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“Buck, honey, are you okay?” Sam asks, pulling away from his neck to look into James’ eyes. They’re watering, even though he’s clearly trying to hide it. “Shit, hey, hey, baby? What’s wrong?” He wipes the tear off his cheek with his thumb.
“I’m— I’m okay, keep going,” he says, but his tone’s shaky, and his flesh hand is trembling, now that he notices.
His eyebrows knit together, concerned. “Bucky. Tell me, I won’t be mad. At all. I promise,” he reassures. “You can trust me.”
But James shakes his head, jaw tensing up. “Seriously. I’m okay, Sam.” His crying slows down, however it seems like he’s holding back, not that he’s better.
Sam presses his lips in a thin line. He should’ve known this wouldn’t be easy. He didn’t even think James still had libido, after all those years of suppressing his needs. But one thing led to another and they ended up making out, and he was hard. He supposed he was aroused too, that’s why he kept going. Turns out, he’s not. Or is he? What if he’s scared?
He brushes James’ brunette hair out of his face. “Hey, you know I’d never hurt you, right?” he comforts, his tone as steady and gentle as he can.
With an unsure expression, the super-soldier sniffles. “I— Yeah... I know.” As he sees Sam’s frown, he gives in. “Okay. It’s just... Not you. At all. You were so sweet and caring. Don’t worry, you didn’t do anything bad,” he explains. He takes a deep breath, looking into his boyfriend’s eyes, checking for a reaction before continuing, “It’s just... weird, you know?”
“Weird how?” he asks, rubbing his thumb over James’ human knuckles.
“Weird... just weird. I’m not used to being touched with, you know, love.” He’s slurring some words, nervous. “I— I was...” He can’t finish, but judging by Sam’s understanding gaze, he gets what he means. “So now when you touch me I can’t help but go back there. And, shit, I’m sorry. I wish I could just —”
Sam then leans in, capturing his lips in the most loving kiss ever, reaching out to cup his face. James shudders, yet he reciprocates it. He rests his hand on the back of the brown-eyed’s neck.
Once he pulls back, he says, “Cut that crap right now, Bucky. I love you. If you want to try, I’ll wait. And if you don’t, it’s okay. We can just cuddle.” His smile is so casual that it makes his pupils dilate, swallowing the blue irises.
He shakes his head. “No, I want to try again. Let’s just... go slower. Can we?”
“Of course we can, Buck. But are you sure?” He wonders if he’s just attempting to make it up for what he thinks he did wrong, or if he really is aiming to work on it.
“Yeah, I’m sure.”
He nods, taking his own shirt off, revealing his board shoulders and buffed up chest. James’ eyes widen, admiring his physique. And by the way his jaw drops a little, Sam can tell he loves the view.
Shifting closer, he murmurs, “You can touch, baby, it’s all right.”
The super-soldier’s breath hitches, his fingers twitching. But he’s unsure. Eventually, he starts tracing Sam’s waist, his skin so warm under his fingertips. He blinks like he’s amazed. Which, yeah, he is.
He hums, leaning into his touch. “That’s it. Feels good, Buck,” he whispers. “You’re doing great.”
As he notices his cheeks heating up, the idea of James having a praising kink stumbles through his mind. It’d make sense.
His hands continue exploring, now palming Sam’s abs. He feels the firm, strong muscles tense up from the excitement. Then he slides up to his chest. He has a vague memory of being a tits-man when he was young. If he wasn’t, he is now.
He brushes his nipples accidentally, dragging a tiny sigh out of Sam’s mouth. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to —”
“No, no. Please keep doin’ it,” he interrupts before he can even finish the sentence.
He swallows deeply, nodding. “Okay.” He catches the hardening tip between his fingers, pinching gently. He tugs on it, gets bolder when he sees that Sam likes it. It hardens up.
Then, the Cap puts both of his hands on James’ chest, pushing him down.
“What’s wrong? Did I overstep?” he asks, insecure.
He shakes his head, smiling. “No, sweetheart. I’m just trying to make ourselves more comfy.” He rubs his flesh shoulder. “Can I sit in your lap?”
James doubts for a moment, but he nods, a little tense. “Yeah, sure.”
But Sam doesn’t move yet. “Babe, if you don’t —”
“I can’t try if I don’t get a little uncomfortable first, Sam,” he says.
Caressing over the brunet’s pec, he declares, “Yeah I know, but that doesn’t mean I can’t check on you.”
He sighs. “Thanks. But it’s okay, c’mere.”
Hesitant, Sam climbs onto his lap, straddling his hips. He strokes his cheek, looking down at him with a comforting quiver. “How do you feel?”
“I’m— It’s all right.” He rests his hands back on Sam’s waist. He’s not as tense as he thought he would be.
Sam beams, leaning in to press a quick kiss on James’ lips. “Ohh, you’re getting this confident already?” he teases, making him chuckle.
“You’re pretty.” It slips out without him meaning to.
The man sitting on top blinks, but then giggles. This guy makes him giggle. “Thanks, baby. You too.”
James looks up at him, drifting to his chest. He squeezes Sam’s waist, catching his attention — he has it already, all the time. “Can I keep touching?”
“Wha— Buck, I’m sitting right in your lap. I want you to touch me. You don’t have to ask,” he says, leaning forward to whisper in his ear, “You can also use your mouth.” That sends a shiver all the way down the brunet’s spine.
He swallows thickly, breathing picking up. He looks at what’s literally in front of him; his chest. That glorious pack of pecs is full on display. He nods, though it’s a little shaky. This time, he’s not insecure — well, okay, he may be, but less. He’s just too excited.
“I— I can do that, yeah.” He leans forward, his hand over Sam’s back as he gets one of his nipples in his mouth. He thinks of it as a lollipop. He circles it with his tongue, feeling it hard up against it. He can’t help but moan around it.
Sam moans; low and raspy. God, James loves it. The Cap brushes his hair, fingers carding through it as he mumbles, “Bucky...”
Suddenly, he feels something twitch under him. He’s getting him worked up, now he just has to go slow as they agreed.
Still with his lips around Sam’s nipple, James begins to tease the other, repeating his previeous movements. This time he adds rolling it between his fingers as he sucks on the other.
Sam pulls away, panting ever the slightest. His cheeks are flushed, eyes glazed with desire. He starts testing the waters. He grips his flesh shoulder, resting his other hand over his left pec. He grinds down, making him tense up.
“I— Sammy, God... Slower,” he asks.
He instantly slows down the pace, barely brushing against his hardening boner. He rubs his thumb over his chest, trying to keep his own arousal in check. “Is this better?”
“Yeah, it’s... Shit, it’s amazing.” He rests his hands back on his waist, but then they slide down to his grabbable hips. He presses, digging his thumbs into them. His own buck involuntarily, pushing and meeting Sam’s grinding.
Sam moans, picking up the pace leisurely, careful with not speeding up too fast. He wants him inside, but he’s not sure how much can James take without panicking.
“Hey, sweetheart?” he breaths out. “What do you wanna do? Is there anything you’d prefer or...?”
His jaw clenches, looking away from Sam for a second. “I’m... I don’t know. I don’t even know what my limits are,” he admits, his voice low and unsure. “Is there anything you want?”
Surprised, he stares. “I don’t want to force you to do it, Buck.”
“You won’t, I just wanna know.” As he notices Sam’s hesitant expression, he says, “Listen, if I don’t want to, I’ll tell you. Don’t make this only about me, Sam. I want you to enjoy it, too.”
He’s still a little doubtful, but he tells him. “Okay. I, uh... Are you okay with being inside me?” he asks, not very subtle. Underneath him, something shifts. Well, that’s one way to say he likes it.
With his cheeks flushing, James blinks. He’s totally in. But he doesn’t know if he can take it. “Yeah, I’m... Yes, I’d love that.” He sighs, his eyes locking on Sam’s again. “Are you sure you want it? I’d probably shake the whole time. And what if I hurt you? I mean, maybe I won’t be able to control myself and you’ll end up sore and —”
Sam shuts him, pressing his index finger to his lips. “Shh, Buck. First of all, if you’re up to it, let’s do it. As long as you don’t feel bad, I don’t mind you shaking or any of that.” He leans forward, planting a soft kiss on his boyfriend’s forehead. “And I trust you, I know you know how to hold yourself back. Even if you do slip, it’d be an accident. And I’d let you know, okay? You won’t hurt me.”
James nods, hands already trembling a little. “Okay. But please, just let me know.”
“I promise.”
Then, he moves from the brunet’s lap, going to the kitchen to get the oil he bought for massages, not for culinary reasons. This one is extra virgin olive oil. It’ll work.
He comes back to the bedroom, bottle in hand as he walks through the door. “I’m back,” he says with a smile.
James’ eyes fix on the oil, blinking out of confusion. He pushes himself up, supporting his weight on his elbow. “Uh... I thought we were gonna have sex, not... well, cook?”
A chuckle slips out of his lips as he resists the urge to ruffle his hair.
“It’s also used as lube. Remember when I rubbed your back with this?”
He stays still, pulling out the stupid pouty face he uses when he thinks — Sam adores it. Especially because his lip pillow makes ten times cuter.
Then, he unzips his jeans. He can hear James’ gulp. He pulls them off, throwing them onto the floor. Now he’s stripped down to his boxers, which are painfully tight, stained, even.
His ears perk up as the bed shifts. He’s taking his henley off, exposing his muscular torso, decorated with scars that show that he’s been through, especially the ones on his shoulder. He’s almost completely hairless, except for the happy trail leading to a happy place. His chest is rising and falling with each pant, abs tightening. God, he looks so good.
Sam smirks, getting closer to the bed. “Sweetheart, you’re gorgeous,” he murmurs, leaning in to kiss his flustered lover. He pulls away, but stays close to his mouth. “I’ll take off my underwear, okay?”
Once he gets a nod, he pulls them off. His cock is half-hard, twitching. It’s got an only vein running through the underside. The head’s reddened, the slit already leaking.
He climbs onto the bed, enjoying James’ admiring look. He glances at himself, his hands clutching in the sheets. He should take his clothes off, too, right? That’s what Sam wants him to do, what he expects, no?
With shaky fingers, he begins to pull down his sweats, but it’s clear that he’s feeling unease. It seems like it’s pretty obvious, since he feels a hand dropping onto his shoulder.
“Babe, it’s okay. You don’t have to,” he reassures.
But he clenches his jaw tighter that he already was. “No.”
Sam keeps his hand on his shoulder for a moment, his thumb rubbing over it before moving it to push James’ hair out of his face. “Buck. I’m serious, you really don’t —”
Suddenly, the super-soldier lowers his sweatpants just enough to see bare flesh peeking out. Oh. So he’s not wearing any underwear, Sam thinks.
“Do you want me to do it for you?” he asks.
“I— yeah, that’d be nice,” the brunet answers.
Sam nods and kisses him, his tongue brushing over his bottom lip, asking for entrance. He’s welcome, as usual. He slides it into his mouth, tilting his head just enough as he slowly begins to take his clothes off. James lifts his hips so they come off more easily. Once he’s free, the Cap carefully wraps his hand around his cock, making him shudder.
“Is this okay?” he murmurs into the kiss.
James nods, moaning against his lips. He cradles the back of Sam’s neck, pulling him closer. “Yeah... God, it feels good,” he says, then adds, “Just keep it like that.”
He keeps his hand moving up and down, adjusting the speed based on his boyfriend’s reactions, who’s actually very responsive. It’s so sexy. He lowers his mouth to kiss under his jaw, feeling the freshly shaved stubble scratch his skin.
Still seeing how much he can take, he starts teasing the tip, circling around the leaking slit. James’ reaction is to thrust into his fist. That worked great.
“You like that, huh?”
He nods again, his hand tightening in Sam’s nape. “Sammy,” he moans.
He begins to slam forward, getting messier. The friction’s driving him crazy. The thought of Sam being the one holding his cock is just amazing. He throws his head back, exposing his thoart. His right hand clutches the sheets tighter, groaning Sam’s name in a low, breathy way. He can already feel his orgasm building inside.
Sam notices that he’s close and grips it with more force. He kisses the side of his neck, barely a brush of lips. “Let go, baby, I’ve got ya.”
“Sam— oh God, Sammy, I—” He snaps his hips into his hand, the first string of cum spilling out. The younger one slows down his movements, milking him as he whispers, “You did so good, Buck. So good.”
Once he’s spent, he takes a deep breath, staring at the ceiling with a dazed look, eyes half-lidded. Sweat drips down his temple, strands plastered to his forehead. His chest heavies, glistening to the light. His abs still twitch from after shocks.
Sam lies next to him, wiping his hand on the sheets — he’ll clean later, there’s no way he’s gonna miss this.
He rests his head on his hand, looking at his boyfriend with such a caring gaze.
Then, James turns to him, still coming down from his high. A smile tugs at the corners of his lips, flashing him with a soft beam. “I love you,” he says as his hand places on Sam’s cheek.
He snuggles closer, leaning into his touch. “I love you too, sweetheart.”
They stay cuddled up together for a moment, Sam’s arm over his waist as he nuzzles his face into his chest, the quiet heartbeat against his cheek. Then, James says, “I want to do it.”
Sam’s eyes widen, his mouth twitching involuntarily. “What? Are you sure? You just came.”
“Yeah I know. But I’m sure. Besides, you didn’t.”
Right. He looks down at himself, still half-hard. He forgot it with all the experimenting-with-a-handjob thing.
He runs his fingers through James’ hair. “Okay, then. If you’re sure, I’m all in.”
“Nope, I’m gonna be all in.”
“Bucky.” But despite himself, he can’t help but laugh.
He gently pulls away from him, kissing his forehead first. He wonders where did he leave the olive oil. He probably put it on the bed, and it must’ve fall off. So probably under it. He bends down to search and nope, nothing. He starts running around the bedroom. He can hear a soft breathy chuckle from his boyfriend, but he decides to ignore it. Then, he sees something glisten under the table in front of the bed. Finally. He gets down to grab it.
“Holy shit,” James says from behind, mouth falling open as he stares at Sam’s ass. Okay, scratch that about him being a tits-guy, this is way better.
Sam turns around, blinking the confusion away. “Uh... everything okay?” he asks, then looks down at the brunet’s twitching cock. He realizes. A smirk appears on his face. “Ohh, now I get it.” He climbs onto the bed, oil still in his hand. “You like my ass, Buck?”
“I— yes. I mean, have you seen it? It’s... holy fuck, it gets better everytime I look at it,” he says, amazed. “And there are people that still say Steve’s is America’s ass...”
He laughs, carefully climbing onto James’ lap again. He tenses up a little, but he seems too into Sam’s butt to even notice. “Sorry I can’t stop staring.”
Leaving the oil next to them, Sam’s palms fall onto the super-soldier’s chest. “It’s alright. You know, there’s a position where you can see it while I’m right here.”
He tilts his head. “No, I like your face more.”
Okay, that might’ve turned him on even more. In all his relationships, sex was more like a game, not affection. It’s not that he didn’t enjoy it, but hell, this is way better. The intimacy.
He reaches out for the oil and looks down at the blue-eyed. He probably doesn’t know how to finger. Well, more like he doesn’t remember, ‘cause judging by Steve’s stories, he was a total ladies’ guy.
“Do you know how to, uh, finger?” he inquiries.
“What? I swear, if this is another joke of me being one-armed...”
He bursts out laughing. “Oh God, I love you,” he declares, then explains, “No, it’s not. Basically, ‘finger’ in this context means, uh... Well, put them in someone’s hole to loosen it up enough so the intrusion doesn’t hurt.”
“Oh. No, I don’t know how.”
Sam leans in to press a quick peck to his lips before giving him the full lesson. “Alright, look, it’s not science or anything hard. See that thing?” He points to the oil. “You already know it makes the penetration less painful or painless. You gotta lube up your fingers and start slow. Slide one inside, move it carefully, stretching. Then you add more — three would be okay.” He grabs the bottle again, still straddling his boyfriend’s hips. “Oh, and you may find my prostate. Don’t touch it much; that’d make me cum before you even get inside.”
James nods, trying to store the information. He seems a little unsure. “Uh... okay.”
“I can do it myself if you’re afraid,” he assures, then gets close to his ear to whisper, “But I’d love to have your fingers inside me.”
His cock twitches against Sam’s. “I— yeah, I’ll do it.”
Sam takes James’ hand on his own and pours some oil onto his flesh hand. The super-soldier slicks his fingers until they’re shiny.
Then, the Cap turns around in his lap, getting on all fours, his ass high up facing him. He hears a soft “oh shit” from him, them a cold hand palms one of his buttocks, almost kneading.
He lifts his hand and presses his thumb to his entrance, making Sam’s breath hitch. He circles around the flushed rim, soft to his touch. He pulls it out and replaces it with his middle finger, sliding it, being swallowed by his heated walls.
“Buck, baby— slower, yeah?”
“Shit, yeah, of course. Did I hurt you?”
Sam shakes his head. “No, it’s okay. Just go slower.”
That’s what he does. He carefully keeps pushing it until it’s knuckle-deep. He curls it up, stretching his hole as he holds him by his hip.
“Another.”
He adds the second one, now moving them at the same time. He starts pulling them in and out, thrusting gently. Sam moans, clenching around him, then releasing his grip. After a minute, the third one comes. The feeling is more intense, to the point where he clutches the sheets. “Baby— ah. You can... you can put it in.”
Then, he accidentally presses Sam’s sweet spot, dragging a moan out of him, his hips bucking back against him. He pulls them out carefully so the feeling of emptiness isn’t that bad.
He turns around, his face flushed and dazed. Grabs the oil and lubes up his boyfriend’s cock. He straddles him, his hole right over the tip. “Okay, ready? Tell me if something feels off.”
Once the brunet nods, he begins to sink down. God, it’s been a while since someone fucked him. Sure, he’s used a few sex toys, but they’re not the same as having your partner inside.
James quickly grabs his hips, moaning. He clenches his jaw, trying hard not to whimper. It works. Barely. The tight heat wraps around him.
“Baby, oh shit— Sammy, you’re... fuck, you’re tight,” he manages to say between breathy groans.
Sam smirks, holding himself back do he doesn’t just snap his hips down. “Yeah, well, you’re big.”
The super-soldier can’t help but push Sam down a little, urging him to go faster. “Sam, please, can— oh God— can you...?” He doesn’t even need to finish that sentence; Sam can tell only by his eyes.
Sam sinks down faster until he’s fully sitting in James’ hips. He takes a moment to adjust ‘cause, hell, he is big. “How does if feel, huh?”
“Good... so good. You?”
“Perfect,” he whispers to his ear, then nibbles down on his lobe, dragging a little whine out of him. Cute.
He starts rocking his hips, grinding against him while moaning. He pinches James’ nipple between his fingers, causing him to let out a breathy groan.
His hands move to Sam’s ass, gripping those cheeks. It feels so good, much better than he imagined. He’s not trembling; that’s a win.
Then, Sam stops.
“Why’d you —”
“Brace yourself. Tell me if it’s too much.”
And before James can say any other word, Sam starts bouncing on his cock, riding him like a cowboy. His butt slaps against his thighs everytime he presses down. The brunet moans loudly, his hands now lost, not knowing what to grip, hold or where to rest them. He ends up holding onto Sam’s hips, snapping his own forward, thrusting up and matching his boyfriend’s pace.
Sam cries out as James brushes his prostate. He goes faster, pushing down deeper, making him bottom out. His legs are gonna be so sore after all this lifting, but hell, it’s worth it.
Then, the super-soldier’s grip tightens, now keeping him in place as he pounds into him, his cock pushing his sweet spot with even more force, making him shout. “Bucky, fuck! Oh fuck, fuck— baby, God, faster,” he pleads, lost in pleasure.
Without even meaning to, James slaps his ass — maybe muscle memory. It’s great.
“Sorry, I should’a —”
“Don’t you — shit — apologize. Keep doin’ it.”
That’s what he does. He slams up, spanking Sam with his flesh hand over and over as the other holds him still. The thrusts make a constant ‘plap-plap,’ echoing around the bedroom.
He starts ramming, Sam’s eyes rolling back. Then, he hits it. Right there. He shouts, holding onto James’ shoulders. But he quickly moves his left hand to his hair, pulling gently.
“Sam— oh my God, Sammy— I’m gonna come,” he warns.
Sam nods, taking his hand off the brunet’s head to wrap it around his cock, pumping and matching James’ banging. “Me too.”
James snaps forward one last time, pushing Sam’s prostate before spilling his seed, throwing his head back with a loud grunt. Sam comes with him, releasing over his lover’s torso, strands of cum on his abs and chest.
He bounces a few more times, milking him before collapsing on top of him, panting. He tucks his head under his jaw, eyes closed. “How was it?” the Cap asks, his voice strained.
“Mind-blowing,” he answers. Sam’s not watching him, but he can tell he’s smiling.
“Yeah, it was,” he agrees, nuzzling closer, breathing him in.
They stay like that for a few minutes, James gently rubbing his back as their breathing comes back to normal and the post-orgasm bliss slowly disappears.
Sam then sits up, kissing him before announcing, “I’m gonna move. This ain’t pretty.”
He lifts his hips, making James’ cock slide out of him. The brunet winces, but rubs grounding circles on Sam’s thigh.
Once it’s out, Sam lies down next to him, dropping his arm over his boyfriend’s stomach. This is exactly when he remembers they didn’t use a condom. It’s not like he’s not clean or James isn’t — he’s actually pretty sure he can’t even get sick, since he’s “serumed up.” It’s just that now he’s dripping cum and it’s not exactly pleasant.
“You okay?”
“Yeah, but I gotta shower,” he says, his tone light.
He kisses his cheek and stands up from the bed, starting to walk toward the bathroom, but then James grabs his wrist.
“I love you.”
Sam smiles. “I love you too, Buck.”