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“I love you,” blurted Bucky between kisses, blubbering, “I really do.”

Sam felt tears welling up in his eyes.

“Me too,” said Sam, chasing Bucky’s lips, “Love you too.”

Sam grabbed Bucky’s face, pulling it back to keep him there, to keep Bucky doing what Sam wanted him to do for ages but was too scared to ask for. The party was barely a presence in the background as Sam felt the weight of Bucky atop him, how good it felt in conjunction with the slight buzz Sam had, the stars perfectly lighting their first dive into true romance.

“Sam,” whispered Bucky, moving away enough and making Sam grumble, annoyed at this new space between them, “Sam, inside.”

“Yes. In me. Now,” said Sam, misinterpreting the question until he embarrassingly realized Bucky was pulling him up, chuckling, “Shut up. You’re distracting.”

“You too. I don’t even know how I’m thinking straight,” strained Bucky as he pulled Sam close by the waist and kept kissing him, bringing Sam inside the boat.

“Fuck you. Stop thinking so well,” moaned Sam, and maybe he shouldn’t be sort of mad Bucky can still think because Sam currently couldn’t remember if there was a bed on the Paul & Darlene.

Bucky laughed as they both somehow walked downstairs without killing themselves. And right, there was the bed. The thing right behind Sam that he accidentally shoved his heel onto, groaning into Bucky’s shoulder in a very unsexy way.

“Sorry. Sorry, I got distracted,” Bucky kissed into Sam’s skin as Sam laughed, “Real Monkey’s Paw wish you had there, Sam.”

“Whatever,” giggled Sam as the two of them stood right there, groping at each other instead of getting onto the very available bed behind them, “You’re cute. I’ll let that slide.”

“Gonna – push you onto the bed? Is that sexy?” moaned Bucky as he ground into Sam, making Sam groan in the sexy way, “That’s sexy, right? God, I’m so sorry. I haven’t done this in decades.”

Sam stopped whatever they were doing. He just… held Bucky close. Slowing down their progression, but Sam didn’t care. He wanted to hug Bucky.

“I’m your first in forever?” asked Sam a little playfully.

“Ugh. Stop. Don’t make fun of me,” grumbled Bucky halfheartedly.

“Want me to show you some pointers?” asked Sam, grinning, “You know, they discovered this thing recently. The prostate. Have you heard about it?”

Sam felt the rumble of Bucky laughing despite himself.

“You’re the worst,” mumbled Bucky.

“No. I’m the beautiful, talented men who got you to want to fuck for the first time in decades,” said Sam, grinning from ear to ear, “I’m the best.”

Bucky shoved Sam lightly. Sam went down easily, feeling his body bounce on the bed.

“Didn’t someone say you were fantasizing about me in high school?” asked Bucky and oh, right, Bucky was shirtless, “What was the fantasy?”

“What?” asked Sam, a little distracted as his eyes moved down to the bulge in Bucky’s pants.

“What was it? Was it me traveling to the future? Was I lost here and the only way to get home was to fuck you?” asked Bucky, which was truly unfair because it was like the man was reading Sam’s mind as he slowly yet seductively unbuttoned his jeans.

Sam couldn’t take his eyes off as he watched Bucky slowly unzip them too. He kicked off his shoes and hopped for a few seconds as he pulled his socks off, got his jeans fully off, and all of that shouldn’t have been hot. Bucky wasn’t even trying to act hot, that wasn’t fair.

“Huh? Was that it?” asked Bucky and Sam’s mouth betrayed him with a few moans that definitely affirmed Bucky’s thoughts, Bucky’s voice turning into an intense, thick, luscious voice as he continued, “Hey, Casanova. I don’t know how I got here, but I know the way back. To bed me a killer diller glad lad.”

Sam groaned in spite of himself, feeling his shoes and socks leaving him with the help of Bucky Barnes.

“I hate you,” moaned Sam as Sam felt Bucky start to pull his shirt off, “That can’t be hot. Stop making that sound hot.”

“I’m going nuts trying to find a cookie to take a bite out of. I’m a wolf looking for the most delectable dish,” murmured Bucky into Sam’s ear before he nibbled Sam’s earlobe, “Are you rationed, honey?”

Sam shouldn’t have a raging boner because of what Bucky was saying. Why was it all so sultry coming from this asshole? Why did wherever Bucky’s breath hit heat up as he said those words?

Sam had standards. Where were Sam’s standards?

Out the window when it came to a man with washboard abs, a growl of a voice, and eyes that looked like all Bucky wanted to do was make love to Sam and take care of Sam forever, apparently.

Maybe that was okay.

There was so much love in how gently Bucky placed his hands on Sam. How Bucky meandered towards the edge of Sam’s boxer briefs, pulling them down as if waiting for the tipping point for when Sam’s dick sprang out.

Ridiculous.

Adorable.

Sam hated this.

Sam loved this.

Sam wanted Bucky to do this to him for the rest of his life. And wasn’t that an intense thought? Sam wasn’t sure if he could register such an immense idea. Of this. All the time. Whenever he wanted it. Always.

They haven’t even done anything and Sam was already sold.

“You know, I read in an abridged biography about me recently that people called me the Throat Goat of Brooklyn,” said Bucky casually, Sam’s underwear nowhere to be seen and his dick just standing in attention.

Sam’s brain was still trying to let those words fully sink in as he felt Bucky make space between Sam’s legs. Whatever brain cells Sam had left stuttered as he watched Bucky put his fingers in his mouth, preparing them. Sam watched Bucky smile as he let them out with a pop. Sam’s body moved towards the tip of one finger as Bucky circled Sam’s entrance with it, because god, yes. Any thought left in Sam’s mind disappeared when Bucky sunk his warm, wet mouth over Sam’s dick.

Sam wasn’t sure what he was saying. He wasn’t sure if he was saying anything. He could be. He hoped they were praises because what the fuck? Where did any of this come from? Sam deliriously laughed as his mind finally understood the phrase “Throat Goat of Brooklyn” before the moans took over again because fuck. Sam was torn between pushing down on those magical fingers and thrusting into that mesmerizing mouth. Bucky encouraged both with house his fingers angled right at that spot, how he opened his throat up to Sam and hummed and groaned on Sam’s dick.

Sam dove his hands into Bucky’s hair; massaged Bucky’s scalp, gripped Bucky’s hair, did whatever he could to keep Bucky groaning. Sam’s legs moved and fidgeted with the unconscious thrusts of his hips, Bucky’s free hand massaging one of Sam’s thighs in a way that made Sam forget everything but that hand. Which was wild because the man was probably giving Sam the best blowjob in Sam’s life, yet whatever brainpower Sam had remaining focused on a thigh massage.

It was everything.

It was too much.

It was Sam going a hundred miles a second as he found himself toppling into ecstasy. Sam knew he was rambling and raving as he felt himself tighten around Bucky’s fingers, felt himself pour his release down Bucky’s throat as Bucky sucked him dry.

Sam’s body slouched into the bed. His limbs felt like jelly. He was still feeling aftershocks as Bucky kept sucking him, kept moving his fingers, kept massaging his thigh.

Far off, out of range of Sam’s consciousness, he felt the wet heat of Bucky Barnes move off of his dick; heard the pop of Bucky’s lips as he let Sam’s now soft cock free. Felt Bucky’s fingers leave him, but Bucky’s hand still on Sam’s thigh, massaging it lightly.

“So? Good?” asked Bucky.

Sam tried for an annoyed sound. All that came out was blubbering compliments that slurred into the sounds of affirmation.

Bucky moved away. Still hard. Sam flung his hand out towards Bucky, somehow landing on the man, gripping Bucky’s wrist weakly. Bucky frowned.

“Hey. No. You don’t have to do anything. You just came,” said Bucky as he wiped a dribble of come from the corner of his mouth.

Why was that so hot?

“Told you early,” Sam said as he somehow strung together letters into words, “Want you inside me. Now.”

Bucky blinked. As if he hadn’t expected Sam to actually want that. Then melted a bit.

“Tell me if it’s too much too soon,” said Bucky, going down for a kiss before faltering.

Sam rolled his eyes as he somehow made up the distance himself.

Sam tasted himself on Bucky. He tasted himself and the beer they were drinking an hour ago and some leftover crawfish and a little hint of ice cream cake. That should taste disgusting. How was that not the grossest thing Sam had ever tasted? Sam didn’t want Bucky to stop kissing him, though.

Sam moaned at the press of Bucky. Slow and steady. Never stopping. Just moving and moving and moving, carving a space inside Sam for himself.

Sam wanted that.

He wanted to feel Bucky in him. Feel his heat, feel his body transform as Bucky sheathed himself. He wanted to know Bucky in every way he could. Even with how sensitive he felt right now, Sam couldn’t help but moan for more as Bucky slid fully into him. Sam could even feel his dick harden slightly, show some interest. It was too early for a second round for Sam, way too early, but that didn’t mean this couldn’t feel good.

Sam watched Bucky above him as Bucky sat up and held Sam’s body at an angle by Sam’s hips. There was an intensity in Bucky’s eyes as he gazed down at Sam. Like Sam was the only thing he wanted to look at for the rest of his days. Sam felt Bucky’s grip on his hips as Bucky slowly glided out of Sam… then shoved himself in, punching out any air Sam had in him. Sam saw the fucking smirk on the asshole before Sam started seeing stars. The pace went from slow to brutal with each thrust, a mix of adoration and carnal need.

Sam had willingly signed up for this rollercoaster of a little too much, but was unable to say no to it.

He couldn’t.

He didn’t want to.

Not with the way Bucky looked at him. Not with how Sam felt so good with every thrust, even if he knew he wouldn’t come after this because it was way too soon for that. Even then, it was fantastic. Hypnotic as he watched the face Bucky made as he stuttered, stayed deep inside Sam as he came. How Bucky leaned over and gave Sam a messy kiss afterward, said in the most blissed out way, “Love ya.”

Sam could help but giggle at that. Bucky sucked and fingered and railed Sam within an inch of Sam’s life, and after all of that he said, what? “Love ya”? Sam didn’t have the mental capacity to take that in right now. He barely was keeping up with how Bucky slid down Sam’s body with kisses and started to clean Sam up… with his mouth.

And okay, maybe Sam was at the point where he could come for a second time as he felt Bucky’s tongue explore his insides, joined by those fingers. Just eating Sam out. Eating his own come out of Sam. Everything got a little too overwhelming as he felt Bucky’s other hand on his dick and it was just white, Sam’s vision whiting out as a surprise orgasm took over every nerve in Sam’s body.

When Sam came to, he was tucked under the bed, away from the wet spot, his body tangled with Bucky’s. He blinked up at Bucky as he saw the man looking in awe at Sam. Like Sam wasn’t the one who was just thoroughly and devastatingly wrecked here.

“What?” Sam asked, still way too out of it to rub two brain cells together to make a coherent thought.

“Nothing,” said Bucky as he gave Sam a little kiss on the forehead, “I just love you.”

Sam made a few positive sounds as he tried to remember how to say, “I love you too”. Sam decided he’d do that later. When he remembered what words were. He was perfectly fine nestling in Bucky’s arms as sleep found him.