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Just say you do - For thepiratestorm, Britbrit99, zacharypay1_alisa, musicluvr10, call_me_kayyyyy, HClarke42, Nadesicokitty, DanielleRivers70 and that one anon who asked for a marriage,
Bucky
“See, for someone who says she’s scared of kids, you do well with him,” Bucky says, sitting back and sipping at his cup of tea as he watches Natasha adjust a wriggling TJ in her lap whilst holding a brightly coloured stuffie and booping him with it to make him giggle.
“Only this kid,” she grumbles, rolling her eyes. “And that’s probably only because I know far too well how to handle you.”
He snorts at bit at that, causing his son’s eyes to briefly flick over to him, before he’s back to being consumed by playing with Natasha. “Doesn’t change the fact you do well with him,” he says, pausing before sighing. “So, I wanted to talk to you a little.”
“Oh?” Nat asks, seamlessly continuing. “About what?”
“Steve,” Bucky replies with a sigh.
“Don’t tell me there’s anything wrong with you two - everyone can see you’re still disgustingly smitten with one another,” she says, looking at him with one eyebrow raised. “And he adores Teddy, so that’s not the problem either.”
“It’s not,” Bucky says, suddenly feeling a little bad for worrying her… and feeling perhaps a little bad for wanting more than he’s got when she’s right - everything really is so good. “But I… This is going to sound ridiculously sappy - or maybe just ridiculous - but he’s the one.”
“We know. And this needs discussing because…?” She asks, and Bucky sighs.
“So we’ve been living together for a while now, we’ve made it official that TJ and I aren’t going anywhere - like, there’s no need to search for an apartment because none of us want to be apart and I sort of… Is it weird if I feel like I want to make everything properly official? Like… I want everything with him - marriage, mating… everything,” he says, emphasising the last word because it really is the most important one here.
“So does he, I expect. But you didn’t really think he’d ask you, did you?” She asks, and Bucky’s head snaps up at that from where it had migrated downwards until he was staring resolutely at his own shoes out of sheer self consciousness.
“What? Why not?” He asks, hoping he doesn’t sound as whiny out loud as he does in his own head.
Natasha sighs knowingly, like a teacher who has just been asked a very silly and possibly repetitive question by a student. “Because of everything that’s happened with him. He hides it well, but he’s still going to have some insecurities because of Lo,” she says, and Bucky’s heart hammers and he feels a little sick, because Steve… Steve doesn’t deserve to have those sorts of scars or hangups. And of course, whilst Bucky knows that if he does they’re nothing to do with him or their relationship, it’s hard not to internalize it even a little bit.
Thankfully, before he can say anything, Natasha continues. “The thing is, you know Steve respects you, right? Well, I think he still thinks that he forced Lorraine into the position where she rejected him, and he doesn’t want to do that with you - especially when you’ve kind of had a lot of things forced on you, even if you chose to keep this little guy at the end of it all,” she reasons, gently booping TJ with the stuffie at the end and getting a cry of delight from him as he makes haphazard grabs towards the toy. “But that’s not to say he doesn’t want it himself really, he just doesn’t want to make you feel pressured by asking.”
“So what are you suggesting?” Bucky asks, though he thinks he might already know, and his heart rate is kicking up because if he is right, he knows what he wants to do - and what he needs to do.
“Ask him. And before you panic, it doesn’t need to be some big thing, and you absolutely can ask a guy to marry you even if he’s an Alpha and you’re an Omega. Look at Clint - he’s a Beta and he asked me even if I’m the Alpha here,” she says simply with a shrug. “Sure, it’s not traditional, but what part of your relationship with Steve has been?”
Bucky knows the answer to that, and it’s absolutely nothing.
“So uh,” he says, looking up at her with a small smile on his face as his heart races even faster. “I’d still need a ring, right?”
“I’d say you would,” Natasha agrees, smiling wolfishly herself. “Is this the part where you ask for my help in choosing one?”
“I…. yeah,” Bucky breathes out, the word coming out heavier and more decisive than possibly any other word he’s ever muttered in his life. “Do you think I need to ask his Mom?”
“I don’t think you need to, but if you did I think we all know what she’d say,” she replies, and Bucky’s heart warms even more, because he’s pretty sure that he knows, for sure. She’s made it quite clear that she’s never seen Steve so happy, and the frequency with which she turns up at their home for visits speaks even more volumes. Hell, she’s even met with his Mom now whilst his parents had been down for their second visit, and as he’d predicted, the pair of them had been chatting away like old friends by the end of the first evening.
“I’ll do it,” he says, his voice sounding a little odd and faraway, even to him - though he knows why. It’s because he suddenly feels like he’s about to have everything he never knew that he ever wanted all over again - he’d only had it once before, and that was when he’d finally admitted to himself that he wanted to keep TJ, and then there’d been something similar but not this intense when he and Steve had finally got together. “And then we can ring shop?”
Natasha grins again. “We can ring shop. And I can also shop for an outfit for your wedding at the same time. We’ll go into the city and make a day of it.”
Bucky nods, he has a few things to get sorted before he does this, but he knows he’s going to.
*****
It takes a few weeks to get everything in line.
When he speaks to Sarah Rogers, she squeals down the phone at him and expressly tells him that she’s never heard of a better idea in her entire life, and that she is a firm believer in “when you know you know”. In theory, this is actually the easiest part of the whole thing.
He does tell Becca about his plans, who is almost as enthusiastic as his hopefully-mother-in-law-to-be, and tells him she wants a blow-by-blow breakdown of how it goes the next day when he’s done getting laid… and then, of course, she reminds him of the importance of contraception, as if he hadn’t used a damn condom the night he accidentally made Teddy, and as if he and Steve don’t have a lot of sex anyway - not that she needs to know that, of course.
Natasha actually drives him to get a ring, and sure, given he’s only just about to go back to work it makes a little dent in his savings, but all being well Steve is going to wear this forever. It needs to be right, and it’s worth spending a little more on. He chooses something simple and silver, with just a line of light blue through the centre in a shade that reminds him of Steve’s eye colour.
It had been the first one he had been drawn to, and he was just superstitious enough to go with his gut entirely.
He thinks about asking Steve in the most elaborate of ways, of planning days out or date nights or whatever, but in the end he realizes that the most important thing to Steve is going to be that this comes from the heart. And so, he settles for something else.
They’re sitting out in the garden at their home, with Teddy happily in Bucky’s arms playing with his hair. Steve had used the grill to cook dinner, with Bucky throwing together a couple of sides and calling it a good job, and it had been just so simple and easy, much like everything seemed to be these days, especially now that TJ was over his latest sleep regression and they were all getting a good night’s rest these days.
“I can’t believe the little guy’s big enough that you’ll be heading back to work soon,” Steve murmurs, and Bucky sighs softly. TJ is getting a lot bigger - there are no two ways around it, and he really does have to go back to work - albeit he’s going back on a part time basis to begin with and working back up to his previous schedule. They’ve found a wonderful daycare for the baby and Bucky knows it must be costing them because Steve hasn’t even let him see the first invoice that they’ve already paid to reserve his space.
“I know. I’ve missed work in my own way, but it’s been so good to really take my time and be with him, you know? I’m going to miss that every day,” he admits, turning and pressing his lips to his son’s chubby - and inexplicably sticky - cheek, getting a big smile back for his efforts before TJ goes back to what he was doing.
“I know you will,” Steve says, but he doesn’t suggest that Bucky takes more or that he gives up work altogether and Bucky is glad for it - he knows not every Omega goes back, but it feels right for him and Steve had listened to that as he always listened to everything.
“But hey, it’ll make getting home all the better, huh?” he asks, gently adjusting the baby’s weight in his arms as he does, before moving him down and putting him on the playmat that’s between them on the decking, TJ immediately becoming interested in one of the pieces of the mobile hanging above him.
Steve nods. “It does for me when I get to come home to both of you. You both make my day so much better,” he says reassuringly and Bucky’s heart flip flops as he gently pets his pocket and feels the outline of the little box in there.
“You make everything better for us, too,” Bucky says, and Steve’s eyes sparkle a little and he puffs up slightly with Alpha pride in a way that Bucky finds endearing rather than annoying. He opens his mouth to speak, but Bucky shakes his head and he closes it again. “And because you do, I have something I’d like to speak to you about, if that’s okay?”
“You know you can always speak to me, Buck,” Steve says, though he looks perhaps a little apprehensive. Bucky would feel worse about it, he knows that he would, but more than that right now he knows that he’s about to make it better - or at least he’s pretty damn sure.
It’s that, or this is about to get really damn awkward and his stomach flips a little with the nerves.
He moves, glancing at TJ who is thankfully still occupied, and he thanks his lucky stars that he seems to have the most easy-going baby on the planet. It’s two steps to Steve, and as he takes them his heart hammers relentlessly and his mouth goes dry, which is kind of awkward when he really needs to speak.
“Listen, Steve - I know we’ve been through a hell of a lot of stuff in not very much time, and you took on a hell of a lot when you took on me,” he starts softly. “I’m not great at this word stuff, so the most real thing I can tell you right now is that I love you - we love you - and I don’t know where we would really be without you now. And that’s the thing, when I think about that, I know that I never want to be without you. So, this might sound like it’s fast, but I guess everything has been fast with us - and I might be greedy for wanting more when you’ve given us so much, but Steve - I do want more. I want everything with you - how would you feel about marrying me, and becoming Mates?”
As he finishes what he’s saying, surprised that he’s managed to get all of the words out without tripping over them all even if he’s been thinking about what to say for weeks on end now since that first conversation about this with Natasha, he kneels down, and pulls out the little box.
He isn’t sure of what Steve says - if anything - for a few seconds as he opens it and looks up, blood roaring in his ears as his eyes connect with the baby blues in front of him.
Steve doesn’t look horrified, just surprised, and even as Bucky watches - fingers fumbling with the catch of the box - something in his gaze softens and the corners of his lips twitch up.
There are a few more seconds of silence, both of them just staring at one another, and then - finally - it’s broken.
“Buck, do you have any idea how much I want that with you? But I couldn’t ask - I wish I had now - but I didn’t want to rush you. And I - fuck, yes, of course,” he says, moving himself then and leaning down to kiss Bucky more thoroughly than is probably appropriate given they’re in the goddamn yard, but Bucky does not give a single shit. He couldn’t.
“Who cares who asked, I just… I never want you to feel like you’re too much for me. For us. I just hope we’re not too much for you,” he says quietly, kissing Steve gently between every few words as he pulls the ring from the box and slides it onto his Alpha’s ring finger, watching as he tests the weight and admires it.
“You could never be too much for me, either. I just… hang on,” he says quietly. “I promise I’m not running away, there’s just something you should really know about I think…”
He heads back into the house and Bucky sits there, heart pounding and confused, the only sound being the birds, the gentle rustle of the wind between the plants and TJ’s gentle noises, until Steve comes back out, looking flustered and awkward and with… with a box of his own.
“I wanted you from the moment I met you,” he tells Bucky, coming and kneeling in front of him, so they’re both at eye level again. “And then I got to know you and it became more. And I… Fuck, I never saw this happening, but as soon as I realised you felt for me how I feel for you, I got this. Because I knew that one day, when things slowed down a bit, I’d ask you to marry me. But you’ve kind of beaten me to it.”
Bucky feels his heart pound again as Steve opens the box, showing a similar simple silver band, though this one has a pattern of gems, bright diamonds he thinks - not that it matters at all because Steve could honestly have presented him with a ring pop and his answer would have been the same.
“I think you know what my answer would be now, huh? This is probably a bit anticlimactic for you,” he teases, his voice rough with emotion as Steve takes it, and slides it onto Bucky’s own finger.
“Sort of, but this would have been my final courting gift. Your engagement ring. I want to be your husband, Buck,” he says quietly, and Bucky nods, feeling just a little bit emotional as he leans forward and kisses his Alpha like his goddamn life depends on it.
“Marriage, then Mating. One little part of this whole thing we can actually do the right way, huh?” He asks softly against Steve’s lips when he’s done and Steve nods.
“Whatever you want, I’m yours,” he replies, and Bucky’s heart sings, if only because he feels the exact same way for Steve.
For his fiance.
Fuck, he loves that.
*****
The Wedding Edition for thepiratestorm, britbrit99 and zacharypay1_alisa, CanadianGarrison, musicluvr10, auntiesuze, controlofwhatido
Steve
“Feeling nervous?” Sam asks, and Steve… Steve actually doesn’t. Strangely, even standing here at the alter, he’s completely calm and he is calm, he realizes, because this feels right.
He has no doubt that Bucky will absolutely be here, and it’s nothing to do with the fact that Bucky was technically the one to ask him to get married - it’s because he knows they’re both all in. There is nothing one-sided about this.
“Nope,” He replies simply, and Sam beams toothily at him.
“Good, you shouldn’t be - that Omega loves you more than anything, except that gorgeous kid of yours,” he adds and Steve smiles at the thought of TJ, for whom they’ve found a tiny suit almost matching their own for the occasion today, along with tiny - yet very expensive - dress shoes. Either way, he’s even more of a heartbreaker than usual in the get up, so it’s worth every cent.
“I love him too,” Steve replies and Sam snorts.
“We knew that even when we shouldn’t have. Either way, it’s a damn good thing you do right now when you’re about to marry the guy and ride off into the sunset to your honeymoon where you’ll no doubt…” he trails off and Steve’s glad, though this is already enough to make him blush.
It shouldn’t - of course it shouldn’t - they literally had a kid even if Steve hadn’t technically sired him, but Mating with someone was intimate and private. It was intimate and private enough that Steve and Bucky really did have a long weekend away after this as a sort of miniature honeymoon in order to do just that without TJ - who would be with Bucky’s sister - present.
Thankfully, Steve is saved from answering.
Just then the music starts and everyone hastily sits down and is quiet and Steve… Steve stands a little straighter and looks at the door, waiting for the few moments it takes for them to open and then… then Bucky is there.
He walks in with TJ up on his hip and Becca and Natasha a step behind and he looks stunning. Steve doesn’t even really notice what the girls are wearing because his boys are there and it’s absolutely all he needs, especially when they both give him matching grins and his heart flutters and feels like it might burst with how much love he has for the both of them.
Bucky, of course, looks at him right back, and Steve can’t believe how lucky he’s got and how loved he is and it’s a huge struggle for him not to lean down and kiss Bucky as he reaches him, but somehow he manages it and instead watches as his fiance hands their baby easily to Becca. As he does, TJ babbles happily and there are a few ‘aww’s’ from the congregation of friends and family surrounding them.
And that is when the music slowly stops, and the ceremony starts.
Steve doesn’t remember all of it, he doesn’t need to. Instead, he will remember the way he feels and the way that Bucky looks at him and the fact that neither of them can stop smiling the entire time they say their vows to one another.
It’s the most wonderful feeling, and the weight of the ring feels like the best kind of tangible reminder that it’s happened, but then he gets to kiss the gorgeous Omega in front of him - his husband - and he can hear their son screeching somewhere behind them like he’s every bit as happy as they are, and it’s absolutely perfect.
*****
Bucky
“So, how does it feel knowing you’ll never get away from me now?” Bucky asks Steve teasingly as they gently turn during their first dance as a married couple. He’s pressed against the comforting solid weight of Steve’s chest and sure, Steve isn’t much of a dancer and it’s down to Bucky to keep the rhythm despite him being the Omega, but it’s perfect. It feels like they’re completely in their own little bubble despite the full room of people who love and support them around them.
Steve chuckles softly, pressing a kiss to his forehead and Bucky is vaguely aware of the flashes of a camera as he does. “It feels absolutely perfect,” he murmurs. “Why wouldn’t it? I’ve married my Mate, we have a gorgeous family and we have the support of all these people here.”
Buky smiles up at him before pointing out the obvious. “I’m not your mate yet.”
“Soon enough, though. Unless you’ve changed your mind,” Steve murmurs and Bucky takes a second to marvel at the fact he doesn’t even sound annoyed about the suggestion. In fact, Bucky knows that if he changed his mind - which he won’t - and wanted to wait a little longer, Steve would absolutely wait for him to be one hundred percent in.
“Absolutely not, I wasn’t kidding when I told you I want all of you,” he promises, leaning up for a kiss, which elicits a few more camera flashes as they continue to sway together, just before more people start to pour onto the dancefloor to join them.
“Good,” Steve says, and the single word comes out like a promise, which Bucky supposes it is as much as the vows they made to each other earlier in the day were.
Bucky doesn’t have anything good enough to say to that, or perhaps it’s that there isn’t actually anything that needs to be said at all, so instead he leans up and kisses his Alpha - his husband again, just enjoying this little moment before they have to share themselves again with the rest of the party around them.
*****
Steve
“Alright, how did I know you’d make this kind of mess with a slice of cake, huh?” Steve asks, scooping up a very sticky child from the floor and deftly using the baby wipe he’d had the foresight to have at the ready beforehand and mopping up his face with it before handling his tiny fingers.
“Probably because he loves anything that he could possibly make a mess with?” Bucky asks from his side, coming in with a second wipe and making short work of anything left over from Steve’s cursory clean up.
“I’m definitely going to miss sticky fingers on everything,” Steve replies, shaking his head.
“I know,” Bucky sighs out, and Steve sort of wants to reach for him, except for the fact that he has his hands full. “It’s going to be weird being without him for so long, isn’t it? And I know it’s only three days, but…”
“But we’ve only done overnight a couple of times before. But you know, he’ll be fine with Becca,” Steve points out, though he feels the same. Thank god they live in a world where video calling is as easy as it is and that he knows that his sister in law will provide them with every update needed to ensure they get to enjoy their mini-break of a honeymoon without worrying about their baby.
“He’ll love it,” Bucky says drily, and he will. “But it doesn’t mean that the thought of seeing him won’t be like an extra little treat for when we get home.”
“It will,” Steve agrees warmly leaning in for a little kiss of Teddy’s cheek, especially as he can see Becca making her way over and he knows what the time is. “Right, you’re going to be good, aren’t you?”
Teddy babbles some nonsense at him and then gives him a huge, toothy grin, which he assumes means agreement, so he kisses his cheek again and gets a giggle for his efforts.
“Good,” Bucky murmurs. “And don’t you dare take your first steps when you’re away, I really do want to be around for that.”
“He’s still a little young, he’s not really even pulling himself up yet,” Steve reminds him, though if he’s honest he’s had similar thoughts himself.
“I know, but still - he likes to surprise us. Remember how fast he started crawling?” He asked, an Steve nods, because that had been something of a shock - one minute he was still, then there was rolling and then within no time at all he was off.
“I’m sure he’ll wait for you,” Becca says brightly, coming over and reaching her hands out. “It’s only a couple of days, and I promised I’d video call with you whenever you want - though I’m pretty sure I’m going to regret it,” she adds, rolling her eyes. Steve rather thinks she might be right - he knows what Bucky is like… but he isn’t much better, if at all.
He hands the wriggling toddler over, ignoring the squawk of indignance that is probably because with everything going on today, his regular schedule has been completely interrupted.
“Right, we’d better start thinking about heading on,” he says, knowing they still have a few goodbye’s to do, and Bucky nods back at him.
“I think we should, or I’m going to end up not going. TJ - you be good for Aunty Becca, and we’ll see you in a few days, okay buddy?” He asks and TJ gives him another grin, almost like he understands. “Right I - come on, Steve.”
Steve can scent the anxiety rising in Bucky’s scent, so he steps closer, tucking him into his side and tries to hide his own apprehension and Becca gives him a little encouraging smile.
“You two are way too cute. I’m glad you have this,” she says quietly and Steve smiles back at her.
“Me too. Come on now, Buck. You can call as soon as we get to the hotel,” he promises and Becca nods.
“We’ll be back at your place by then anyway, seeing as we’re staying there whilst you’re away,” she promises and Steve feels Bucky sigh out next to him, watching him watch TJ as he does.
“Okay. I can do this,” he says, and Steve slips a hand to the small of his back as he finally steps away.
*****
The Honeymoon - for PixelatedCaffeine, who wanted to see the boys have their honeymoon baby-free and aciremii, thepiratestorm, britbrit99, zacharypay1_alisa, CanadianGarrison, call_me_kayyyyy, auntiesuze, controlofwhatido, HClarke42… but also everyone else who wanted to see our boys Mated and happy
Bucky
“This is the perfect end to the day,” Bucky says, leaning back in the comfy chair he’s sitting in on the private balcony to their hotel room. They have a gorgeous sweeping ocean view, and the quietness and the scenery make it feel like they’re a lot further away from New York than they actually are, and they’ve spent the day generally being lazy, enjoying each other and had an afternoon in the hotel’s spa - and Bucky feels completely and thoroughly spoiled and relaxed.
“It’s nice, huh?” Steve asks, refilling Bucky’s wine for him using a bottle that had been in the room’s wet bar and was probably going to cost them a small fortune - but as Steve kept repeating, this was their honeymoon. They were only doing this once, and they might as well enjoy it.
“Definitely. I feel so relaxed right now, though the fact we only just spoke to Becca and TJ might be partly to blame for it,” he admits, and Steve nods. “Don’t get me wrong, it’s kind of nice to have some time off and just some time to ourselves, but…”
“But he’s still our kid and it’s natural to miss him,” Steve supplies, and Bucky nods, glad that his Alpha understands him so easily.
“He’ll definitely be the best part of going home when we have to do that part,” Bucky says, sipping at the wine and sighing out a little bit. “Help heal the holiday blues… Ironic really, when he was accidentally the source of my holiday blues last time.”
“You were in a very different place then,” Steve says gently, taking his hand and giving it a soft, affectionate squeeze.
“I was. And really, he led me here in the end, didn’t he?” he asks quietly, though he supposes that actually, given the mutual friend they have in Natasha, there was still technically a chance he might have met Steve anyway - but it might have all been so different.
Steve hums in response and leans back, sipping his own glass whilst playing gently with Bucky’s fingers.
They sit like that watching the sun slowly go down for a few minutes, and Bucky finds himself marveling at the fact that they don’t actually need to talk, they can just be.
It’s perfect.
“Hey Steve?” Bucky asks quietly and Steve turns, glancing at his wine glass and if he’s honest he swoons a little because really, this man is so goddamn caring. “Do you wanna make out with me a little bit?”
“You even have to ask?” Steve replies, a small smile on his lips even as he stands, pulling Bucky up with him and reeling him in. Immediately, he wraps his arms around him and kisses him, softly and sweetly at first and then more insistently, his tongue running across Bucky’s lower lip, the taste sweeter even than the wine they’ve just been drinking.
He keeps kissing, hands gently touching Bucky’s sides, his waist and round to his ass, somehow deceptively light and leaving Bucky wanting more, even as he’s so painfully aware of each and every touch. His own hands wander and Steve’s breath hitches, but he doesn’t move away and back - he just kisses with perhaps a little more conviction and it’s as delicious as it is intoxicating.
He moans softly, and Steve all but swallows the sound, squeezing his ass suggestively as he does which brings Bucky closer to him and also makes him gasp out as it heightens his arousal.
His hands migrate, arms going around Steve’s neck and he loves this, loves that they’re unhurried and that they can just take this moment to stand here and make out like a pair of horny teenagers and allow themselves to get completely wrapped up in one another. He couldn’t ask for more… or at least he thinks that he can’t, until Steve moves, scooping him up onto his arms.
Instinctively, Bucky wraps his legs around Steve’s waist, not even slightly conscious of his weight - he more than knows that Steve can take it and that he likes to do so. And so, instead of worrying about anything he holds on as he feels himself being walked back inside of the hotel room from the balcony until Steve reaches the bed and puts him gently down, barely breaking the kiss the whole time.
Bucky still clings though, not wanting anything other than the solid, warm weight of Steve above him and thankfully Steve comes easily, holding himself up on his forearms and knees, still without breaking the kiss at all. Instead, Bucky adds tongue and nibbles on his lip and Steve lets out a low, rumbling moan that makes Bucky’s toes curl because it’s so damn delicious.
Thankfully, much like Bucky himself, Steve clearly isn’t in a rush. He shifts his weight, and frees up a hand, gently running it up and over Bucky’s torso making him shiver, as always so attuned to what his Alpha is doing… though of course, Steve isn’t his Alpha.
Or at least, he isn’t yet.
That was going to change, and Bucky rather felt it was going to change soon, and he relished the thought… but right now he was relishing Steve’s mouth on his, his tongue exploring deep and thorough and claiming, and one of his hands beginning to wander below his shirt now, fingers brushing against Bucky’s heated skin.
Bucky lets out a noise of his own, just a soft moan but it makes Steve smile against his mouth as Bucky seizes the light moment of distraction to slip both hands up and under the hem of Steve’s shirt, pushing it up over his narrow waist, exposing the hard planes of his stomach as he does.
Steve makes another soft noise and pushes back down, doubling his efforts to permanently join himself to Bucky via their mouths, only breaking when Bucky manages to push the fabric of the T-shirt up and over his shoulders, to where Steve pulls it off over his head, a smile on his lips.
Thankfully, he quickly decided that being the only one without his shirt on wasn’t what he wanted and did the same to Bucky, kissing at every inch of skin that he exposed, before lavishing attention on Bucky’s left nipple, causing him to arch and gasp out.
“Mmm, those are a lot more sensitive since I was pregnant,” Bucky murmurs, because although he’s long past feeding TJ that way, he’s never really lost how much more feeling he has there now. It’s wonderful, especially in a situation like this.
He lavishes them with his tongue, swirling around before sucking on the whole area, coming away with a soft ‘pop’ and blowing lightly, causing the puckered flesh to peak further as Bucky whines softly at the loss. “I know,” he murmurs, a fantastically dirty little smirk on those lips before he moves to the other side, going for the other one.
He’s hardly gentle, but Bucky doesn’t need him to be - instead, he enjoys the attention, tugging softly on Steve’s hair and grinding upwards, not getting any friction below the line of his waistband because Steve is still annoyingly holding himself up, but enjoying the motion. Again, neither of them is rushing and it’s perfect because of that.
Gradually though, the clothes come off. Bucky wants it, and Steve clearly does too, and eventually it leaves them both naked and hard and panting, hair sticking up in every direction. Bucky can feel that he’s been leaking slick and he can smell it in the air of their suite too, but it absolutely doesn’t matter - especially not with the way that Steve’s pupils are blown wide and he’s staring at Bucky like he’s the most special thing he’s ever seen or held in his life.
The thing is, Bucky is pretty sure he’s staring at him right back in much the same way, and he’s far too in love and in awe of the gorgeous Alpha in front of him.
“So, are we moving past making out tonight, Buck?” Steve asks him, voice deep and low and sultry and breathless and Bucky… Bucky nods.
“We are. I… I want you, Steve,” he murmurs, as if it’s anything new at all, but Steve still smiles like he’s sunshine itself and nods gently, moving to lower his head and Bucky lets him, feeling his lips against his neck.
He can hear Steve rummaging in the drawer of the bedside cabinet, and he gently runs a hand over Steve’s shoulder and down his arm to his hand, taking the small plastic case he’s holding.
“You don’t gotta, Stevie,” he murmurs softly, knowing that for most people that wouldn’t be enough of an explanation, but they’ve talked about this and the plan was always to do it on their honeymoon - why not now?
“Hmm?” Steve asks, pulling back from the area of Bucky’s neck he’d been spoiling and looking at him adoringly.
“This,” Bucky says, wrapping his hand around Steve’s fingers and the bite guard within. “You wanna bite tonight, maybe you should bite.”
“Always wanna bite with you, Buck I…” he trails off then, clearly suddenly understanding what’s being offered. “Shit, now? You’re sure?”
“Unless you don’t want to - I don’t want to rush you Steve but I thought… well, we’re married, this is our honeymoon, we’ve got no kid to worry about…” he says softly, suddenly feeling more anxious than he thought he would because what if he is rushing his partner?
“No, fuck, Bucky I… I want that,” Steve says, and one look tells Bucky everything he needs to know about how honest and earnest Steve is being. Steve does want this.
Bucky feels relief flood him, especially as the love and warmth in Steve’s scent peaks and instead of speaking more, he gently pries the object from his husband’s fingers and flings it across the room, listening to it clatter as it hits the floor somewhere some distance away from them.
“Let’s see where this goes then, huh, Alpha?” He asks softly, and Steve lets out another strangled noise before leaning down and kissing him more thoroughly than ever, making Bucky’s toes curl and a moan hitch in his chest as he melts into it, touching every inch of his Alpha and letting Steve take the reins again.
As carefully and adoringly as he always does he does the prep they both know that Bucky needs, but not too much that he won’t feel every inch, and Bucky adores that about him. He supposes that’s the thing about a committed, long-term relationship - you end up knowing everything about each other, down to the wants and needs and what makes sex so much better.
When he’s finally three fingers deep and Bucky is moaning like he’s damn well paid to do it, Steve kisses the side of his mouth one more time, and Bucky looks up into his eyes again and nods. They both know he’s ready, after all.
Steve moves back and carefully looks Bucky over, and Bucky can’t help but smirk at him. These days he doesn’t worry about Steve looking over him, the way his cock continues to jut proudly from his body as he does says everything about what he thinks about the view, after all.
“Come here,” Bucky tells him, his voice deeper and surer than he’s ever even heard it himself, and it clearly lights a fire in Steve because he does.
“You good with this position, Buck?” He asks softly, pressing soft kisses as he kind of smothers Bucky with his body. Bucky doesn’t care, in fact he does quite the opposite - he revels in the feel of it and the closeness it affords them, as well as that gorgeous feeling he seldom got before Steve where he feels safe and loved and small and cherished.
“Mmm, Alpha, I’d like that, wanna see you,” he murmurs, knowing they don't need full sentences now, especially when he can clearly feel Steve’s arousal pressing against his hip, grinding softly in a way that Bucky knows means he can’t really help it.
Bucky doesn’t want him to help it, though. He wants to feel it and he wants it inside of him, and he wants it right fucking now.
“Steve,” he says gently, reaching up and tugging softly at his hair, giving him something to ground himself on if he needs it. “Come on, Alpha. I trust you and I want you.”
He knows the moment seems and sounds strange, something so soft in the middle of something so instinctive and needful, but that’s okay. Steve looks at him so fucking adoringly that he knows he’s fine, especially when he moves fully between Bucky’s legs and lines himself up, before beginning to push in.
They both gasp out and hiss, needing that friction and it’s so fucking delicious Bucky is halfway convinced he could weep with how great it feels.
He’s well over the confidence crisis he had post-partum and he gets to fully enjoy the moment - or moments - now, and he closes his eyes and lets himself feel.
It doesn’t last long.
“Buck,” Steve breathes, and he opens them again, reaching for a kiss now that Steve is fully seated inside of him, which Steve gives him, followed quickly by several quicker ones, before he groans.
“Killing me here, Buck,” he says softly, and Bucky wriggles gently, shifting his hips in a way that makes Steve hiss between his teeth.
“Move then, Alpha,” he breathes, putting emphasis on the word and that does it, Steve shivers once and then all hell breaks loose.
He very quickly goes from gentle, shallow thrusts to having Bucky’s legs wrapped around his waist and he’s moving faster and faster and faster and Bucky can’t complain as he hears Steve gasp and moan into his ear, his own passionate noises mixed in with that and the slap-slap of skin against skin.
His hands come to wrap around Steve’s neck, holding them as close together as they can get, nails digging into the flesh, though Steve doesn’t seem to mind: no, if anything, his speed and pressure gets more and Bucky almost whites out with how overwhelming it is.
All too soon, he feels Steve’s knot expanding, pushing against the rim of his ass with every thrust, teasing and making Bucky want, even as his dick is being stimulated with the drag and slide against the lower part of Steve’s stomach where it’s mostly just muscle anyway. Even so, it’s still not enough and he wants more and he wriggles, moving, trying to get that right angle before…oh.
Oh.
He swears, opening his eyes wide as Steve hits that sweet, sensitive spot inside of him that has him seeing stars and feeling colors and he’s so fucking relieved because holy shit, but he loses himself in that moment and he knows exactly why Steve waited until then to actually do it to him.
Keening and whining, he moves fingernails running down Steve’s back now as Steve mumbles sweet nothings to him, punctuating his words with soft gentle kisses against Bucky’s flush skin.
“Gonna knot you now, Buck,” he murmurs after a blissful period of this, And Bucky gasps, nodding out because he wants that so badly right now he can feel it, can feel his body is ready, the tension already unspooling him and curling up his toes at the end of the bed.
Steve’s rhythm falters slightly as he builds to his own crescendo and instinctively, Bucky tilts his head to the side, like he’s been doing for months whenever they have sex. Steve nuzzles the exposed skin softly, hips still pushing against Bucky’s entrance in a way that Bucky knows, despite his pleasure-based delirium, means that soon they’ll be knotted together and right now he doesn’t want anything more than he wants that.
“Steve, please,” he manages, and Steve lets out a soft laugh that tickles hotly against Bucky’s skin before he puts his mouth over Bucky’s scent gland and oh. Oh.
He gently nips it, then laps it better, hips still moving and it’s everything all at once and Bucky is pretty sure for a moment there that he’s going to spontaneously combust because he wants to focus on everything and he tries, he really does but it’s too much in the most delicious way possible.
“You sure you definitely want this? There’s no going back after this,” Steve warns him softly and Bucky appreciates him so fucking much in that moment - the care, the fact he can hold back to make sure this is truly Bucky’s choice until the very end… and yet, Bucky can also recognize, even with a brain that’s just filled with abject horniness that as he so often still does, it’s Steve needing reassurance that Bucky wants him.
He doesn’t think he’ll ever forgive Lorraine for making Steve feel like he’s ever not enough, but now is not the time to dwell on that.
“Steve, I’m always going to want you,” he says, making sure that he makes eye contact because he knows Steve will look for it. “I love you and I want to be your Mate.”
“Already are,” Steve promises him. “I love you too.”
And with that, he is - thankfully - moving again and both of them are moaning, losing themselves in the sensation of it. More than usual, Steve’s nose is pressed into Bucky’s scent gland and it feels wonderful, a whole extra pleasure center but then finally, the ridge of Steve’s knot breaches him and both of them cry out as Bucky feels the beginning of his orgasm begin to tingle at the base of his spine.
“Now, Steve. Now, now, now,” he begs or chants - he isn’t really sure which it is - and Steve does. He does.
Bucky feels the second he’s knotted, loving the fullness and closeness and the way that Steve’s cock presses against that bundle of nerves inside of him, causing him to arch slightly and come between their bodies, the mess of it be damned - but as he does something else is happening.
Steve shudders, gasping out, and leans down at the same time, nuzzling Bucky’s scent gland once more before his mouth closes over it and he bites.
Bucky has heard from some people that this can be painful, but somehow it isn’t. Perhaps he’s too far gone in his own pleasure, but he doesn’t think it’s that - it’s just some pressure, a sharp sting and then it just… bleeds into the pleasure of everything else, causing him to feel like he’s coming again or possibly flying or dying or something as he also becomes aware of Steve’s hips jerking a final time as he moans against the skin, cock pulsing inside of Bucky’s body.
It’s as overwhelming as it is hot as all hell, and when it’s all said and done, all Bucky can do is lie there and pant because he’s so aware of Steve.
Of course, he’s always been very aware of Steve, even when Steve wasn’t his to be aware of, and he’s always gravitated towards the Alpha - his Alpha, his brain helpfully supplies and he knows absolutely in that moment that it’s true and the bite has definitely taken - but this is different. It’s like Steve has become an extension of himself or an extra limb or something - and Bucky can’t help but feel like he’s somehow found something that he didn’t even know he was missing.
“Buck? You okay there?” Steve asks, the concern lacing his voice evident and it melts Bucky’s heart a bit because fucking hell how did he ever get so goddamn lucky?
“I’m so good,” he murmurs softly, leaning up for a kiss. “So good. Are you?”
Steve nods, shifting them so he can hold Bucky close. “Neck okay? It’s… not really bleeding at least.”
“S’fine,” Bucky replies, holding his Alpha close. “It’s taken. I know that.”
“You can’t know that yet,” Steve tells him gently, stroking some of Bucky’s hair away from his face.
“Trust me, I can and I do,” Bucky replies lazily, leaning up for a kiss that Steve’s only too happy to give him.
“I trust you Buck,” Steve says quietly. “And I hope it has.”
And Bucky… Bucky knows it has, and he also knows without a shadow of a doubt that he’s made the right decision. It’s perfect. Steve is perfect for him, and now they’re irrevocably tied. He’d never thought too much about having an Alpha, a Mate or a partner before all of this, but now he got it.
But, instead of overthinking more he sighs, leaning up and having Steve kiss him again, reveling in the aftercare and the soft post-sex moments that they were lucky to be able to enjoy together.
*****
Three years later for thepiratestorm, britbrit99 & aciremii, zacharypay1_alisa, call_me_kayyyyy, and auntiesuze, DanielleRivers70 with a little honorable mention for for soloecal
Steve
“Hey Buck,” Steve says, coming into the kitchen through the back door. Bucky’s home already, which isn’t a surprise, and he’s also clearly picked Teddy up from nursery, because as Steve looks up he sees him hurry past the kitchen doorway close on Alpine’s tail, clearly terrorizing her again.
He leans down, letting Lady off of her leash and watches as she ambles off to join the chaos. Thankfully both of their pets have grown accustomed to dealing with a hyperactive small child, though arguably Lady takes his antics better than Alpine.
“Hey,” Bucky says, coming back in from the utility room where Steve can now hear the washer running. “How was your day?”
As he asks, he leans for a kiss which Steve is only too happy to give him.
“All good, but I think we’re going to have a busy September… though that’s pretty standard,” he adds and it is because clearly, there’s one thing that people do over Christmas and New Years Eve and it doesn’t matter if the weather is poor.
Bucky looks at him and raises an eyebrow. “So I’ve heard. Good job on not breaking client confidentiality, by the way.”
Steve gives him a little grin. “You know I can’t do that, and I knew as soon as we did that scan today and everything was good - a little too good, actually - that Wanda would tell you.”
He watches as his Omega - his husband and Mate - softens and gives him a real smile. “I know. I bet it felt good delivering that news, huh? Though I think she only told me and Darcy as soon as she got back to the office because she was so shocked.”
“I’m not surprised,” Steve admits. In fairness, Wanda had been told today that she was expecting twins which always got people - especially when like Wanda they got pregnant very early on in their attempts. “But she’ll be great.”
“She will - I think she just assumed that wouldn’t happen even though her and Pietro are twins because it’s supposed to skip a generation,” Bucky replies and Steve nods.
“Unfortunately, that is just a wife's tale. Not exactly scientific,” Steve says, and Bucky nods, humming.
“Clearly,” he replies and as Steve watches it’s clear that his attention drifts a little, which makes Steve concerned.
“What?” He asks gently, reaching out a hand and touching Bucky’s hip. “Is this reminding you of…?”
“Sort of,” Bucky admits, and Steve can see why - his own pregnancy journey with TJ hadn’t exactly been easy, not least because for most of his pregnancy Bucky had been convinced that he didn’t actually want the baby he was growing and it had made the whole thing incredibly traumatic.
Steve opens his mouth, but Bucky shakes his head.
“But it also brought up something else that I didn’t expect,” he admits, looking at Steve and swallowing his Adam’s apple bobbing as he does.
Knowing that he needs to, Steve stays quiet and hopes that whatever he wants to say he’s comfortable enough and able to say - though really, Steve has never had a relationship before where he’s able to be so open and so himself, and he knows that Bucky feels the same way. They’ve discussed it enough, after all.
Bucky swallows and wets his lips with his tongue, a small hint of a blush spreading across his cheeks. He looks up at Steve almost shyly before opening his mouth.
“Steve, I… seeing that scan reminded me that TJ isn’t a little baby anymore. And I know I’ve always said I’m not ready for more and we’ll see in the future and whatever, but when I saw that and those little outlines I… missed it more than I thought I would,” he pauses then, and Steve can feel his heart thundering in his chest, picking up at a rate of knots because he thinks he might know what’s coming next, even though he hardly dares to hope.
Thankfully, it’s only a couple of beats before Bucky continues. “I think I know, but this is me asking - how would you feel about maybe having another one?”
Steve’s world stops just for a second because hell, he doesn’t want to put Bucky through that whole thing again, and he doesn’t want him to feel pressured just because he knows without a doubt that Steve would love to have more pups… but this is Bucky offering. It’s different. Bucky is coming to him with a request to give him more babies.
It’s the most special gift anybody could ever give, and here Bucky is offering it to him standing in their kitchen on a Wednesday evening like it’s nothing.
Of course, he’s also waiting for an answer so whilst his thoughts catch themselves up he leans and kisses him, perhaps a little too deeply and lovingly when their kid is around here somewhere, but who cares? It’s a good time for it.
“I’d love to, but only if you’re really sure that-”
“I’m sure, Steve. I saw those little babies on that scan and how happy Wanda looked and I… I want to do that. With you. I want another one, and I want it so bad it scares me a bit, but I’ve had time on it and I know it’s right,” he says gently, and all Steve can do is kiss him again until Bucky pulls back, laughing.
“Stevie, we can’t do much more of this, I’m not making the next one in our kitchen, besides, dinner will burn,” he says, and Steve huffs out a laugh nodding. “But now you’ve said yes, I’m absolutely losing the contraception and the Heat suppressants.”
“Good,” Steve says, and though he’s just been told not to, he can't help but lean down and kiss his Omega one more time, though this one is different - it’s a promise.
*****
Four Months Later
Bucky
“Doesn’t Wanda look amazing?” Darcy asks as they watch her move across the room almost gracefully as she always does, like she’s not seven months pregnant with twins.
“She does. I think I was about the same size as her with TJ and there was only one in there,” Bucky grouses, though he doesn’t mean it. Besides, the evidence is in front of them - due to the twins Wanda has started her maternity leave far earlier than Bucky did, and yet not a moment too soon seeing as her bump no longer fits underneath her desk in the office.
“You weren’t and you know it,” Darcy says, giving him a gentle poke in the arm. “Anywho, I’m going to get some more bubbly before it runs out - want me to grab you one?”
Bucky raises his glass of orange juice and shakes his head. “I’m all good, I’m in charge of TJ later because Steve’s heading out with Sam.”
It’s not a lie exactly, but it is an excuse… and of course, because she’s Darcy she sees through it immediately, eyes narrowing.
“Okay but that never stopped you before, and it’s a single glass, maybe two and-” she tops then, dramatically gasping as she takes in breath. “You’re not.”
Bucky feels his face flush, and his instinct is to deny all claims, but again, this is Darcy. He can’t just lie to her.
“It’s super early days, but maybe just a little bit,” he says, and where with TJ saying that out loud had brought tears, especially the first few times, he instead feels himself grinning. “Don’t tell anyone though - I’m only eight weeks, so we're not telling anyone yet, and besides today is Wanda’s day.”
“Holy shit!” Darcy says, abandoning her glass and leaning in to give him a hug regardless, one that he enthusiastically returns, even accepting the kiss on the cheek. “And you look so happy!”
“Trust me, I wasn’t so happy when I was throwing up everything I ever ate and then some this morning,” he replies, though he can’t even be mad about that, honestly - and Steve had been a star, staying and rubbing his back and giving him water and mouthwash to clean up when he was done.
“I’ll bet, but seriously Bucky, it’s great to see you smiling about it this time,” she says seriously, and he smiles even more then.
“It’s great that it feels like something to smile about this time,” he admits, and it really is. He’d actually been excited when he’d peed on the damn stick and it had come up as positive almost immediately, and it had been even better when he’d gone and woken Steve up by waving the goddamn pee-stick in his face and his Alpha had essentially tackled him to the bed and sprinkled him with kisses to celebrate. And even now, when he was trudging through the early stages where he was tired and nauseous and everything sucked, he had Steve by his side supporting him wholeheartedly - hell, it had been a battle of the wills to convince him to go out tonight and drink when he knew Bucky couldn’t.
“But wait - does this mean you and Wanda are both deserting me?” She asks then, tone turning accusatory though Bucky can only laugh.
“Listen, by the time I need to go on leave Wanda will basically be back and-”
“Oh god if I sit on that desk you share will I end up pregnant? Is it something about that desk?” She asks, and Bucky starts actually laughing then.
“Trust me, that desk had nothing to do with the process for me, and I doubt it did for Wanda, either,” he tells her and she sighs dramatically again.
“Well… fine. But I want you to know that whilst I’m completely over the moon for you both, I’m very angry you’re leaving me to it. Robert Plant will have to be my best office friend now,” she tells him, referencing the plant that lived on his desk.
“I’m sure Robert will appreciate it,” he replies, leaning to give her another hug. “Now, remember, keep it quiet, get your prosecco and I’m going to pee because all that laughing…”
“Yeah, yeah, pregnant bladder, I know, I’m surrounded by preggos now,” she grumbles, though her tone holds no venom. “But really, congratulations, Mama Bear.”
“Thanks Darce,” he says, as he moves away and heads to the bathroom, still unable to get that smile off his face.