reins over to Bucky - and as much as that's exactly what he wants, there's still a moment of struggle with the part of him that wants to take control and make things happen. He isn't very good at inaction, at waiting for things to happen. But maybe that's part of why he needs this, to teach him to overcome his faults.]
[ The warmth of Steve's skin against his palm is enough to make Bucky shudder. But it's the wet path of Steve's tongue on his skin that makes him sigh. He's done so much violence with these hands, but Steve is practically worshiping them. Bucky has to suppress the urge to sob softly as an unexpected surge of emotion swells from within him.
Steve, the leader, on his knees for an old subordinate. Bucky cards his metal fingers through Steve's hair again, drags the backs of his fingers along the sharp edges of Steve's cheekbones. It's nice, he thinks, being adored instead of reviled; having someone want him rather than fear him. It's the kind of thing that goes to a man's head...or other places.
Unable to stand the chafing, Bucky reaches down to unzip his jeans. Before he gets too carried away, he leans down and allows himself to cup Steve's face between his hands and give him a quick kiss on the forehead. Maybe he's just thanking Steve in advance before some of his more unmentionable desires take over. ]
[Steve doesn't flinch away from the metal hand, either, turning his cheek to rub against the fingers. He tips his chin up slightly, lets his tongue drag around and between them, just like he would with Bucky's flesh hand. Maybe he can't feel it, but he can see it, see the way Steve wants all of him, without reservation.
There's a soft smile on his face after Bucky kisses his forehead, a hint of sadness in the gaze that he keeps somewhere around Bucky's hip. He wants this - wouldn't have told Bucky he did if he didn't - but that doesn't mean that there isn't a part of him that wants tender softness, too. Maybe someday, he'll be able to talk Bucky into it. But for now, they have this.]
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(Still, Steve inhales deeply, not moving his head. There's something reassuring about Bucky's scent, there under the smell of sweat and sex.)]
You're welcome.
[The words feel inadequate, but Steve doesn't know what else to say.]
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He still isn't sure what's up with Steve, but he stays stil for the time being. It seems the proper thing to do. He at least has the presence of mind to ask after his friend's well-being, after being so accommodating. ]
...You ok?
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I...don't know.
[But then he hurriedly follows with:] You didn't do anything wrong, though. 's just. I dunno, Buck. I feel weird.
[It's something to do with emotions, and if there's one thing they're both bad at, it's talking about feelings. Especially when he can't even figure out what those feelings are.]
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[ Bucky's stomach drops through the floor when Steve admits he feels off. Shit. Shit, he fucked up and did something wrong, something not okay.
Dammit, he shouldn't have come in here, looking for this. He just shouldn't have. Now Steve isn't alright and it's Bucky's fault.
No matter how long he's alive, he can't seem to stop hurting people. Bucky's hand trembles, falters, and he drops it to his side. ]
I didn't mean to..
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No, I'm fine. [Well, not fine, per se, but-] You didn't hurt me, okay? [Steve reaches out and grabs Bucky's flesh hand, running his thumb over it.] It was good, Buck, real good. Promise.
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He swallows a lump, unconvinced. ]
Okay.
[ But Steve's voice gives it away, and Bucky just wants to pull his hand back and crawl under his bed. ]
Sorry.
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C'mon, let's go- [He gestures vaguely.] Sit on the couch or something. Watch some Netflix. [Pretend they're normal for about thirty seconds.] I'll let you pick and everything.
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No, no. It's okay.
[ He wants to hide forever. This was a horrible idea. Dammit. ]
I didn't mean to make it weird. Just ah, forget about it?
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[Or maybe they both did. But he knows that Bucky can't be left to shoulder the blame alone.]
Look, Buck, I liked it. You didn't do anything wrong, okay? I mean- [And he blushes a little, trying (and failing) to articulate it.] I really liked it. No one's ever done that kinda thing with me before. And something about it just felt right.
[You know, before everything fell apart.]
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I really liked it
Bucky can hear it in Steve's voice: this is something that really got him going. Maybe Bucky didn't irreparably screw this up after all. He flushes a little himself, stumbling over his own confession. ]
It's all I could think about for weeks, just you there, and me on you, and. Geez, what's the matter with me, Steve?
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What's the matter with both of us?
[He swallows hard, fidgets with his hands, and then suggests, a little reluctantly (mostly because he doesn't want to sound too eager)] If you. Uh. Tied me to a bed. [Steve pauses to lick his lips.] You could fuck my mouth, too. Or, hell, just have me on my knees.
[Bucky might not want to do it on a bed; it might be too intimate for him. There are rules to this that he's just trying to blindly figure out.]
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He lifts his gaze, looks at Steve somewhere in the vicinity of his left eyebrow. His mouth has gone strangely dry, and he's fighting the urge to put his hand on Steve's throat. Geez he's fucked up in the head. ]
Shi-- Steve, god, I feel like some sleaze for even thinking about this. For thinking about you and- and here I am, here you are... is this even something normal people do?
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[Steve slides off the chair, goes down onto his knees. The rope's still behind the chair, the handkerchief somewhere on the floor. Not that he really needs either of them.]
I- um. Just tell me what to do. Please. [He doesn't lift his head up to look at Bucky, but there's desperation in his voice.]
oh these precious children
He closes his eyes for a moment, maybe to pray and ask forgiveness, or-- he's not sure. This could be totally perverse, broken beyond repair, but fuck he wants this. And he wants it bad. Bucky licks his lip, and glances down at the rope. He takes a breath to steady himself. ]
P-- [ He clears his throat. ] Pick up the rope, Steve.
2 pure for this world
He reaches out behind him, feels around on the floor till his fingers meet the rough texture of the rope and close around it. Drags it over the floor and holds it up in front of him, offering it to Bucky without looking up at him.]
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Good. That's-- that's good, Steve.
[ Bucky is still trying to breathe through this, to process that all of the things he thinks about at night are right here, standing (kneeling) in front of him, in reality. He can be intimidated, or he can face it like he's faced challenges before. ]
Hold your wrists out.
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So Bucky pulls the rope taut between his hands, pulling them so they make a soft 'snap' in the air, and begins winding them around Steve;s pale wrists. This time, the wrapping is tighter, the knot secure. If Steve wants out, he'll need to actually work for it this time; no slipping the ropes or jiggling the knot loose. ]
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The room is silent as Bucky works, but the silence isn't oppressive like it was earlier. Instead, it holds the electric charge of anticipation for both of them. Maybe they're both perverts, but they're in this together, and that's all that matters to Steve.]
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Stop me if it's too much. If I do something wrong, okay?
[ There's an edge of fear in his tone, beyond the plea evident as he speaks. This is new, potentially damaging territory for the both of them, and he wouldn't be able to bear it if he knew he hurt his friend.
As it stands, he needs to be able to trust Steve as much as Steve trusts him. And he isn't quite sure about the blindfold, but he feels far less of a need for it this time around. ]
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[His voice is quiet, but steady. It's not like Bucky could physically damage him, and Steve, being Steve, doesn't quite consider the potential for emotional damage. Especially not when he's already settled quite comfortably into that hazy place in his mind where he doesn't quite think the same way he would normally. He registers the fear in Bucky's voice, but can't figure out why it's there.]
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Steve is trussed up like he has a pretty bow on. Bucky starts by just petting him, slowly, and letting instinct take over. For the moment, he needs to observe, to feel things out. ]
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Steve, the leader, on his knees for an old subordinate. Bucky cards his metal fingers through Steve's hair again, drags the backs of his fingers along the sharp edges of Steve's cheekbones. It's nice, he thinks, being adored instead of reviled; having someone want him rather than fear him. It's the kind of thing that goes to a man's head...or other places.
Unable to stand the chafing, Bucky reaches down to unzip his jeans. Before he gets too carried away, he leans down and allows himself to cup Steve's face between his hands and give him a quick kiss on the forehead. Maybe he's just thanking Steve in advance before some of his more unmentionable desires take over. ]
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There's a soft smile on his face after Bucky kisses his forehead, a hint of sadness in the gaze that he keeps somewhere around Bucky's hip. He wants this - wouldn't have told Bucky he did if he didn't - but that doesn't mean that there isn't a part of him that wants tender softness, too. Maybe someday, he'll be able to talk Bucky into it. But for now, they have this.]
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boxers? briefs? boxerbriefs?
YES
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