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''I think it's crazy.'' Wanda sets Bucky's phone back on the table and grabs her coffee cup from the counter next to her. ''I get it that you haven't… been able to get any in months but a sex club, Bucky? Really?''
''It's not that crazy,'' Bucky tells her with a pout and moves the phone closer to him. The bold, red letters spelling out Hydra at the top of his screen make him smile. ''Look, like you said, I haven't gotten a proper dicking down in seven months. Seven months, Wanda! I need this.''
''Get on Tinder or something,'' Wanda suggests with a shrug. ''I don't feel comfortable letting you into a sex club with strangers and Lord knows wh-''
''Not a sex club,'' Bucky corrects for what seems like the hundredth time since they'd started this conversation. ''A BDSM club, it's different and I've done my research, okay? These places are a million times safer than going out on a date with a person on Tinder. Do you know how many people have been murdered on such dates?''
''No.'' Wanda shakes her head. ''Do you?''
Bucky stares at her for a moment and sighs. ''No, but-''
''Buck-''
''No, come on! Listen,'' Bucky sighs. ''I'm doing it, and for your information, I'm not going there to get fucked. I just wanna see what it's like and if I get lucky then that's just a bonus. Wanda, I need this...''
Wanda sighs back at him. ''I just want you to be safe. After Brock-''
''Brock was an asshole and he's in the past,'' Bucky tells her, reaching to place his hand on top of hers. ''I don't think about him anymore, haven't since I moved out. I need something new and I want to look into the stuff that's always interested me. Wanda...''
''And the stuff you're interested in just has to be chains and whips or whatever,'' Wanda whispers back to him, a small smile making an appearance on her face.
Bucky chuckles. ''You don't wanna know the details of my… stuff.''
''You're right, I don't,'' Wanda tells her and chugs down what is left of her coffee before making her way around the counter. ''I have to get to work. What time will you be leaving for your… club?''
''Around seven. Why?'' Bucky asks.
''I'm gonna take you there, that's why,'' Wanda tells him, putting on her heels by the front door. ''I'll believe you when you say that the club is safe but I'm not letting you take some dirty buss there or something. I'll be home by five, okay? You better have cooked me a nice meal by the time I get back.''
''We only have like two eggs in the fridge,'' Bucky tells her, watching as she gets her backpack from the living room.
''Then I guess you'll have to go shopping,'' Wanda says with a smile as she throws the backpack over her shoulder and opens the door. ''It's your turn to buy groceries.''
''Fine,'' Bucky mutters back.
''Come on.'' Wanda reaches over to him to grab him by the chin. ''Smile or I'm not gonna let you go that club.''
''It's not like you can stop me,'' Bucky replies, yanking his face out of his friend's hold. He does give her a small smile though. ''I already bought a six-month membership.''
''A six-month-?'' Wanda shakes her head and steps out of the door. ''I can't do this right now, I have to go. Be good.''
''Always am,'' Bucky replies, and the front door slams shut. He watches from the window as Wanda gets in the car and pulls out of the driveway.
He goes into the kitchen and puts the cup that Wanda had left behind in the sink before taking a look into the fridge that is filled with mostly nothing but the light. He wishes he'd been joking about only having a couple of eggs.
''Groceries...'' he mumbles to himself and lets the fridge door close on its own. He takes out his wallet from his back pocket and looks in it, pushing aside the notes that are for paying the entrance fee at the club.
What he's left with is twenty dollars and some coins that he doesn't even bother counting.
''It'll do.'' They've lived off of less before and it's only three more days until Wanda gets her paycheck.
It'll be fine.
''Ooh, I'm starving!'' Wanda shouts the moment she steps in and Bucky quickly gulps down what is left of the cheap wine in his glass. The boxed wine had been on sale, don't judge him! ''I can- Wait. Can I smell mac n' cheese?''
''Homemade, the special ingredient is love,'' Bucky replies to her and throws up a little in his mouth at his words. He sounds and looks like a housewife on Facebook, wearing a floral apron and drinking wine in the middle of the day. ''Sorry, couldn't come up with anything better. You're the chef of this… family, so...''
''No, it's perfect,'' Wanda tells him, hurrying into the kitchen and fixing a plate for herself. She doesn't even wait to sit down to shove some of the just-out-of-the-oven food in her mouth. ''Thanks.''
''Rough day?'' Bucky asks, getting himself a plate too and placing two generous scoops of the mac and cheese on it. He sits down.
''You could say so,'' Wanda replies, looking exhausted. She's been working at the restaurant for two months already but she's never looked this burned out. ''The chef in charge of everything is just so… such a...''
''Dickhead?''
''Your words, not mine,'' she says with a small hint of a smile.
''You know, if you just wanna take like a long bath and go to bed, I can get to the club by mys-''
Wanda waves her fork in his face. ''Nuh-uh. I'm taking you.''
''But-''
''No buts. I don't get to have a word in what I do at work, I'll certainly not have the same shit going on at home too,'' she tells him, only half-joking.
''Sounds like you might need to come to this club too if you like bossing people around so- Ow!'' Bucky rubs his shoulder where Wanda has just given him a good whack. ''You know, if you were a guy and you'd slapped me somewhere else, I would've enjoyed that but-
''Jesus Christ, I'll punch you in the face if you don't shut up,'' Wanda threatens but laughs, her eyes shining with just the tiniest hint of life again. ''Is that what you're going to the club for? To get spanked?''
''I thought you didn't wanna hear the details,'' Bucky chuckles.
''Maybe I do.'' Wanda shrugs. ''I want to get my mind off of work and what's a better way to do that than to listen to you and your ramblings about fetishes or whatever.''
''If you're sure...''
Wanda nods, looking genuinely interested.
''Okay,'' Bucky says, feeling a little unsure himself. ''Like I said earlier, I'm gonna go there to watch and that's all. If I get to have sex with someone, that'll just be a bonus. I just want someone to… not be afraid to be rough with me, you know? God, Rumlow was such a vanilla dude even though he didn't seem like it but he was. All he cared about was himself and that he got to… finish... if you know what I mean.''
''It's hard not to,'' Wanda chuckles. ''Continue.''
''Rumlow's the only one I've ever truly been with, you know, like all the way,'' Bucky says, knowing that Wanda knows that already. They've always been fairly open with each other. ''I was always afraid to tell him anything that I wanted to try because he would take it the wrong way.''
Wanda nods. ''Yeah, I get that. So… this is kinda your way of just… figuring yourself out? Finding out what you like and what you don't, or something like that?''
''I guess. I just wanna have fun.'' Bucky smiles at her. ''We'll talk more about this when I get back, okay? I wanna show you the outfit I picked out, I hope it fits their dress code.''
''They have a dress code?'' Wanda asks, eyes wide in surprise as Bucky climbs out of his seat. ''Is it like… only latex or leather or something?''
''No,'' Bucky shakes his head. ''But they do prefer dark colors and stuff and they don't want you going in there in your sweatpants. I'll go change so I can show you.''
''What about your food? It'll get cold.''
''It's too hot for me anyway. I won't be long.''
Bucky rushes into his bedroom down the hall and can't help but grimace at the mess he'd made on the floor when he'd been putting his outfit together. He's going to have to clean that up when he gets back home.
The clothes are set on his bed, the same way his mother had always set up his clothes for him when he'd been a kid, and Bucky immediately pushes the thought of his mother and his childhood out of his mind because those are the last things he needs to be thinking about right now.
Bucky kicks his sweatpants off and throws them in the laundry basket in the corner of the room. He grabs the brand new jeans from the edge of the bed and puts them on with a little bit of a struggle. They are tight but not so tight that they'd be uncomfortable to move in and they are the darkest black he'd been able to find at the store.
He looks fucking amazing.
The rest of his outfit is easier to put on. Just a simple black t-shirt that hugs his body in all the right places and a faux leather jacket he may or may not have stolen from his sister when she'd bought it at a thrift store and complained that it was too big for her.
The only things missing are the boots that he'd already set by the front door so that he wouldn't have to look for them when he was ready to leave.
Bucky steps out of the bedroom nervously and does an awkward turn for Wanda when he gets back in the kitchen.
''What do you think?''
''You… Wow,'' Wanda whispers, setting her fork down. ''You look really good.''
''I don't like how surprised you sound, but thank you,'' Bucky tells her and takes a step closer.
''Hey, ever since you graduated last month, the only clothes I've seen you in have been a hoodie and sweatpants. I'd completely forgotten about the body you were hiding under all that loose fabric. You look really good, Bucky,'' she compliments sincerely. ''Now eat your food or it'll get cold.''
Bucky sits back down and runs a hand through his hair. ''What do you think I should with my hair?''
''I think it looks good the way it is,'' Wanda tells him with a shrug. ''It's nice and messy. Very boyish.''
''I guess it's okay then,'' Bucky mumbles, mostly to himself, but ends up running his fingers through his hair to smooth them down just a little bit. ''Do you wanna tell me more about your day?''
''If you really wanna know what kind of a bitch Michelle is...''
Bucky smirks. ''Oh, Wanda… I always do.''
''The club's been open for half an hour already,'' Wanda tells him, as they sit in the car. ''If you don't want to go in, you don't have to.''
''But I want to,'' Bucky whines, frustrated, and allows the back of his head to hit the seat behind him.
''Then what's making you this nervous?''
Bucky wipes his sweaty palms against his jeans and shakes his head. ''I don't know, okay? I don't know. I read the rules of the club a thousand times and I know them by heart. But...''
''But what?''
''But what am I gonna talk about when I go in? Do I say anything to anyone? What do people talk about in a place like that?'' Bucky blurts out.
''Listen,'' Wanda sighs. ''I may have taken a look at their website too because there was no way in hell I was going to let my best friend go to some sketchy place and get hurt or something worse. This seems like a relaxed place, a place where people go to have fun and that's all. They're all normal people… with different kinds of interests. If you feel uncomfortable, all you have to do is to walk out and that's it.''
Bucky nods because everything that Wanda has just said makes sense, but he can't bring himself to step out of the car.
''So what you're saying is…?''
''Treat them like people because that's what they are. And I mean, look at you.'' She smiles brightly and takes hold of the sleeve of Bucky's leather jacket. ''You look amazing. I bet you're going to be one of the hottest if not the hottest person in there. You're good.''
''Yeah… Yeah,'' Bucky says and nods again, giving his body a good shake before he finally opens the car door. ''I'm gonna do it. I need to get laid. I never used to get nervous like this.''
Wanda chuckles. ''You text me when you get out, okay? I'll come pick you up.''
Bucky steps out of the car. ''No, you don't have to, you must be-''
''I'm coming to pick you up,'' Wanda says, not taking no for an answer. ''Now go and get… whatever it is that you want them to do to you.''
It's Bucky's turn to laugh. ''Yeah, I'll try. Drive safe.''
''I will,'' Wanda promises. ''Be good.''
''Always,'' Bucky replies and slams the car door shut before he starts getting second thoughts again.
He waves to Wanda and watches her drive off before making his way across the street to where the club is. The neon sign spelling out Hydra looks intimidating but it also gets him a little excited about what he's about to do. He's been waiting for this for a long time.
He steps into the building, doing his best to not focus on the people around him. The place where he checks himself in looks like a fancy hotel lobby and nothing like a place where people come to have, well, sex and whatnot.
''Okay, you're good to go,'' the woman with blond hair sitting on the other side of the counter says. ''You can either leave your phone here or you can take it with you, as long as you keep it in your pocket the whole time. It also has to be on silent.''
''I uh...'' The phone does feel a little tight in the small pocket of his tight jeans. ''I'll leave it here if that's okay.''
''That's good,'' the woman replies and takes out a stack of post-it notes. ''Can you give me your name one more time?''
Bucky clears his throat and looks around, making sure no one's too close by. ''James Barnes.''
''J. Barnes,'' the woman mumbles as she writes it down on the post-it note and sticks it to the back of Bucky's phone before setting it down somewhere below the counter. ''Don't worry, it'll be kept locked up until you need it back, okay? And nobody's gonna find out who you are unless you decide to tell them.''
Bucky knows that. He'd read all the information about the club online. All of it. Every single word. ''Y- Yeah, thanks. I can now go…?''
''Yes.'' The woman smiles again and points to her right. ''The lobby is there and there are signs everywhere. You won't get lost and even if you do, there are a lot of people there that can help you out. I would suggest you read the rules. They're written on a big sign in the lobby.''
''Will do,'' he says, well, lies, because there's no way he's reading those rules again. He remembers all of them already.
A man has to unlock the door to the lobby for Bucky to get in and that already makes him feel a whole bunch better. This wasn't something they'd mentioned on their website and one of his stupid, but real, worries had been that just anyone could walk in there. The security at the place so far seems top-notch.
The mood shifts the moment he steps into the lobby and the heavy door slams shut behind him. There's no one having sex around him or anything else along those lines but the lights are dim and the entire room has a slight red hue to it. There are some people dressed up in suits and dresses and some in very, very little.
Bucky tries his best not to stare with a stupid expression on his face because the website of the club had told him many times that that was not a thing you should do.
Right now, Bucky really wishes that the club was allowed to serve alcohol.
Finally, his legs begin to work and he walks over to the leather couch that has been placed on the back wall of the spacious room and sits down in the corner of it, carefully keeping an eye on everything that goes on in the room.
On the other side of the couch, far away from him, sits a man and a woman, just cuddling and speaking in hushed tones. She looks exhausted and the marks on her arms show that she's definitely been getting something that evening.
Bucky looks away from them quickly and instead focuses on all the people in front of him, scattered around the room. There's a group of men chatting in one of the corners, bursting into laughter every few moments. They're wearing suits and they look like they would be smoking cigars and drinking something stronger than water if it was allowed.
Three women are sitting on the other couch near the door Bucky had come in from and they're dressed up in what look like some sort of harnesses, all in different colors. They look beautiful, their laced-up boots completing their outfits in the most perfect way.
The door opens slowly with a soft creak and nobody else looks at who it is that walks in but Bucky. He's new and curious, you can't blame him.
The woman steps in, scanning the place with her eyes and only taking a step forward when the door is closed again. She's dressed in nothing but latex, the piece of clothing sticking to her body and not leaving anything to the imagination.
It's wonderful.
Her fire-red hair is a stark contrast against the black suit and the only skin she's showing is her face and her cleavage. If Bucky was straight…
The woman's heels click against the tile floor and Bucky's heart begins to pound in his chest when he sees that the woman looks to be making her way over to where he is. He tries to relax against the back of the couch as if coming to a club like this was something he did all the time, and takes in a deep breath.
''Hello, sailor,'' the woman tells him, standing there in front of him in all her glory, and smiles. ''You're new here, aren't you?''
''Yes,'' Bucky nods, his voice coming out a little dry. He clears his throat and tries again, ''Yes.''
''Mmh. Can I sit down?'' she asks then, the smile on her face turning into a curious smirk. ''You can say no if you want to be left alone.''
Bucky knows that. Rules. ''You can sit down.''
''Thanks,'' she says and takes a seat next to him but not close enough for their legs to touch. The latex she's wearing squeaks against the leather couch as she gets herself into a comfortable position. ''How's your evening been?''
''I just got here,'' Bucky chuckles a little awkwardly. ''You?''
Stupid, stupid, stupid. She just got here too.
''Good,'' she replies with a soft huff of laughter. ''You ever been in a place like this before?''
''No, not exactly,'' Bucky tells her and feels blood rush into his cheeks. Suddenly, he's thankful for the red hue in the room.
The woman nods, understanding, and holds out her gloved hand. ''My name is Natasha. You don't have to tell me your name if you don't want to. It's nice to meet you.''
''Natasha,'' Bucky repeats and squeezes her hand in his for a moment. ''I'm Bucky. It's a nickname, not my real name but… Yeah, but nothing. Sorry. It's nice to meet you too.''
Natasha chuckles again. ''Bucky, got it. I like it.''
Bucky feels like an idiot but tries to brush off his embarrassment. He's never going to have to come back here again if he doesn't want to.
''Were you planning on spending the whole evening and night here or are you going to take a look at all the dungeons?'' Natasha asks him then, thankfully keeping the conversation going since Bucky's ability to speak right now is minimal.
''I want to take a look,'' is all Bucky can give as an answer. ''I'm just a little… You know...''
''Nervous?'' Natasha waves her hand. ''That's normal. Everyone is when they first get here. Most people come back though, so if I were you, I wouldn't worry about it. You get used to everything that goes on around here fairly quickly. Just stay cool.''
''Mmh,'' Bucky hums in reply. ''If- If it's okay for me to ask, are you going into the dungeons tonight?''
''Yeah, of course. I wouldn't dress up like this if I came here just to chat.'' She frowns. ''Well, I guess I would, I've done it a few times. A lot of people just like to come here and show off their awesome outfits, that's allowed too. Speaking of outfits, you look nice.''
''Thanks,'' Bucky says, feeling a little shy. ''I know it's super basic but I-''
''No, it's perfect,'' Natasha interrupts him. ''That jacket, amazing. Your boots, beautiful, and don't even get me started on those jeans. Your thighs look amazing in them.''
''Oh...'' He blushes again and it's ridiculous. He'd spent a good amount of time staring at himself in these jeans in the mirror because of how good he thought he looked. His ass had never looked better. ''I think so too.''
''There we go,'' Natasha praises, smiling brightly. ''Keep that attitude and you'll do great tonight.''
''I hope so...''
''I'm gonna have to go in there soon.'' She nods towards the big doors on their left that must lead into the dungeons. ''I've got a partner waiting for me, but if you'd like to come with me, I wouldn't mind.''
''Y- You mean to do stuff… with your partner and you?'' Bucky gulps, the words awkwardly stumbling out of his mouth before he can stop himself.
Natasha lets out a good-natured laugh and places a hand on his shoulder. ''As much as I wouldn't mind getting to… work with you, I'm here for my partner tonight. I was just thinking that you might want to have someone with you as you step through those doors for the first time. Might make it a little less nervewracking.''
''Oh. Oh, of course.'' Bucky slams his palm against his forehead. ''I'm sorry, I'm just a little...''
''It's okay,'' Natasha soothes him. ''Not everyone is here to have sex or to do anything else and even those who are, know better than to try and pressure people into anything. You've got nothing to be worried about.''
''Yeah, I know…'' Bucky whispers and looks Natasha in the eye. ''I'd like it if I could go with you.''
''Well, if you're ready, we can go right now,'' Natasha says and gets up. She holds her hand out to him.
Bucky takes in a deep breath and allows Natasha to help him get off the couch.
''I don't even know why I'm feeling this nervous. I've been wanting to do this for a long time,'' Bucky confesses as they walk toward the doors that look like they belong to an old castle and not a BDSM club.
''It's normal. Just relax and don't take this too seriously. Most people, when they come here for the first time, just sit and watch some scenes. Just stay a good distance away and don't make weird faces. Kink shaming is a no-no.''
Bucky nods. ''I read the rules.''
''Of course, you did,'' Natasha replies, smirking again, and Bucky doesn't understand what she means.
The doors open smoothly, much smoother than the first door Bucky had walked through only minutes ago and the red hue disappears completely. The main dungeon, which is now in front of him, is still dimly lit but even without the redness, it holds a mysterious feel to it.
Natasha closes the doors and it's only then that the soft gasps and moans make their way to Bucky's ears.
''Good face,'' Natasha chuckles, looking at him. ''But try to keep it a bit more neutral. You look like a scared deer.''
Bucky immediately closes his mouth and blinks a couple of times, putting on the best poker face he can manage right now.
''I'll walk you over to the couches, okay? Nobody's allowed to have sex there,'' Natasha says, a protective hand coming to rest on Bucky's back as they begin to walk. ''If anyone asks you to join them, if you don't want to, you just say no, okay? Nobody's gonna get offended or angry here.''
''Yeah, okay.'' Once again, Bucky knows all of this but he's glad to have someone here, supporting him. ''The people with the red armbands, they're uh...''
''The DMs.''
''Dungeon Monitors,'' Bucky says.
''Yes.'' Natasha smiles proudly at him and sits him down on one of the couches. ''If you need anything or have any questions, you can go to them, hm?''
''Yes.'' Bucky nods. ''Thank you, Natasha.''
''It's no problem, Buckster.'' She claps him on the back a couple of times. ''I've got to go now but if you choose to come back here, I wouldn't mind chatting with you again.''
''Y- Yeah.'' Bucky smiles at her shyly and she gives him a thumbs up before walking away from him and to the other end of the room where a man is waiting for him, shirtless and ready to go.
Instead of keeping his eyes on whatever Natasha and her partner are about to do next, Bucky focuses on the signs that are all over the main dungeon. Some of them have some rules written on them, like the one right above the couch he's sitting on that says 'No sexual activity allowed on the couches.'
There are signs in the shapes of arrows in different parts of the room next to doors that lead to other sections of the club and Bucky decides quickly that today he'll only be staying in the room he's in right now. If he ever decides to come back, he'll have all the time in the world to check the place out.
Bucky is a curious man, that can't be denied, and it doesn't take long for his eyes to travel away from the signs and to the people that are in the room. The first person he notices is a woman with long, curly hair and big brown eyes that are wet with tears. She's been placed over some kind of a bench that doesn't look comfortable at all and there's another woman behind her, dressed in a very similar get-up as Natasha, and she's spanking her behind with what looks like some kind of a metal paddle.
Bucky has to look away when he feels his cock twitch in interest. It's embarrassing and there are no red lights to hide his blush.
He takes deep breaths for what feels like forever and eventually, his body decides to calm down.
He looks up again. In the left corner of the dungeon, there's a wide chair that looks almost like some kind of a leather throne and a man is sitting in it, his mouth gagged and his wrists and ankles chained to it. A woman walks around him, a leather tassel in her hand, that she every once in a while runs against the man's thighs. The man lets out muffled moans and his cock is standing proudly against his stomach, hard as a rock.
Bucky looks away again and breathes. The things he would do to get a drink right now.
The next pair he focuses on is Natasha and the man she'd called her partner. The man is chained to what looks like a big X on the wall and Natasha's touching him with her gloved hands, moving slowly up and down his bare body and as she follows her touch with her lips, she leaves behind red lipstick smears on the man's dark skin.
''Damn,'' Bucky finds himself whispering to himself and quickly looks around to see if anyone had heard him. Thankfully, everyone's still talking in hushed tones around him, pretending that he's not even there. Thank God.
Bucky shifts in his seat, tucking one of his legs beneath him to feel a little more relaxed and at home, although so far, the experience hasn't been at all as scary or extreme as he'd imagined.
There's one more couch in the room but it's placed further away from the couches that Bucky and the strangers around him are sitting on. There's a sign on the wall near it, saying the same thing as the one Bucky had read earlier and a man is sitting right in the middle of it, mostly young women and men surrounding him, chatting and laughing quietly.
The man is holding a glass in his hand that seems to be filled with water, as it is the only liquid allowed in the dungeon, and he's wearing a suit similar to the men Bucky had seen in the lobby earlier. His hair is blond and a little messy and the suit is all black, other than the tie that has little hints of wine red in it.
Out of everything Bucky's seen in the room, the man is the only thing he can't take his eyes off of. He's sitting there, his legs spread slightly apart and he just looks so comfortable as if he owns the place. The two women sitting beside him touch him on the shoulder every now and then and Bucky can't blame them.
Those are some shoulders.
The man sips his drink and hands the glass to the woman next to him, who immediately places it on the small table in front of them. Then, the woman whispers something into the blond man's ear and the man smiles at her softly before shaking his head and whispering something back.
Bucky wishes he could hear his voice but the music coming from somewhere in one of the corners of the room makes it impossible.
The group of people sitting on the far-away couch laugh, the blond man along with them and Bucky can only keep watching. The man presses kisses on the two women's cheeks before he rests back against the back of the couch. The woman on his right says something to him with a big smile before she gets up and leaves. It doesn't take long for a young man to scoot closer and take over the spot next to the blond man.
Bucky has to fight everything in his body not to get up and just walk over to the man and the people around him. He doesn't even know if he's allowed to do that. Are they in the middle of some kind of very vanilla scene or something? He's not allowed to interrupt scenes.
But it doesn't look like a scene, and Bucky is confused and maybe a little frustrated. He has to take deep breaths again.
The next time he looks up from his lap, he does so because he feels like somebody's staring at him, which would be fair enough because he's been staring at everyone the entire time he's been here.
He scans around the room until he gets back to the man on the couch and he's pretty sure his heart skips a beat when he notices that the blond man, who apparently has gorgeous blue eyes, is staring right back at him.
Bucky gulps but doesn't look away. He leans back, trying to stay cool, and allows a small, hopefully inviting, smile to rise on his lips.
The man looks away for a moment to whisper something to the people around him and before Bucky has the chance to feel disappointment, he looks back at him and gets up.
Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit.
Bucky clears his throat, wishing he had water right now and keeps his eyes on the man who's slowly making his way over to him. Now that he's not sitting, Bucky can see his body in all its glory despite the suit that he's wearing.
The suit fits him perfectly and doesn't leave much to the imagination. The black shirt stretches tightly over the man's wide chest and comes down beautifully, showing off the narrow waist. The pants fit lovely, showing off his long, muscular legs, and my God, he's now close enough that Bucky can see his lips, his pink, plump lips and-
''Hey. You having a good evening?'' The man's voice is hushed and deep and the smile that stretches out on his face is one of the most beautiful things Bucky has ever seen.
''I- I am,'' Bucky mutters out eventually. ''Especially now that you're here.''
What the fuck was that? Why did he say that? He doesn't even know the man. He doesn't-
The man chuckles, ''That's sweet of you to say. Would it be okay if I sat down?''
Bucky nods dumbly before scooting to his left to give the man some space on the edge of the couch.
The man nods back and sits down, his eyes not leaving Bucky's for a second.
''I'm Steve,'' he introduces himself and turns his body in a way that makes it easier for him to face Bucky.
Steve.
Steve, Steve, Steve, Steve, Steve.
He looks like a Steve.
''Bucky,'' Bucky replies, trying his best to contain his smile. ''It's a nickname.''
''Bucky,'' the man repeats after him and even his name sounds so much better coming out of the man's mouth. ''Charming.''
''It's stupid,'' Bucky chuckles quietly, looking down at the couch they're sitting on. His cheeks heat up again.
''No, it's not,'' the man, Steve, says immediately. ''It's charming. Different.''
''W- Whatever you say,'' Bucky replies then, his voice coming out so quiet he can barely hear himself.
''I've never seen you around here before. Not that I come here often myself,'' Steve continues and rests his elbow against the back of the couch so that he can lean his chin against his hand. ''First time?''
''Yeah,'' Bucky says and looks up at the man shyly. ''I've always wanted to come here, it's not that far from where I live and I… I guess I just never had the possibility, or the balls, to do it until now.''
''Mmh, the first time is the most difficult,'' Steve says and Bucky swears that his voice sounds like honey. He could listen to him all night long. ''So, have you been liking this place, or is it too early to say?''
Bucky shrugs gently and looks around for a moment. ''It's a lot more… calm and mild than I imagined.''
Steve leans a little closer. ''And what did you imagine, Bucky?''
''I...'' Bucky shakes his head, laughing a little. ''I don't know? Whipping, fisting, all the good stuff?''
Steve joins his laughter. ''I see. This club's got all of that, you know, if that's what you're looking for, it's just in the next room over. People call it The Red Room.''
''Oh,'' Bucky mumbles and his eyes widen. ''Oh, that's not what I'm looking for, not that there's anything wrong with any of that, of course, I just… Yeah, just… Those aren't really my thing.''
Steve nods, understanding. ''I get that. If you ever decide to come here again, I'd recommend you take a stroll through all the rooms here. Even though some things aren't for you, doesn't mean that they're not interesting to see and explore.''
''Yeah, that was kind of my plan,'' Bucky replies.
''We've got a snack bar here too, if you want anything,'' Steve says then. ''They've got dessert too. The chocolate cake that Freya makes… Heavenly.''
''I'll have to try it sometime.'' Bucky shifts slightly, stretching his legs out. ''But I think today I'll uh, pretty much stay here and I know you're not allowed to have food in here or anywhere else other than the dining area, the aftercare room, and the patio.''
The curious look on Steve's face changes to one that makes it seem like he's just had an epiphany of some sort. Bucky doesn't know what to make of it and begins to twiddle with his fingers.
''May I?'' Steve asks him and his hand hovers over Bucky's shoulder. Bucky only nods and the big hand is on him in a heartbeat, sturdy and warm. ''You seem to like following the rules, hm?''
Bucky stares back at him with wide eyes and gives a little nod before changing the subject. His eyes focus on a woman standing by the brick wall behind Steve. ''I didn't know that outfits like that are allowed in here.''
Steve looks over his shoulder for a second. ''Oh yeah, they are. Dressing in black and leather or latex aren't the only things allowed here… Don't the rules say anything about that?''
Bucky blushes at the question. ''They were more so… suggestions than rules. Not very specific when it came to the dress code.''
''I see that you took the rules quite literally, just to be safe,'' Steve says, his eyes traveling up and down Bucky's body. ''I like it, black suits you. Not that I wouldn't mind seeing you in something similar to what she's wearing.''
Bucky looks at the woman again, sipping on a bottle of water as she leans against the brick wall and watches one of the scenes playing out in the corner. Her long, brown hair is in two pigtails and she's wearing a white top that's tied up right beneath her breasts and a checkered skirt that barely hides anything. Her stockings are black and a little ripped at the knees.
''Did I say something wrong? Did I come on too strong?'' Steve's questions snap Bucky out of his thoughts and he shakes his head quickly. ''No?''
''No, no,'' Bucky says, his hand finding its way to Steve's thigh. ''I was just looking at her and… Thinking about what you said. About me in an outfit like that.''
''Not your style?'' Steve asks with a small smirk.
''I don't know. Never tried anything like that,'' Bucky smirks back.
He notices that Steve's eyes are now focused on the hand on his thigh and Bucky quickly pulls away.
He hadn't asked for permission.
''I'm so sorry, I-''
''No,'' Steve says, his voice so deep it sounds like it rumbles from his chest. He takes Bucky's hand in his and settles it back down on his thigh, this time a little closer to his crotch. Bucky forgets how to breathe. ''There we go.''
Bucky looks up again and smiles a small smile. Feeling brave, he gives the man's thigh a gentle squeeze.
Steve's eyes darken and Bucky's pretty sure he heard a quiet growl escape between the man's lips.
''Now, know that you don't have to answer me, baby, but I...'' Baby. Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God. ''I was wondering if you'd like to tell me what it is exactly that you've come here to get, I'd be more than willing to help you out.''
Bucky scoots closer so that their legs are now touching and he breathes in the scent of the man. It's been seven months, he deserves this.
''I don't know much about this world yet,'' Bucky whispers to him, making sure to squeeze the muscular thigh beneath his hand every couple of moments. ''But I can't deny there isn't stuff that I've wanted to try out for a while… It's nothing extreme, okay? But it's...''
''Tell me, baby.'' Steve's lips are so close to his right now. ''Tell me.''
''I like it rough. I want to feel it,'' Bucky says, and he can see from Steve's eyes that the man is listening to him well. ''Getting spanked, tied up… Being told what to do.''
''Is that how it is?'' Steve breaths on his face, hot and in charge.
Bucky nods. ''That's how it is.''
''I can do all of that for you, baby,'' Steve promises him, his hand dropping down from Bucky's shoulder to his waist. ''You just say that you wanna go and we'll go. I've got everything we need.''
Bucky has to take in deep breaths to calm himself, and his interested cock, down just a little.
Steve immediately notices his comprehension.
''Are you okay?'' he asks, his voice turning less dark and more gentle.
''I am.'' He's more than okay. ''I just… I don't know if I'm ready to do all that in front of- in front of all of these people. I know people like to watch but I...''
''You're not ready for that,'' Steve finishes and nods. Bucky's just glad that the man doesn't look disappointed. ''I've uhh… If you're comfortable, I- Whenever I come into a club like this, I rent out a private room.''
Bucky's eyes widen. He hadn't seen anything on the website that said anything about private rooms.
''They're uhh… They're just small rooms with beds in them. The door doesn't lock or anything and there will be a volunteer standing outside the door,'' Steve explains. ''And you're not allowed to do everything in there, but that's for more extreme things... How does that sound?''
''The person outside the door will be… listening?'' Bucky asks, feeling a little shy again, which is ridiculous because he'd just now told someone who's practically a stranger all the things he's always wanted to do in the bedroom but has never been able to do.
''Not exactly. People here are professional,'' Steve explains to him gently, his hand rubbing up and down Bucky's side. ''They'll be there just in case you or me would need help. You know, if you were to call out the word-''
''Safeword,'' Bucky mumbles. That he had read on the website.
''That's right,'' Steve smiles at him, looking almost proud. ''If you or I were to shout out 'safeword,' the person outside would come in and make sure everything's good. Other than that, they're very good at pretending they're not hearing what they're hearing. I'm not trying to pressure you, Bucky, not at all, I just-''
''I'd like to do it.'' Bucky squeezes his thigh again. ''Nobody will be able to come into the room but the volunteer if needed?''
''That's right, baby,'' Steve purrs, his voice dropping again. ''It'd be just you and me.''
''Yes,'' Bucky whispers, leaning a little closer, his lower lip now touching Steve's. ''I'd like that very much.''
Steve moves forward, pressing his lips against Bucky's, and their teeth knock together from the force. His other hand that isn't on Bucky's waist moves up into his hair and cups the back of his head as his tongue finds its way between Bucky's lips.
Bucky moans into the kiss, his hand moving up Steve's thigh until he can feel the zipper of his pants and that's when Steve's hand drops from his waist and stops him.
''That's not allowed, kid,'' Steve gasps against his lips, leaning his forehead against Bucky's. ''Maybe that calls for a little, playful punishment, hm?''
Bucky nods enthusiastically and allows Steve to take a hold of his hand and help him up from the couch.
''The rooms are this way,'' Steve tells him and guides Bucky to one of the arrow-shaped signs. ''I'll talk to one of the volunteers, okay? Wait here.''
''Yeah,'' Bucky replies and stands awkwardly by the sign as he watches Steve hurry to one of the men standing in the dark corner of the room. They chat for a surprisingly long time but when Steve comes back to him, he looks happy and satisfied with himself.
''Let's follow the man.''
Steve's hand is back on his waist again as they walk after the man who opens the locked door into the hallway that the private rooms are in. They walk all the way to the end of the hall and room number ten is the one that Steve opens up after showing the volunteer some kind of a card.
''Red means stop immediately and yellow means yield, which means to slow down and check-in,'' the volunteer tells them. ''If you shout 'safeword,' I'm going to come in the room and no matter what, the scene will end, okay? Choking, bloodplay, scatting, urine play, or being tied up to anything is not allowed in the private rooms. Do you understand?''
''I understand,'' Steve says, sounding like he's heard this little speech many times before. Bucky repeats the same words after him.
The volunteer nods and turns his back to the door. ''Go on in then and have fun.''
Steve allows Bucky to step into the room first. It's a small room, just like Steve had said it would be, but it looks much more comfortable than any other area Bucky had seen at the club yet.
The bed is big and takes up most of the room, leaving room only for two side tables on each side of it. The cover looks expensive, red with gold details, and when Bucky moves it out of the way to feel the sheets, he's sure he's never felt anything so soft against his skin ever before.
''Like it?'' Steve asks and Bucky jumps a little at his voice. Steve chuckles. ''You're good at getting lost in that pretty little head of yours, aren't you?''
''Maybe I am,'' Bucky whispers back to him and turns around to face him. He looks even better in proper lighting.
''As much as I'd like to just get on with it,'' Steve mumbles, his hands resting on Bucky's waist again. ''We'll have to talk a little bit more before we do anything.''
Bucky nods, understanding, and tries not to focus on the fact that his cock is nice and chubbed up in his jeans, and he's pretty sure that Steve can see it too. His jeans don't leave much for the imagination.
''I know you told me what you like,'' Steve begins as Bucky steps away from him to see the rest of the small room. ''I'm open to all of it. Do you want to do all of the things you mentioned, today?''
''What were the things that I mentioned to you?'' Bucky asks, his hand moving along the edge of the narrow window-sill. He remembers exactly what he'd told the man, he just wants to hear him say them out loud.
''Spanking, being told what to do and getting tied up,'' Steve says back to him. ''And you like it rough.''
''That's right,'' Bucky replies. ''I want everything you're willing to give me.''
Steve growls low in his throat at his answer. ''I can do that, baby.''
Bucky feels Steve step into his personal bubble, his front latched against his back. Bucky's fingers twist tightly in the fabric of the red curtain.
''I'll keep asking you questions as we go on and you always need to answer me, okay? So that I know you're okay,'' Steve whispers into his ear, his breath hot against the back of Bucky's neck. ''Is there anything you'd like to ask before we start?''
Bucky hums, enjoying the feeling of Steve's hand disappearing under his shirt. ''Why is there a window in a room like this?''
Steve chuckles against his skin. ''It's a one-way view mirror, baby. You can see out of it but people can't see in.''
''Mmh, why?''
''It's for people who are into exhibitionism,'' Steve explains. ''You've done your research, I bet you know what that is.''
''It's when,'' Bucky gasps when Steve's lips touch his neck. ''It's when someone likes to be watched a-and they might like the idea that- that they might get caught...''
''That's right. Good boy.'' Bucky keens at the pet name. ''Yeah, that gets you going too, baby? What do you think? Do you wanna try that window out sometime too?''
Bucky nods enthusiastically. He's open to anything as long as he gets to do it with Steve.
''Yeah, we can do that, baby,'' Steve promises. ''But not today.''
He turns Bucky around and wraps his arms tightly around him as he brings him into another kiss. Bucky moans against those soft lips of his and allows the man to use him and kiss him in whatever way he wants to as long as he wants to.
Seven months, he reminds himself. That's how long it's been. He's really going to have to keep himself in check so that he doesn't cum in five seconds like some horny teenage boy having sex for the first time.
''I want, I want-'' Bucky gasps out when Steve releases him from the kiss that had almost sucked all the air out of his lungs. Bucky's hand twiddles with the button of Steve's pants. ''I want...''
''Get down, baby,'' Steve orders him, a new shade of darkness in his voice. Bucky blinks at him and Steve brings a hand to the back of his head. ''Get. Down.''
Bucky practically falls to his knees and makes sure to keep his eyes on the man staring down at him, as he mouths desperately against the fabric that gathers up at his crotch. He can feel the warmth and how hard he already is and from what he can tell right at this moment, Steve's big all over.
He can see Steve's eyes roll to the back of his head as he loosens up the tie around his neck, keeping a strong hold of Bucky's head in the process.
''Please, please,'' Bucky begs, his hands squeezing the backs of Steve's thighs. ''Sir, please let me-''
Steve groans, his fingers tightening in Bucky's hair. He smirks down at him. ''Is that how it is?''
Bucky blinks, and it takes a few moments for him to realize what the man is talking about. He smiles.
''Yes, Sir.''
''Mmh.'' Steve's other hand comes to rest on Bucky's cheek and he hooks his thumb in from the corner of his mouth. ''You gonna be good to your Sir, baby? You gonna suck that cock?''
''Yes, Sir, please, let me-'' Bucky rambles on and mouths at where the man's balls are, annoyingly hidden away by the thick fabric.
''Go ahead, baby boy. Get that cock out for me,'' Steve breathes out, clearly enjoying himself.
Bucky does as he's told and he does it fast. He pops the button open with a loud sound that echoes through the room and continues by pulling the zipper down.
The underwear Steve is wearing is black with the name of the brand on the waistband and it's exactly what Bucky had expected from a man like him. He pulls the underwear down a little bit, just enough to get the man's cock out, and goodness, when he does, Bucky is pretty sure that he drools a little.
Bucky's fingers barely reach around the man's hardness as he holds it in his hand and just looks at it for a second or two. It's lovely, the tip of it pink and wet with pre-cum and there's nothing Bucky wants to do more but to take it in his mouth.
So he does.
A groan escapes Steve immediately and his chest rises heavily as Bucky pushes himself further, forcing the cock down his throat until his nose pumps against Steve's lower stomach. He looks up, more than aware of the way he must look right now, and Steve looks about ready to explode.
''There you go, baby, so good,'' the man whispers to him and pushes Bucky's head gently forward until he can't help but gag. Steve grabs him by the hair and pulls him back, leaving only the tip of his cock to rest on Bucky's wet lips. ''Good?''
''Yes, Sir,'' Bucky mumbles, voice coming out a little hoarse. ''More?''
Steve chuckles at him softly and brushes his thumb against Bucky's lower lip. ''You gonna let me fuck this mouth, hm? Remember the colors.''
Bucky nods, licking the tip teasingly. ''Mmh, I remember. Please, fuck my mouth.''
''So polite.'' Steve smiles at him and takes his cock in his free hand. He runs the tip of it up and down Bucky's lips, spreading the salty pre-cum on them before pushing back in. ''Such a lovely mouth, baby.''
Now both of Steve's hands are settled on the back of Bucky's head and he moves him forward slowly, pushing his cock down Bucky's throat again. Bucky keeps breathing through his nose and focuses on not gagging again. He used to be really good at this.
Steve starts to move his hips slowly, rolling them in a steady rhythm and closing his eyes as he focuses on the feeling of the wet mouth taking him in. The more Bucky relaxes beneath him, the faster his thrusts become and it doesn't take long for him to be practically hammering into him.
And Bucky takes it well. He loves it.
Drool makes its way down his chin and he's pretty sure that there are tears rolling down his cheeks from the way that his eyes are burning but he wouldn't have it any other way. One of Bucky's hands falls from Steve's thigh and he brings it down to cup his own growing cock.
And then it stops. Steve doesn't pull out, keeps himself deep in Bucky's throat but he glares at him.
They stay there in silence for what feels like an eternity but eventually, Bucky figures out that Steve isn't staring down at him but at his hand, which is desperately rubbing at his hard-on.
Bucky moves his hand away.
''Good boy.'' The frown on the man's face disappears immediately and he brushes his fingers through Bucky's hair. ''I didn't give you permission to touch yourself, did I?''
Bucky shakes his head, not even bothering to try and speak with the cock in his mouth. It's so thick that it makes the corners of his mouth burn.
''That's what I thought,'' Steve pulls out a little, making it easier to breathe. ''How about you give me a color right now, Buck?''
Buck.
''Green,'' Bucky does his best to say the word with his mouth still very much full. ''Green, Sir.''
''Good boy.'' Steve pulls his cock out of him slowly and Bucky watches it slap against the dress shirt the man's wearing, now red and rock hard, wet with saliva and pre-cum. ''Such a good boy, Buck.''
''T- Thank you.''
Steve smiles softly at him and lets go of Bucky, only to hold his hands in front of him. ''What do you say we get on the bed so I can get you ready. We haven't got all night.''
Bucky tries to find a clock in the room but fails to do so. He slaps his hand against his pocket, only to remember that he'd left his phone to the woman in the lobby.
''Don't look like that,'' Steve tells him, taking his hands in his and helping him up from the floor. ''I didn't mean that we're in a rush or anything. We've still got hours.''
Bucky nods, relieved, and presses his face into Steve's neck.
''Did you like having my cock down your throat? You looked so pretty on your knees, baby.''
''Mmh, liked it,'' Bucky mumbles, pressing kisses on the man's neck.
''Good, good,'' Steve mumbles and walks over to the bed, taking Bucky with him. He kicks off his shoes before getting on the bed. ''Get undressed, Bucky.''
''Take off everything?'' he asks, feeling stupid the moment that the words leave his mouth.
''All of it, unless you want to leave something on,'' Steve replies, leaning back and it's hard to focus on anything else but the cock resting against his stomach, just begging to be sucked just a little bit more. Bucky already misses the stretch of it.
''No, I just… No,'' Bucky replies and takes off the leather jacket, throwing it on the floor as there's nowhere else to put it. He kicks his shoes under the bed. ''D- Do you want me to make this like… sexy or something?''
Steve chuckles darkly. ''Baby, you're plenty sexy the way you are. Just keep going.''
Bucky nods and gulps when he notices Steve taking a hold of his cock and gently stroking it up and down with two fingers. He fastens his pace, getting rid of his shirt easily by just yanking it over his head and throwing it somewhere in the room. The jeans take a little longer with how tight they are but eventually, he manages to take them off as well and they take his socks with them.
''No underwear… Interesting,'' Steve comments, letting go of his own cock and scooting to the edge of the bed. He parts his legs. ''Come here, baby.''
Bucky takes two steps and he's standing in between the man's legs. His cock stirs against his thigh, already nice and chubbed up for whatever it is that they are going to do next.
Steve places his hands on his hips and leans forward, licking the tip of Bucky's cock with his tongue before only taking the tip in. He sucks a couple of times, slowly, making Bucky hiss, before he starts off with a nice, relaxed rhythm that doesn't take long to get Bucky completely hard.
''Sweet,'' Steve comments when he pulls away and gives his cock a couple of tight pulls with his fist. ''So pretty, baby.''
''Mmh, thank you, Sir,'' Bucky whines, the feeling of the man's hand on his cock almost too much. He's been the only one to touch it for a long, long time and he's not sure if he's going to last until Steve's got his cock in him. He's so hard already that he feels like he's going to pass out.
Steve lets go of him and wipes his hand against the cover on the bed before unbuttoning his shirt entirely and getting rid of his jacket, throwing it in the pile that Bucky had created with his clothes.
Bucky places his hands on the man's shoulders and slowly pushes the shirt off of him, revealing the rest of his smooth, pale skin with barely any 'imperfections.' He lets the shirt drop on the floor and looks down at Steve's cock.
''You wanna get rid of these pants too?'' Steve asks him, smirking when he notices what Bucky's eyes are focused on.
Bucky shakes his head.
''No?'' Steve asks, sounding a little surprised. ''What's the plan then?''
''I like the pants,'' Bucky mumbles, suddenly feeling a little embarrassed again. ''I l- like the way your cock looks like that.''
''Clothing kink. Interesting,'' Steve teases and places a kiss on Bucky's stomach, right next to his belly button. ''I'll keep 'em on if that's what you want, baby, but I'll have to get my balls out, or otherwise, they're gonna get squished to death.''
Bucky chuckles a little but nods and watches the man put his hand down his pants and take out his balls, now resting against the fabric of his pants, big and heavy.
''Fuck,'' Bucky curses at the sight, and maybe he does have a clothing kink, but the only thing he knows right now for sure, is that that cock needs to be in him sooner rather than later. ''Oh, fuck me, Sir.''
Steve growls at him, the darkness back in his eyes in a heartbeat and he wraps his arms around Bucky's waist, practically throwing him in the middle of the big bed. Bucky lays there on his stomach, breathing hard from the excitement.
Steve rummages through the side table and throws something on the bed before reaching to get something from the floor.
''Let's see here,'' he says as he climbs back on the bed. First, he takes Bucky's right hand and brings it to rest against his lower back. ''Does that feel okay, baby? Doesn't hurt your shoulder or anything?''
Bucky shakes his head against the soft sheets. ''No, Sir.''
''Good boy,'' Steve praises and takes hold of his left hand and brings it behind him as well. ''How about now?''
''Doesn't hurt,'' Bucky mumbles a reply. ''Green.''
Steve hums happily. ''I'm gonna tie your hands, okay? Since we're not allowed to use handcuffs or anything like that in a private room, I'll just use my tie, okay? You tell me if it's too tight, hm?''
''Yes, Sir.''
The fabric of the tie is soft and a little slippery around his wrists but Steve manages to tie it so that it's just perfect. Tight enough that he can feel it but not so tight that it would stop blood from flowing to his fingers, but also not too loose so that it doesn't slip off of him.
''Beautiful, beautiful,'' Steve says as he rubs his palm against Bucky's ass. ''Now, I'll take it that you've never been spanked before.''
Bucky's cock twitches under him at the mere mention of spanking and he shakes his head. ''N- No, I haven't.''
''Mmh,'' Steve hums. ''Then we're not going to use any kind of paddle today. I'll just use my hand, is that okay, baby?''
''Y- Yeah, anything,'' Bucky breathes out. This is already better than anything he's ever experienced before.
''We'll start gently. Remember the colors,'' Steve reminds him again and gives Bucky's ass a couple of gentle taps. ''You ready, baby?''
''Yes, Sir, please,'' Bucky replies, burrowing his face into the sheets as he prepares himself for the unknown.
Steve's hand slams against his ass and Bucky's a little confused.
''That's it?''
Steve laughs. ''I just told you we'll start off slow, Buck. You'll feel it soon enough. Now be good.''
Bucky nods, turning to look away from him immediately.
The hand comes down on him again and this time around he feels a little bit of warmth but still no pain. He'll just have to trust Steve with this.
Steve moves a little, instead of sitting behind Bucky, he scoots himself over to his side and lifts his hand up again.
This time around, a small shriek escapes Bucky when the big hand comes into contact with his poor ass cheek.
''Color, Bucky.''
''G- Green!'' he yells, so loud that he's sure the entire club hears him. He doesn't care. Not at all. Not anymore. ''More, Sir, please.''
Steve doesn't hold back after that. The force of his spanks doesn't increase but each time his hand comes down, Bucky can feel it more and it makes tears fall down his cheeks. He wishes he could see it, Steve's hand slapping away at his red ass but there's nothing he can do. He's tied up and can't move easily.
''Okay, three more, baby boy. You've been so good for me,'' Steve tells him, his voice sounding a little rough, laced with need and desire. ''You think you can do that for me?''
''Y- Yes, Sir!''
Steve growls and his hand slams against Bucky's ass again, leaving behind an even bigger red mark. He doesn't waste time delivering the last two slaps and he makes sure to put a little more strength into the last one.
Bucky's vision goes white, his entire body freezing in its place when he feels his stomach contract and his cock push out several thick ropes of cum into the soft bed sheets. He shudders, a loud whine escaping his mouth and for a moment, Bucky's sure he's died and gone to heaven.
''Holy shit.'' Steve's words bring him back down to Earth and Bucky opens his eyes, which he hadn't even realized he'd closed. ''Holy shit, baby, did you-?''
Steve rolls him over just slightly, enough to take a peek at the mess he'd made of the sheets. Bucky blushes.
''That is...'' Steve can't even finish his sentence. He allows Bucky to fall back down on his stomach and climbs closer to him on the bed, pulling him into a deep kiss. ''That is the most amazing thing I've ever seen.''
Bucky chuckles at him lazily, his entire body feeling spent. He's too happy and tired to even feel embarrassed.
''Such a good boy, so good,'' Steve whispers to him, pressing kisses on his wet cheeks. His hand is running up and down Bucky's back. ''Do you want to continue, Buck? We don't have to if you don't want to.''
''Want-'' Bucky starts and swallows. ''Want to have you inside of me, Sir. Want you to fuck me.''
''Shit,'' Steve hisses at him and brings his hand to rub at Bucky's sore ass. ''Okay, baby, anything you want.''
He gets back to the other side of the bed and spreads Bucky's legs open so that he can sit between them.
''Somebody got waxed,'' Steve comments as he pops a bottle of lube open. Bucky's sure that it smells like strawberries. ''Beautiful.''
And that one comment makes the awkward and painful experience of getting waxed worth it. He'd do it a thousand times if it meant he'd get to live through this moment again and again.
A lubed-up finger comes to rest on Bucky's hole and he can't help but shudder at the feeling. Sure, he's taken care of his need for cock a few times by using his fingers but that's not his preferred way of masturbating. It's just not the same to do it yourself rather than having someone else do it for you.
It's so much better this way.
Steve's finger disappears into him surprisingly easy but it makes sense. Bucky can't remember the last time he's been this relaxed.
More lube gets squeezed on him and soon another finger is slowly making its way inside of him.
''You take it so well, baby,'' Steve praises him and gives his other, neglected, ass cheek a gentle whack with his free hand, and Bucky can already feel his cock hardening again.
''More,'' Bucky moans, the feeling of the two fingers barely scraping against his sweet spot making him see stars. ''More, Sir, I can take it, please.''
Steve works his fingers in deeper and even more lube gets poured on them. ''For someone who likes to get told what to do, you certainly like to beg a lot, hm? You trying to tell me what to do, baby?''
''N- No, Sir,'' Bucky replies quickly, sounding a little breathless. ''I'm sorry, Sir.''
Steve chuckles at him softly and brings a third finger into the play, making Bucky gasp and moan. He moves his fingers slowly, making sure to properly drag them against Bucky's insides as he pulls them out and pushes them back in.
''Oh, there!'' Bucky gasps out then, his body tingling when the tips of Steve's fingers finally hit the sweet spot inside of him.
''Here?'' Steve teases and curls his fingers up again, sending another shudder through Bucky's body. ''Fuck, you look beautiful around my fingers, baby, so pretty. Wish you could see it.''
''Please, give it to me, Sir,'' Bucky whimpers, unable to stop himself from rolling his hips to have his newly hard cock rub against the sheets to alleviate some of the pressure.
That gets him a slap on his sore ass and he yelps, stopping the movement immediately.
''I'm so sorry, Sir,'' he sobs out and Steve's hand rubs gently against his ass cheek.
''Shh, baby, it's okay,'' he soothes him. ''It's okay, Buck. Gotta stay still for me though, hm? I'm gonna fuck you in just a moment, okay, baby? Just one more finger.''
''One more finger,'' Bucky repeats after him quietly and nods to himself. He can do that.
Steve presses his thumb against the three other fingers that are already covered in lube and brings his hand back to Bucky's hole. He presses in slowly, the muscle letting him do so easily and Bucky only has to take one deep breath and the fingers slide into him.
It burns just a little bit it but it doesn't hurt or feel uncomfortable. Bucky keeps breathing in the same rhythm that Steve moves his hand and it doesn't take long for him to feel the amazing tingle inside of him again when Steve presses against his prostate.
''I'm ready now, please,'' he can't help but beg, feeling far too overwhelmed. ''Please, I just want your-''
Steve places his hand on top of Bucky's ass but doesn't say anything. Bucky knows better than to keep talking.
''That's what I thought.''
Steve keeps his fingers moving, twisting his hand a little to make sure he's doing his best stretching Bucky out, and even though Bucky's kind of out of this world right now, he appreciates it. Steve's cock is the biggest he's ever come across and it would be a lie if he said he didn't need the prep.
''There you go,'' Steve mumbles behind him, his fingers slowly pulling out of him. Bucky can hear him brushing his hand against the cover again to clean his fingers from the lube. ''Fuck, you're pretty.''
Bucky can only whine in reply, and Steve's hands come to rest on his shoulders. He kneads them a little before running his hands down Bucky's arms that are still tied up and in place by his lower back.
''Your arms feel okay?'' he asks, checking in.
''Y- Yeah,'' Bucky mumbles back.
''Good,'' Steve replies to him softly and the next thing Bucky knows is that the man's hands have moved away from him again and a packet is being torn.
It's happening.
''Putting on a condom now, baby, you just stay right there,'' Steve tells him as if Bucky hadn't immediately connected the dots. He can't help but move his hips a little but this time around Steve doesn't seem to mind. ''Yeah, getting a little desperate now, huh? You already came once and you just want more, don't you, baby?''
Bucky gasps at the man's words, taking them as an okay to move just a little bit more. His cock is drooling out pre-cum again and as itchy and annoying as it feels to have it grinding against his already dried up cum on the sheets, he can't stop himself from pushing his hips forward.
''Yeah, Sir,'' he tells Steve, out of breath.
The lube bottle is popped open again and Steve takes some of it in his hand, rubbing it all over his cock. Bucky pushes his ass toward him, making the man let out a low chuckle.
''Damn, baby,'' he whispers to him, hands coming to rest on his ass. ''You really need this, don't you?''
Oh, he's got no idea. Seven fucking months, Bucky reminds himself once again.
''Please,'' he begs. ''Oh, pleas- Augh!''
The tip of Steve's cock disappears inside of him easily and without a warning. If Bucky could reach his hand down to his cock right now, he's sure that he would cum in a heartbeat. Instead, he has to just lay there and wait for what happens next.
''Shit, baby, if you could see yourself right now,'' Steve moans, his hands now gripping onto his sides. ''All nice and stretched out for me. Fuck...''
Bucky can't bring himself to say anything. He feels like he's running out of air and the only way he'll stay alive is if he keeps taking deep breaths.
Steve holds onto him tighter when pushes in a little more, giving Bucky's body the time it needs to open up to him. It burns a little but Bucky loves it. He's never felt like this before in his entire life.
Why had he not done this earlier? Then again, if he'd come to the club on any other day than today, he may have never gotten to meet Steve in the first place. So it was a good thing-
A yelp escapes Bucky when Steve's hand slams against his ass.
''Getting lost in those thoughts again, baby,'' Steve whispers, his hand rubbing against Bucky's red skin in circles. ''Now is that something that good boys do, hm?''
''Oh, no,'' Bucky gasps out, pushing his ass against Steve's touch. ''No, Sir. I'm- I'm sorry.''
''You better be. I take my time stretching you open with my fingers,'' Steve begins, leaning over Bucky, his cock still barely halfway in him, and brings his lips to his ear. ''I give you everything that you've ever wanted and finally, after all that begging and whining, I start to give you my cock, and here you are, probably thinking about what you're going to have for breakfast tomorrow morning.''
''No, no.'' Bucky shakes his head violently, glancing over his shoulder clumsily to get a good look at the man's face. ''I… I...''
''What were you thinking about, baby?'' he asks, voice coming out a little more gentle now.
Bucky whines, embarrassed and needy.
''Tell me,'' Steve repeats himself sternly. ''We're not continuing until you tell me what's on your mind. It can't be anything better than this cock, now can it?''
Bucky shakes his head again. He's pretty sure nothing will ever be better than Steve's cock and this experience will have ruined all of his possible future sex adventures but who gives a fuck?
''I was-'' Bucky starts and takes a deep breath. ''I was thinking about… why I didn't do this before.''
Steve pauses for a while and his hands move back to their places by Bucky's sides.
''I see,'' he chuckles. ''Did you figure out an answer to that, baby?''
''N- No,'' Bucky says. ''I didn't get that far.''
Steve laughs at him again and pushes his hips forward, catching Bucky off guard and making him moan so loudly that his voice bounces off the walls of the small room. He doesn't let him get used to the thickness of him as he only keeps pushing himself in until his hips are flush against Bucky's ass.
''Oh my God, oh my God,'' Bucky finds himself gasping out loud, his hands tugging against the tie for the first time that night. His entire body shakes as Steve stays still, pressing the tip of his cock right against Bucky's prostate and stretching him out in a way that he's never been stretched out before.
Bucky feels like the cock is splitting him in half.
''That's more like it,'' Steve tells him, nudging his hips forward just a little bit. ''Jesus, you're tight, baby. Just perfect for me.''
''Mmh!'' Bucky can only reply and breathes heavily as his hole flutters around the thick cock. It's almost too much.
But only almost.
''Please,'' he can't stop himself. ''Please, fuck me, Sir, I've- I've tried to be good, please!''
Tears of desperation fall down his cheeks again, and all Bucky can do is rub his face against the sheets to dry them off. He tugs against the tie around his wrists again but Steve's big hand comes to lay on top of his, stopping all movement.
Steve pulls out, dragging his cock against Bucky's sensitive walls until only the tip is in, and slams right back in, allowing himself to rest all of his weight on top of Bucky in the process. He starts moving his hips, making sure to pull out completely after each thrust to really make Bucky feel it and his lips come to rest on his neck.
''Fuck, fuck!'' Bucky yells, the bed beneath them creaking from the force of Steve's thrusts.
Steve nibbles on his neck, finding a good spot right by the collar bone and sinking his teeth in just a little bit. Bucky gasps, throwing his head back at the feeling and sobs.
Lube is dripping down on the bed, leaving Bucky's skin feeling sticky and the wet sound of Steve's hips slapping against his ass fills the room as he speeds up his thrusts, making sure that there's not one moment that Bucky isn't filled by him.
His rim burns at the feeling, making Bucky hiss and he's sure that he's not going to last long at all. The way Steve's now moaning against the mark he'd left on his neck is hot and desperate, deep and warm like honey, and the way he's making him his takes Bucky's breath away.
Steve gets up from the top of him, getting back on his knees and Bucky can almost feel him staring down at him.
''Fuck, this ass of yours,'' he moans to him, spreading Bucky's legs further apart so that he can properly see his cock disappearing into the man. ''Taking me in so well, baby. Like it was meant for this.''
''Oh, shit,'' Bucky sobs out quietly, feeling his hole fluttering again as it tries to get used to the thickness of Steve's cock. ''Oh, fuck! Sir, please!''
Steve growls to him, pushing his hips somehow even faster. He tightens the tie that Bucky had apparently managed to loosen up a little and pulls Bucky up in one swift motion to rest against his chest.
Bucky's eyes focus on the huge, wet stain on the sheets and his cheeks manage to turn just a little redder. He trusts that Steve will keep a hold on him as he looks down at his cock. It's so hard that it's barely moving, jutting up against his stomach, desperately leaking out clear liquid.
''Harder,'' Bucky gasps out then, turning his head to lock eyes with the man behind him. His jaw is so tense it looks like it might break. ''Harder, Sir.''
''Fuck,'' Steve moans against him, letting Bucky rest his head on his shoulder. He slams into him, the sound of it wet and lewd, and presses his hand on Bucky's stomach so that he can't move away from him. ''You want it harder, baby, I'll give it to you harder.''
''Yeees!'' Bucky moans out, allowing Steve to use his body as the man gathers all of the strength he's got left and pushes into his body, his balls pressing up against Bucky's ass and Bucky can feel them twitching against him. ''Fuck, just like that, Steve, fuck! Fuck me!''
Steve's chest heaves behind him, his rhythm turning sloppier with each passing second. Bucky lets his tied-up hands rest against the man's soft, sweaty skin as he pounds into him with all of his strength.
''Gonna cum inside of you, baby,'' Steve tells him, gasping. ''Gonna make a mess out of you.''
''Yes!'' Bucky mewls and lets out a small gasp at the feeling of Steve's hand just barely brushing up against the root of his cock as he moves it in circles on his stomach. ''Want you to do it, Sir, want you to cum in me. Wanna be yours.''
''Ah, fuck!'' Steve growls deeply, twisting his body in a certain way so that he can plant one of his feet on the bed, instead of having it tucked under him. It gives him more leverage and he gives Bucky a harsh thrust. ''Fuck, baby, you're going to be the end of me.''
''I'm close!'' Bucky announces, his stomach twisting and his balls tightening up against his body. He jerks back and forth in time with Steve's thrusts, the man's balls slapping against him deliciously with his newly found strength.
''Mmh, already, baby?'' Steve whispers into his ear and slows down his rhythm so that he can gently nudge against Bucky's prostate with each thrust. ''But you've gotta ask for permission, baby. After all, I am the one in charge.''
Bucky whines, tears streaming down his face again. He sniffles. ''M- May I please cum, Sir?''
''Good boy,'' Steve praises him and snaps his hips forward. ''Cum for me, baby. Let me see it.''
It only takes two more harsh thrusts for Bucky's cock to twitch against his stomach and spurt out the first ropes of cum. He screams so loud that he knows he'll be embarrassed about it later but the feeling that takes over his body is magnificent. If Steve wasn't holding onto him right now, he wouldn't be able to stay up.
''Shit!'' he yells, pushing his hips desperately forward as his cock drools out the last bit of cum onto the already dirty sheets. His stomach contracts beneath Steve's hold and a single lone tear falls down his cheek as he tries to calm himself down.
Steve lets go of him and takes a hold of his arms, gently lowering him on the bed. He presses his hand against the side of Bucky's face, pushing him into the mattress as he speeds up his thrusts again, chacing his own climax.
His other hand slams down against Bucky's ass, making him let out a tired whine, and he grips onto it tightly as he starts letting out softs gasps himself.
''Yeah, baby.'' He snaps his hips forward fast and hard, his words coming out a little wobbly as he does so. ''Fuck, I'm gonna cum in you.''
''Please, Sir,'' Bucky whispers against the sheets, blinking slowly as his cheek rubs against the sheets as Steve keeps bounding into him with all he's got. Each thrust sends sparks up his spine but Bucky's too out of it to even moan. ''Please.''
Steve drapes himself over Bucky, letting go of his face and ass and planting his hands on either side of his head. He stills, spilling into the condom, and pulls Bucky into a kiss that literally takes his breath away.
''Fuck,'' Steve breathes against his skin when he pulls away, his eyes closed as he snaps his hips forward a couple of more times, emptying himself inside of Bucky. ''Jesus Christ, baby, I… Fuck.''
Bucky smiles to himself, feeling splendidly spent and used, and right now, there's nothing he wants more than for Steve's cock to stay inside of him, balls against his ass the way they are now, and to fall asleep.
To his dismay, that's not what he gets. Steve kisses him on the cheek and neck before looking down and pulling out of him slow and gentle. He leans back on his knees, lifting his weight off of Bucky, and tosses the condom into the nearby trash bin.
''Good boy,'' Steve whispers to him, leaning forward again to place kisses all over his back. His hands twiddle with the tie for a while until he gets the knot open and he lets it fall on the floor on top of all the rest of their clothes.
Bucky makes the mistake of moving his hands fast, bringing them to his face and he hisses when they cramp. Steve quickly pulls them back down to his sides and massages them while whispering sweet nothings to him.
''Gotta be careful, Buck,'' he tells him, lips barely touching his overheated skin. ''Let me take care of you.''
''Yes, Sir,'' Bucky whispers back and lets his already relaxed body relax even more. The mattress beneath him is so soft that he feels like he's laying on a marshmallow.
Steve grabs wipes from the side table and when he's done with Bucky's arm massage, he takes out a few of them, placing them next to him on the bed. He carefully spreads Bucky's asscheeks apart, which Bucky shouldn't feel embarrassed about after everything they'd just done but he still does, and wipes away the lube that is left.
Steve repeats the process a few more times before tossing the wipes away and climbing over to the other end of the bed, sitting down right in front of Bucky's face. His cock is still out of his pants and if Bucky wasn't so tired, he would reach out for it and ask to have it in his mouth again.
Steve smiles down at him, almost as if he knows what Bucky is thinking about, and tucks his cock away into his pants, not bothering to zip the pants up though. He places one hand on Bucky's back and the other one on his side and turns him over onto his back.
''Fuck,'' he whispers when he sees that some of Bucky's cum has dried up on his stomach. He can't stop himself from pulling him into another kiss.
Bucky whimpers against his lips but pushes against them, loving the natural taste of the man. He finally has the strength to move one of his arms and places a hand on Steve's shoulders as he allows himself to be engulfed by the man.
''Such a good fucking boy, Buck,'' Steve tells him when he pulls away and lays down next to him on the bed. He wraps an arm around Bucky's shoulders and pulls him to lay against his bare, sweaty chest. ''You were so good for me, you know that?''
Bucky only hums, turning over to his side so that he can press his face against Steve's chest properly, and wraps his leg over the other man's fabric-covered leg. He smells amazing, like a man who's just come home from a long day of work, bitter from all the sweat but sweet from whatever body wash he uses. Perfect.
''So good for me,'' Steve whispers and presses a kiss on his forehead. ''Look at me, baby.''
Bucky tilts his head up.
''Do you want to stay here or do you want to go into the aftercare room?'' Steve asks him, his voice hushed and gentle, the complete opposite of what his voice had sounded like when he'd first spoken to Bucky.
''Will...'' Bucky starts, slowly finding his words. ''Will there be other people there?''
''At the aftercare room?'' Steve asks and Bucky gives him a nod. ''Yeah, probably, baby. A lot of people like to use it.''
''Then no,'' Bucky replies and snuggles against Steve's chest, taking in his scent again. ''Wanna stay here.''
''Okay. That's okay,'' Steve whispers to him, his nose buried in Bucky's messed up hair. ''Would you be okay with it if I went and got you some snacks though? Gotta get you hydrated again and I'm sure I'll find something that'll give you some energy.''
Bucky smiles and nods against him. ''Want chocolate.''
Steve smiles back at him and chuckles. ''Chocolate. Okay, we'll see what I'll find. I'll be back in a couple of minutes, okay? I won't be long. If you need anything, you just call out to Robert.''
Bucky looks at him, confused when Steve begins to get out of bed.
''Robert?''
''The man outside the door,'' Steve replies, smiling and brushes his hand through Bucky's hair. ''Remember?''
Oh yeah. Bucky had completely forgotten.
He blushes. ''Yeah.''
''I'll be right back,'' Steve tells him one more time before grabbing his shirt and pulling it on, not bothering to button it up. He walks out of the room.
Bucky rolls on his back and can't help but giggle as he stares up at the ceiling. Seven months… Yeah, this was definitely worth the wait.
He rolls around on the bed like a happy kitten until his back comes into contact with the dried mess on the sheets. He makes a face, even though no one's looking, and carefully gets out of bed, holding onto the side of it as his legs are still shaking.
He wipes himself down a little more when he feels some more lube sliding down his thigh and tosses the wipe in the trash before throwing the cover they'd kicked to the bottom of the bed over the dirty sheets.
With a sigh, he climbs back on and smiles to himself.
In the silence of the room, he hears a clock ticking and he finally finds it hidden behind the lamp on the side table. It's small and he has to squint a little to see the numbers. The club will still be open for a couple more hours, he's in no rush.
He waits there for Steve and when the clock ticks forward once again, marking that the man's been gone for five minutes, Bucky's stupid mind takes over the soft feeling he'd been wrapped in until now.
What if the man isn't coming back?
Bucky shakes his head. The suit jacket and the shoes that Steve had been wearing looked expensive, so it wasn't like he would just leave them here. Sure, it was summer but it'd still be unpleasant to walk in the streets barefoot. Although, Steve was probably rich enough to have a driver or something, or at least a car.
Or maybe the man wasn't rich at all, just wearing one expensive suit.
''Oh, shut up,'' Bucky tells his brain and leans against the soft pillow behind him.
The clock tics forward again.
But what if he really did leave?
Bucky hates the feeling of hurt and disappointment that settles heavily on his chest. He gulps down the tears that are way less fun than the once he'd let out only a moment ago.
Just as he's about to get up again, to gather his clothes and leave, the door opens and Steve walks in, carrying two water bottles and what looks like a whole bunch of different kinds of snacks.
And that's when the most embarrassing part of the night happens. Bucky bursts into tears.
Steve is by his side in a heartbeat and the snacks and the water bottles get thrown recklessly at the end of the bed as he climbs next to Bucky and pulls him in his arms, his warm hand running up and down his back in a soothing manner.
''Hey, what's going on?'' he asks, his voice hushed and worried. ''It's okay, Buck. It's okay.''
Bucky can't bring himself to answer, knowing fully well that speaking up will just make him cry even harder, so instead, he wraps his arms around Steve's neck and buries his face into his chest, breathing in his scent that is now laced with some kind of a sharp perfume, probably from someone he'd walked past on his way back to the room.
They sit there for a while and Bucky can't hear the clock anymore. He sniffles, taking in deep breaths the way Steve keeps telling him to do, and soon, the weight begins to lift off of him.
He glances up at the man shyly. ''I'm sorry.''
''No, no.'' Steve unravels one of his arms from around him and reaches for one of the water bottles. ''What brought this on, hm?''
''I just...'' Bucky shakes his head, embarrassed. He lowers his voice. ''Ithoughtyouwouldn'tcomeback.''
Steve frowns. ''What was that?''
''I thought you wouldn't come back,'' Bucky repeats himself, his voice still quiet but more clear.
''Why wouldn't I…?'' Steve rubs his hand over his face in frustration. ''Shit, baby. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have left you alone so soon after-''
''What?'' Bucky shakes his head. ''No, I… This isn't… This wasn't sub drop, was it? I mean, we didn't even do anything extreme, come on, I'm not that sensi-''
''Okay, calm down, calm down,'' Steve chuckles softly, placing his chin on Bucky's head. ''I didn't say that it was sub drop but it's cute that you know that word. You really must like your research.''
Bucky blushes and looks down.
''But it could've been sub drop,'' Steve continues, voice now even softer than before. ''You don't have to do anything extreme to have it happen to you. This is all new to you and since you've never done anything like this before, having someone else in charge and so on, it could be quite extreme to you personally.''
Bucky nods, listening carefully to the man's words, liking the way his chest rumbles under his ear.
''Sub drop is just your body's response to the drop of endorphins. It can happen to anyone,'' Steve explains. ''Kind of like how after you get back home from a nice vacation, you might feel a little off for a while because the fun has come to an end. Does that make sense, baby?''
''Yeah,'' Bucky mumbles a reply.
''The other possibility is that you just got a little insecure...'' Steve continues and smiles down at Bucky. ''I shouldn't have left you alone right after regardless. I guess I wasn't expecting this reaction from you either, but I should have. I hope you'll forgive me. Next time I'll know better.''
Bucky chuckles. ''Yeah, you're forgiv- Wait.''
''Hm?''
''Next time?'' Bucky asks, looking up at him again, his eyes wide in surprise.
''Of course,'' Steve replies, smiling. ''I did promise you a window fuck, didn't I?''
That makes Bucky laugh and the rest of the horrible feeling on his chest disappears into thin air.
''Yeah, I'd really like that… Snacks now?''
''Water first,'' Steve says, sounding relieved now that Bucky is feeling better.
''But-''
''Water. First.'' Steve gives him a look and it makes Bucky nod immediately. ''Good boy.''
Bucky allows Steve to bring the bottle to his lips and pour some of the nice, cool water down his throat. He pulls away when he's had enough and before he gets the chance to wipe away the water that had dripped down his chin, Steve does it for him.
Bucky could definitely get used to this.
They lay down after Steve brings the snacks closer to them and he hand-feeds Bucky all different kinds of dried fruit and nuts. They taste good, even though they're not something Bucky would have personally chosen for himself, but Steve could feed him pickles (ew) and he'd gladly have them.
''You have a thing for feeding too?'' Steve teases him, popping another piece of fruit into Bucky's mouth, and watches him chew it.
Bucky frowns at him cutely, scrunching his nose. ''No.''
Well, maybe. He's learned a lot about himself tonight.
''And what do you mean too?'' Bucky asks.
''Well, you told me that you were into taking it rough, being tied up, getting spanked, and being told what to do,'' Steve replies. ''I noticed a few more things that you might be into.''
''Like what?'' Bucky looks up at him, feeling curious.
''Size kink for sure,'' Steve says, huffing out a soft laugh.
''I do appreciate a good, big cock,'' Bucky chuckles, and he just loves the way Steve throws his head back when he can't control his laughter. ''And let me tell you, Sir, you've got the biggest one I've ever seen.''
''Is that so?'' Steve asks, his lips teasing the sensitive skin by Bucky's jaw. ''You took it so well, baby. It took some work, but you took me in like it was nothing. You did so good, Buck.''
''Shut up,'' Bucky huffs out, embarrassed. ''You did most of the work.''
''But you took it all so well,'' Steve repeats, pressing a kiss to his jawline. ''If we had more time, I'd make you take it again.''
Bucky gulps, his eyes flickering over to the clock. ''I thought the club was still open for a couple of hours?''
''It is. But I have to get to work in half an hour,'' Steve explains to him. ''Unless you need more time with me, then I'll figure something out.''
Bucky wants all the time in the world with him.
''I'm doing good now, feeling good. Really good,'' he praises. ''I've needed this for a long time.''
''How long exactly?''
Bucky can feel the blood rushing to his cheeks once again. ''Seven months.''
''Seven months?'' Steve whistles. ''Then it's no wonder you came twice. Jesus, baby, seven months. How did you manage to go unfucked for such a long amount of time with a body like yours?''
Bucky shakes his head. ''I guess I wasn't really even looking for company… And the uhh… coming twice thing? That's never happened before.''
''Yeah?'' Steve asks.
''Yeah...''
''Well, I'm glad I got to help you experience something new,'' Steve tells him with a small smile. He glances down at his watch. ''We really need to start getting ready to leave though… If you're okay?''
''I'm okay,'' Bucky whispers to him.
''You're sure?''
He nods. ''I'm sure. I think my legs have even stopped shaking by now...''
''That's good,'' Steve replies, amused, and climbs out of the bed. He holds his hand out to Bucky.
Bucky accepts the help and gets up from bed. He stands in front of Steve for a moment, making sure that his legs can handle the weight of him again. Gladly, they do.
They both walk around the bed to where their pile of clothes is and start to sort through them.
''Shit, I forgot to ask you if you wanted to take a shower,'' Steve curses as he puts his shoes on. ''Do you?''
''I'll just take one at home, it's fine,'' Bucky replies, even though he does feel a bit sticky everywhere. ''What about the uhh… the sheets? Do we have to change them or something?''
''No, it's okay,'' Steve answers and buttons up his shirt the rest of the way. ''I pay someone to clean the room afterward. Don't worry, baby.''
Bucky nods and puts on his jeans.
''Have you seen my shirt?''
''Right here,'' Steve answers, pulling it out from under his suit jacket.
''Thanks.'' Bucky puts it on swiftly and grabs his jacket from the floor. He throws it over his shoulder.
''You should put that on,'' Steve tells him, nodding toward the leather jacket. ''It's probably a little cool outside by now.''
''Oh… Okay,'' Bucky finds himself answering and puts the jacket on quickly. He smiles at the man in front of him. ''Good, Sir?''
''Very good.'' Steve smirks and looks around the floor. ''Have we got everything?''
''Yeah, I think so,'' Bucky replies, looking over himself to make sure he's wearing everything he'd been wearing when he'd arrived at the club. ''Your tie is on the floor though.''
''Yeah, right.'' Steve leans down and takes it in his hand. He looks down at it for a while before holding it out to Bucky.
Bucky shoots him a confused look.
''What?''
''I want you to have it,'' Steve explains, smiling softly. ''You can think of it as a… token for tonight.''
''Are you sure?'' Bucky asks, already taking hold of the beautiful tie.
''I'm sure,'' Steve replies and places a hand on the small of Bucky's back, gently guiding him toward the door. ''Come on, let's go.''
Bucky folds the tie carefully and places it in his pocket before walking out of the private room with Steve.
The man, Robert, is still standing in the same spot he'd been in when they'd gone in and he gives them a small smile.
''Have a good rest of the night,'' he tells them and Steve only gives him a polite nod in reply.
''Yeah, you too,'' Bucky squeaks out and they continue their way down the hall.
Steve opens the next door for him and allows Bucky to walk out first, following right after him. The door behind them slams shut and clicks locked on its own.
The mood in the main dungeon has shifted from when Bucky had first been there. Music is now playing a lot louder and there are a lot more people. Shyness takes over him once again and Bucky doesn't know what else to do but to tuck himself against Steve's side.
Thankfully, Steve understands immediately and wraps a protective arm around Bucky's shoulders as they walk out of the dungeon and into the lobby. Bucky takes a quick scan of the room but doesn't see Natasha anywhere. He would've liked to say thank you one more time and a goodbye.
They get out of the lobby and walk into the room where Bucky's whole night had started.
''I need to get my phone,'' he tells Steve, who only nods, and lets Bucky go.
''Hello again,'' the woman behind the counter says when she sets her eyes on Bucky. ''I hope you had a good time. May I have your identification, please?''
Bucky grabs his wallet from his back pocket that had somehow, thankfully stayed there the entire time despite everything, and takes out a card and hands it to the woman.
The woman reads his name from the card and hands it back immediately, before leaning down to do her thing below the counter.
Bucky pockets his wallet again and waits.
''Barnes?'' the woman asks so quietly that Bucky barely hears her. He nods. ''Okay, here you go.''
''Thank you. Have a good night,'' Bucky tells the woman and clicks his phone open as he walks back to Steve.
''Good to go?'' Steve asks him, arm coming to rest on his shoulders again.
''I just have to text my friend, she's gonna come and pick me up.''
''Does she live far away from here?'' Steve asks, sounding a little worried.
''No, it's like a… well, a very short drive,'' Bucky replies, smiling up at him while he sends the text.
''Okay, good,'' Steve says, smiling back. ''Bucky...''
''Mmh?''
''I'm going to be here again on Thursday,'' Steve starts, lowering his voice and pulling Bucky closer. ''I should be here by eight, so if you'd like to joi-''
''I'd love to,'' Bucky doesn't even let him finish and presses a quick kiss on Steve's jaw. ''Yeah, I'd love to.''
''So… I'll be seeing you then?'' Steve asks, making sure.
''Absolutely,'' Bucky whispers back, unable to hide the wide grin on his face. ''Can't wait to have you fucking me against that window, Sir.''
''I've created a little exhibitionist, haven't I?'' Steve chuckles and presses a quick kiss on Bucky's lips before he looks around the room. ''Should we wait for your friend outside?''
''Yeah, sure,'' Bucky replies and allows Steve to guide him out of the building.
And of course, Steve was right. It has gotten a little cool outside. Bucky wraps his jacket tighter around himself, cursing at himself for not having gotten the zipper on it fixed.
''Has she replied?'' Steve asks, eyes focused on the phone in Bucky's hand.
Bucky takes a look and chuckles. ''Oh, she has. I just had my phone on silent.''
''She coming to get you?''
Bucky frowns down at his phone. ''She says she's already here.''
He looks around and it doesn't take long for him to stop the old, red car on the side of the road, hidden in the shadows of a big tree.
''That's her?''
''Yes,'' Bucky replies and looks at him. ''Steve, I-''
''Bucky-'' Steve starts at the same time and lets out a small laugh. ''You first, baby.''
Bucky grins at the pet name and clears his throat. ''Steve, I had a great time tonight. I didn't walk into that club expecting to… Well, you know, but I'm glad that I got to meet you and… Yeah. Sorry, I'm really bad at this.''
''You're adorable,'' Steve replies, smiling. ''I had a great time too, Buck. I really did. I'll see you on Thursday?''
''I swear I'll be there,'' Bucky promises and stares up at the beautiful blue eyes of the man in front of him, finding it difficult to say goodbye for now. ''Okay, I should-''
''Yeah,'' Steve chuckles. ''Oh, wait, Bucky-''
Bucky looks at him curiously. ''What is it?''
''I forgot to give you this.'' He takes something out of his pocket and places it in Bucky's hand. ''Enjoy it.''
Bucky stares down at the small chocolate bar resting on his palm and smiles.
''Thank you, Steve,'' he tells him and smiles one more time.
''It's no problem.'' Steve leans down, placing his hand on Bucky's jaw before pressing a kiss on his cheek. ''Go on now. I'll stay here until you get in the car.''
Bucky turns around, knowing that he'll never be able to leave the man if he doesn't do it now.
''Bye, Steve!'' he yells, looking over his shoulder as he starts making his way toward Wanda's car.
Steve waves to him and that's when Bucky forces himself to look away entirely. He'll see the man again, he reminds himself. He'll see him again in only six days. He'd had to wait seven months to have sex because of the lack of opportunity, he can handle being without it for six days, especially since he can now be sure that sex, good sex with Steve, is guaranteed.
There's no more uncertainty.
Wanda has a huge grin on her face when Bucky gets in the car.
''What?''
''You look...'' She laughs. ''You look well fucked.''
''Well, that's because that's exactly what I am,'' Bucky replies, shifting in his seat a little to find a comfortable position and chuckles. She has no idea just how well fucked he is.
''So... who's he?'' Wanda asks, obviously having watched them from the car.
''Steve,'' Bucky replies and his cheeks hurt from smiling. ''I'm going to be seeing him again on Thursday.''
Wanda smiles at him and puts her hands on the steering wheel. ''I'm happy for you, Bucky.''
Bucky spends the ride home looking out of the window into the darkness of the night and twiddling with the tie that is hidden away in his pocket, reminding him of the night that he'd had.
That they'd had.
Fuck, he's happy.
This fic was inspired by this gif:
