July Catch All

[unclesam]

CHARACTERS: Sam Wilson & You (Open + Closed Starters)
LOCATION: All Aboard the Ximilia
DATE: Post Fox and the Hare
CONTENT: Catch-all prompts for post mission feelings
WARNINGS: Will be added to Top Levels

Closed/Open Prompts in the comments:

✪ [OPEN] Simulation Room
✪ [OPEN] Infirmary
✪ [OPEN] Lab/Tech Storage
✪ [OPEN] Training Room
✪ [CLOSED] Natasha

If you want to wildcard anything or want a closed starter, too, feel free to hit me up via PM, Discord: inkcharm#4573 or Plurk: inkcharm

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[unclesam]

[ Well damn. It's been a while for Sam, but he think he can honestly say he's found few things as hot in life as Bucky guiding him to taking off his underwear. The man has no right to be hot enough to pull shit like this off successfully. ]

Tell me about those dirty dreams of yours, Buck.

[ And with that, Sam sinks down onto his knees for Bucky, hands settling on the man's hips. Drinking in the sight of him with a small sound between pleasure and excitement. And yet following that request, Sam doesn't get to work - not right away at least. Instead he kisses and licks and nips at Bucky's skin, lazy and seemingly without direction.

Until eventually...

Eventually he looks up at Bucky, eyes dark below his long lashes. Reaches up, takes Bucky's hands in his and tugs them, gently, to his own head. Guides Bucky into cradling his head with both hands - both, he won't let Bucky pull away here.

It's a reward, practically, when Bucky's hands are both in position, causing Sam to lean in with a moan to lick a wet stripe up the length of Bucky's cock, lips eventually barely brushing the head. ]

This what you dream of?

[starer]

[He's beyond words by the point that he realizes that Sam's expecting a response. Beyond the capability to speak. With Sam on his knees in front of him, those hands on his hips feel like a brand. Like he's being claimed through to the core. And all Bucky can do in response is stare. Only this time-

This time he's stuck trying to remember how to breathe. This time there's faint tremor running through his body that Sam's entirely to blame for. This time, it has nothing to do with trying to intimidate the other man and everything to do with trying to remember all of this. The way Sam looks. The feel of those hands on his hips. Of his own against Sam's face.

It's Sam's tongue though that has his eyes closing briefly. That has a shaky breath escape him, and his grip tightening just slightly. There's a soft curse on his lips when he finally catches himself, thumbs swiping the corners of Sam's mouth.]

Need me to tell you how the only time I wake up hard, it's cause I've been dreaming about you? Fuck, Sam. It's always you.

[unclesam]

Yeah.

[ And Sam's voice is rough with need to mirror Bucky's own, cock painfully hard from just this much. He sweeps his hands down to Bucky's strong thighs, and then inwards. Cups his balls. ]

Yeah, baby, that's it.

[ and with those thumbs swiping over the corners of his mouth, in feels all too easy to let his lips part. Let his mouth fall open as he leans forwards, tongues at the head of Bucky's cock, the small slit beneath, and then just lets the weight of him sit on Sam's tongue and slowly glide into the wet, warm heat of Sam's mouth. Hollows his cheeks when he pulls back, breathes through his nose. Lets his eyes fall closed as he gives himself to a rhythmn he thought he'd long forgotten. One hand on Bucky's hip to steady himself, head cradled by Bucky's hands, eyes closed in blissful concentration as he takes him deeper and deeper, inch by inch each time, until Bucky feels resistance. Sam stills instead of pulling back this time. Concentrates on his breathing. Concentrates on letting his body fall into the sort of calm he's learned in specialised training - never meant for this, but useful all the same.

And after a moment of holding still, of just his tongue giving gentle pressure, he finally moans, needy, and relaxes his throat like its nothing. Lets Bucky's cock inch that last bit deeper. Lips stretched wide around him. And then he swallows around the head of Bucky's cock. ]

[starer]

[It's a struggle to keep his hips still. To hold back and not push Sam for more when he's already giving so much. But when he swallows him down so completely, when that pressure builds, he feels like he's been shocked by a live wire. Ends up jolting, burying himself almost impossibly deeper as he thrusts forwards.

But then he's catching himself again. Pulling back abruptly. Eighty years of forced celibacy followed by barely a week of rediscovering his sex drive leaves him falling short. And by the time he's pulling out, it's already too late. He's already grabbing his cock to angle himself away from Sam as he comes all over his own hand. And before he's even finished, there's a hasty-]

Sorry. Shit.

[-that's breathed out. This really isn't how he was expecting this moment to go.]

[unclesam]

[ There's a small chuckle, surprised but utterly affectionate, followed by warm lips against Bucky's hip bone. ]

Shoulda warned you gag reflex ain't exactly a concern with me.

[ And he stays right where he is, just looks up at Bucky. Tries to coax those too blue eyes back onto him as he takes Bucky's hand and sucks two fingers into his mouth, sticky mess on them included. Pulls off with a small hum a moment later, hands lightly trailing up and down Bucky's thighs, hips, sides. Soothing. And in no rush at all to pull away. ]

Got nothing to be sorry about. Just don't pull out next time. [ Eyes still up, nothing but warmth in them. ] Or don't pull away. Either way... you're fine, I promise. Next time, we...

[ And he falls silent then. Has looked down and to the side. Eyes on the weight of Bucky's dick - showing no signs of flagging. Glances back up. ]

Bit pent up, huh?

[starer]

You really are something else.

[His mind short circuits at the feels of Sam's lips around his fingers, his jaw turning slack as he watches them disappear into his mouth. As he feels that tongue wiping away the mess he'd made. But then Sam's letting his fingers slip free, and Bucky only barely manages to contain the whine of disappointment that's bubbling in his throat. Only ends up swallowing dryly, looking equally as undone by those few seconds as he was by the feel of that same mouth around his cock. It takes a few more attempts before he's able to find his voice again. Before he's able to mutter a quiet-]

You're the first person I've been with since...before.

[Back before he was thrown in to a war and a subsequent life of fighting. When things as relatively simple as dating and sex were easy. And perhaps, more importantly, back before the serum was ever a part of his life. Everything's changed since then, and even now, with all those years spent learning what his new body is capable of, he still doesn't know everything yet.

So even with the promise of a next time, even knowing that Sam wouldn't shy away from a repeat performance, Bucky ends up reaching up to finally tug his own shirt off, tossing it in the corner once his mess is wiped. It leaves him free to cup a hand back around Sam's jaw as he ducks down. As he leans in for a kiss once more. The other, his left, slips round Sam's back. Curls under his ass and tugs him in close. Gives him the leverage he needs to lift the man clean off the ground and move them both over towards the bed instead where he takes a seat, keeping Sam firmly in his lap instead.]

[unclesam]

[ There's a soft curse breathed in between the press of their lips against each other as Bucky lifts Sam up. It still sends Sam spinning in a variety of ways, those casual displays of strength. He'd be lying if he said they don't go straight to his dick. The fact that Bucky not only lifts him with one arm like Sam - a 5'11'' man with quite some muscle mass on his bones - weighs nothing, at an angle in which that shouldn't have been possible for anyone else. But more than desire, there's something else. That little thrill of knowing that all that strength, all that power, is used on him with such appreciation and care.

He wishes Bucky could see himself half the way Sam sees him, with strength that's not a curse but something lovely. Something safe.

On the bed, he straddles Bucky easily. Pressed close, chest to chest.

More than desire and thrill though, something soft and warm is tugging on his heart, so that Sam eventually breaks their gentle, sweet kisses. Pulls back to lean his forehead against Bucky's, just breathe with him.

He's Bucky's first since before so much. And Bucky... well... ]

You're my first since Riley.

[ Voice a whisper. The admission quiet. It's not the same, but it still feels important to share. Sam's trying to tell Bucky that he understands the gravity in his own small way. Wants Bucky to know that they're both something of magnitude to each other.

Sam cups Bucky's face in his hand. A confession made while they're so close that their mouths almost touch whenever one of them speaks. And Sam's been careful not to put too much on Bucky. So careful not to press for the answers and confirmations he knows are there, but needs to hear from Bucky himself at some point. There's no rush. But Bucky... Bucky deserves to know he's special to Sam, too. That he's it for Sam, too, even if neither is pressing for labels and words. ]

Ain't wired like most. I don't just... I can't. Casually, I mean. I can't sleep with someone without... something there, y'know. Never worked otherwise for me.

[ Never worked with less than his full heart. He doesn't say that out loud, but thinks Bucky might understand it anyway. ]