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Epilogue
“You’re going back to work?” Steve’s eyes were wide and a smile tugged at his lips.
“Yeah, I…” Bucky ran his fingers through his hair. “Natasha told me that a few of my regulars didn’t take kindly to my… absence and started working with someone else.” He walked over to the couch and sat next to Steve, nudging Bastille over. “I’m going to have to build myself back up.”
Steve frowned. “What will that be like?”
“A lot more new clients,” Bucky explained. “But most of my regulars are sticking with me.”
“With the new clients,” Steve hedged, “will you be… meeting them somewhere new?”
Bucky knew what he was asking. It wasn’t like the first time when he’d pushed, asking Bucky about his work when he wasn’t ready to share it. This was Steve’s protectiveness, the shield he used to keep Bucky safe.
“Nat told me that the new first meet will be in The Surrey lounge,” he explained. “She has access to the camera feed – don’t ask me how. I have an appointment Wednesday night at eight.”
Steve nodded but his expression remained pensive. After a long moment of hesitation, he asked, “You’re ready, right?”
Bucky took a deep breath and crawled over Steve, straddling his lap. “I know you’re worried.”
“I am,” Steve confirmed, reaching up to touch Bucky’s cheek. “But I trust that you’ll know when it’s the right time.”
Leaning forward, Bucky pulled Steve into a slow kiss. “You always take such good care of me when I come home from work, Daddy,” he breathed and Steve’s countenance shifted immediately.
He took Bucky by the back of the neck and deepened the kiss, licking into his mouth. Bucky moaned and happily let Steve take over. It had been clear for some time that Steve liked fucking Bucky after he’d been working, he liked knowing when Bucky hadn’t been allowed to come, or if he was sensitive from coming too much. For a man who’d wanted someone to take care of him and accept his career, Bucky couldn’t describe how incredible it felt to have this – to have Steve.
He was always so firm, but in the gentlest way that Bucky had ever experienced. Bucky had been having sex since he was eighteen, and he’d been getting paid for it since he was twenty-five, and he’d had some decent orgasms. But truly good sex was new – and it was all Steve.
“Daddy, you make me so hard,” Bucky moaned as Steve kissed down his neck.
“Mmm, baby,” he rasped, running both hands around Bucky’s back and down to grip his ass. “You’re so good, getting hard for Daddy like that.” He squeezed Bucky and began leading him, encouraging him to grind his erection against Steve’s. “You feel that?” He growled. “Feel how hard you made your Daddy?”
“Yes, yes,” Bucky gasped.
“Do you like doing that?” Steve began lifting his hips as Bucky moved forward, increasing the stimulation. “Do you like getting me hot?”
“Y-yeah, God, yeah,” Bucky panted. “Daddy, please, can we – go to bed? Please?”
“That what you want?” Steve asked and bit down on Bucky’s neck, making him yelp. “You want Daddy to fuck you?”
“Uhn, Daddy, please!”
Steve didn’t make him wait; he stood up, lifting Bucky right along with him and carried him through the apartment to their bed. He made quick work of Bucky’s clothes, but then he slowed down, opening him up with careful efficiency that drove Bucky wild. By the time he was finally lifting Bucky’s thighs over his shoulders to slip inside him, Bucky had a steady stream of pre-come leaking from his dick.
“Daddy,” Bucky cried out, trying to bear down and take more, but Steve held him fast.
“Just take it,” he growled, sending shivers down Bucky’s spine. “Be my good boy.”
Bucky’s dick twitched and he nodded. “Mmm, wanna – wanna be good.”
“Don’t come until I say,” Steve commanded. “Hold on for me.”
Bucky sobbed. “D-Daddy, I can’t, I – I need –”
Steve held Bucky’s legs open, keeping him stretched wide as he fucked Bucky hard. He aimed each thrust toward his prostate and Bucky was close far too soon. Reaching down, he gripped himself to hold his orgasm off but Steve had other ideas.
“Should get you a cock ring,” Steve rumbled and Bucky had to hold himself tighter to keep from coming apart. “Leave it on you while I fuck you over and over, then suck you off until you’re desperate for it, begging me.”
“Oh, my God,” Bucky whimpered and Steve’s breath hitched.
“You like that, huh?” He aimed his thrusts, knowing exactly how to please Bucky. “You like when Daddy teases you? Want me to make you beg?”
Steve often used dirty talk when they had sex; he knew how it riled Bucky up. But there was something different in his words then, something darker and more possessive. Frankly, it turned Bucky the fuck on.
“Daddy, I’m so close,” he cried out, throwing his free hand up to dig his fingers into the pillow. “Please, please, I – have I been good?”
“Oh, baby,” Steve rasped, “you’re always so good for me, my good boy.”
With that, Bucky’s body seized up and he came all over his chest, even getting some on his neck. Steve fucked him through it, leaning down to lick some off of his skin as Bucky whined at the overstimulation.
“Almost there,” Steve growled, snapping his hips harder, “gonna come inside you, fuck, gonna fill you up – uhn –”
Bucky groaned at the feeling of Steve spilling inside him, his hips twitching in small, aborted thrusts until he collapsed on Bucky. Wrapping his arms around Steve’s shoulders, Bucky pressed kisses to Steve’s neck, shoulder, and cheek, basking in the hazy feeling and Steve’s warmth. After a short time, Steve leaned up and pulled Bucky into a slow kiss, just this side of passionate.
“You’re so amazing,” he breathed when they broke apart. “I love you.”
“I love you, too, Daddy,” Bucky whispered, running his fingers through Steve’s hair.
As Bucky watched, Steve’s expression changed; his eyes focused and his jaw set in determination. Bucky waited, biting his lip to keep from asking if something was wrong.
“Move in with me,” Steve said and Bucky’s eyes went wide.
“What?”
“You heard me.” He smirked as he pressed kisses to Bucky’s cheeks, nose, forehead, and then his lips. “Move in with me.”
“Steve,” Bucky began, “giving me a key is one thing but… I mean, living together is way different. There are going to be nights I don’t come home and… I won’t always be able to tell you if I’m going to be later or – or not home at all that night.” He licked his lips, trying to swallow around the lump in his throat. “I – I mean, if… if you realize you can’t… do this, that you can’t handle what I do – maybe we should wait?”
“Bucky,” Steve interrupted, “I don’t see your job as anything different or wrong, and I definitely don’t think less of you for it.” He touched Bucky’s cheek, soothing the heat that Bucky hadn’t realized was flooding his face. “Are you… are you worried I’m going to change my mind?”
Bucky buried his face in Steve’s neck, pulling Steve closer so he could hide. “I… sometimes.”
Steve gathered him up, kissing him slow and languid, but Bucky felt all of his love and affection, all of the emotion Steve poured into it. “I lost you once,” he whispered against Bucky’s lips, “then I almost lost you again.”
Bucky furrowed his brows. “Steve…”
“I won’t lose you again as long as you want to be with me.” Steve kissed him again. “I will do everything I can to prove it to you… I’m with you, Buck.” He cradled Bucky’s face in one hand and held his gaze. “I want this. I want to be yours – your boyfriend.”
Bucky’s eyes welled up. “I-I want to be yours too. I love you so much.”
Pulling Bucky into his arms, Steve shushed him as he rubbed up and down his back. “I love you, Bucky. I’m in this… with you.”
A heady emotion filled Bucky’s chest and he nodded his head. “I-I’ll move in with you, Steve.”
“You will?” Steve blurted, eyes and smile wide in his excitement.
“Yeah, I will.” Bucky pressed a kiss to Steve’s lips before pulling back to say, “I… I love you, Steve,” Bucky whispered. “I’m with you too.”
Steve beamed at him. “Always?”
Bucky nodded, face breaking out in a huge, happy grin. “Always.”
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