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SAM

Sam squinted, feeling somehow both sore all over the place and a little numb. He yawned, feeling the air on his throat. Sam felt arms around him, ankles hooked around his. Sam panicked, because he had to have slept through his alarm somehow, he was going to be late for work, but the body around him held him closer.

“Hey. It’s okay,” whispered Steve softly onto Sam’s skin, “I called in sick for you for work today. You’re good.”

Sam relaxed. Vaguely, Sam remembered that from last night. Sam remembered… a lot from last night. It had been so much.

Fuck.

“I don’t think I could walk, even if I wanted to,” said Sam to the ceiling.

“That’s why I have muscles, Sam,” said Steve with a kiss on Sam’s shoulder, “Better to pick you up with.”

“I think you got those because of a super soldier serum you took,” said Sam, snorting, “Where’s Buck?”

“Kitchen. Wants to make us all breakfast in bed. Not sure if he meant you two or all of us,” said Steve, “We shall see when he returns. Speaking of your other other half… you talk to Bucky about me?”

Sam took a moment to remember what Steve meant. Thought back to the night before. Sam had opened up the conversation of doing more together. Because he had opened up the conversation with Bucky before.

Sam… nodded.

“Yeah. It came up organically,” said Sam as he turned to Steve, tangling more with Steve, “It wasn’t a planned topic. I wouldn’t just talk about personal things in our separate relationships to the other without permission to do so. You know that, right?”

Steve nodded, looking… a little confused. Curious. Sam couldn’t read whether he was upset or it was a welcomed surprise. He’d always been hard to read. Sam… kind of liked that Steve was like that. It was a relief that it always felt okay to ask Steve how he was feeling. It was one less person’s emotions Sam felt the urge to manage (Sam was working on this in therapy, but it was nice all the same).

“That’s not – I don’t think you’re talking about me behind my back,” said Steve as he pushed Sam lightly onto his back, laying atop Sam, “I am curious, though. What made you two think of me? Was it during a romantic evening when you realized I took you on a better date? Bucky professing that he knows I’m the better boyfriend?”

Steve seemed to just know he had the upper hand here. That he was bound to get an ego boost from this no matter what. Sam kind of wanted to lie, but it was hard to think with those eyes on him.

“It. Um,” said Sam, a little lost in Steve’s eyes, “It came up. In the. Shower.”

Sam saw the bob of Steve’s Adam’s apple as he swallowed. Felt how Steve’s dick was growing.

“A shower?” said Steve as he leaned closer, whispered into Sam’s ear, “You two thought of me, wet and naked and alone? Were you two wishing I was there too? I’m very good in a shower. You know that, though.”

Sam bit back a moan. He didn’t want Steve to have the satisfaction. Who was Sam kidding, though? Steve was probably already feeling Sam filling too. Thinking about that shower. Thinking about Steve wondering what happened in that shower.

“I needed a shower,” said Sam, “And I think Bucky brought up how hot we looked together – you and me. I told Bucky that we should talk about things together if he wanted to do more.”

Steve stared deeply into Sam’s eyes, his hips rolling in a way that made Sam squirm, made Sam’s own dick show interest.

“Do you want to see us too?” rumbled Steve, not breaking eye contact, “See us together. Hold yourself in your hand as I do unspeakable things to Bucky?”

Sam bit down a moan at that thought. Steve started to ground down on Sam with purpose. Sam couldn’t move, not really, but Steve was smirking at Sam as Sam tried to muffle his noises. Sam wanted to say something about that obnoxious smirk, but he couldn’t look away from Steve’s darkened eyes.

“I bet you’d love it if I took him hard. Watched me gag him as I plowed his throat,” growled Steve as Steve pushed his pajama pants down along with Sam’s sweatpants, thrusting faster now that there were no clothes between them, “Stroke yourself as I bend him over a surface and drill into him until he comes dry. Maybe I’ll have you fill his mouth as I rail him into oblivion.”

Sam… said some gibberish. Wobbled letters into existence. Sam groaned as an orgasm snuck up on him, his body fidgeting as he felt those eyes still on him. He watched Steve’s face as he groaned along with Sam, came and just kept thrusting.

“You’d like that, huh?” growled Steve, “You’d love it if I wrecked Bucky right in front of you. Sheathed myself inside him, made him lose his mind as you played with your hole.”

Sam didn’t know how to respond. He didn’t know how to say anything. Sam could only make approving noises as Steve kept thrusting on him. All Sam could think about was how secure and desired he felt with Steve surrounding him. To have Steve gaze down like he hungered for Sam. And the way he was saying words. The things he was saying. Sam’s brain was a little foggy and his body was jello, but everything Steve was doing was amazing.

Sam moaned along with Steve as Steve came again. Steve broke his hypnosis on Sam as he leaned down and sucked a hickey onto Sam’s neck. Sam felt Steve’s release spurt up to his chest before Steve collapsed atop him. Even as Steve took a break, laying there, he was growing hard again.

“Fuck,” rasped Sam, as language started to come back to him, “You are… really into dirty talk.”

“You don’t like it?” asked Steve as he pillowed his arms on Sam’s chest, just… capturing Sam with his gaze once more.

Less intense, but still gripping.

“No, it’s… it’s actually… fuck, it’s really hot,” confessed Sam, “Was it just dirty talk or were those things that you want to do?”

Steve furrowed his brow.

“I… I don’t know,” said Steve, honestly, “I was just saying things. I like the excitement it gives me and the effect on you to just… talk. But the more I think about it…”

Steve bit his lip.

“Would you be into any of that?” asked Steve.

“Yeah,” breathed Sam, “I think so. Watching you two doing things is just… you felt me inside you as you fucked Bucky’s face.”

Steve groaned into his arms.

“That was really good,” said Steve as Sam felt Steve get harder.

“Horndog,” snickered Sam.

Steve looked up, blushing.

“I don’t mean to be,” mumbled Steve, “It’s just – got a mind of its own. And it’s easier for it to stay hard with the serum.”

“Hey, I don’t mind it,” said Sam as he lifted his head up.

Steve met Sam for a small kiss.

“I like you the way you are. And I like the thought of doing those things,” said Sam, “And you know, if you two… want to do things together even if I’m not around, it’s fine.”

Steve sighed.

“I… It’s not like being with you,” said Steve, looking suddenly insecure, “I don’t feel the same way about him that I do for you. I didn’t even know he liked sex before now. I’ve never seen him with anyone. He’d never talked to me about anyone, and I’ve asked him about it before.”

“That sounds like a talk you should have with Bucky,” said Sam, because he wasn’t going to out Bucky, “But I know for me, I… I don’t like a lot of people. Sexually. Not like – not like this. I need to have an emotional connection with them beforehand before feeling that way.”

“Huh. I didn’t know,” said Steve, and Sam could see Steve absorbing the information, “Is – is Bucky like that too – ?”

“That’s for Bucky to say. Just – just talk to him about it,” said Sam, “I’ve heard that talking helps clear a lot of problems up.”

“You and your logic,” said Steve as Sam snorted, “But… if I – if I did do that… are you sure you would be okay with that?”

“Hey, as long as you two lay down your own ground rules and tell me what you’ve decided, I’m fine with it,” said Sam, “You’re both adults. I… trust you two to work what kind of relationship to have. That’s something between you two.”

“You… trust us?” asked Steve, emphasizing the pause, “Together? Without you?”

“I have eighty percent faith in you both,” said Sam as Steve snickered, “If I was bothered, I’d let you know. We’d talk about it.”

“Thank you. And thank you for your eighty percent faith in us?” said Steve as Sam giggled along with him.

“Do you need me to do something about your raging boner?” asked Sam, still feeling how hard Steve was laying atop him.

“Can you do anything right now?” asked Steve as he quirked an eyebrow.

Sam… tried to lift his arms. Sam couldn’t lift his arms.

“No, but it felt rude not to ask,” said Sam as Steve laughed.

“I’ll figure something out,” said Steve as he moved off of Sam, Sam grimacing at the feeling of the mess between them, “I’ll clean us up. Then I’ll do something about this.”

“That would be really great,” said Sam, watching the view of Steve walking to Sam’s bathroom to get supplies.

*****

BUCKY

Bucky pulled out the cinnamon rolls, wondering if they were a good move. Were these an easy breakfast in bed food? Should Bucky have made something a little simpler? Cinnamon rolls were a little messy. Maybe that was a good thing?

No. It was Bucky’s turn to do laundry. It was a mistake.

Whatever. Bucky was fine with some cleanup. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t cleaned up worse from that bed.

“That smells good,” said Stevie as Bucky felt Stevie drape himself lazily over Bucky, “You seriously made that from scratch?”

“I make everything from scratch when it comes to food,” said Bucky, “Always have. Tastes better.”

“Yeah, but there’s this thing. It’s called takeout. And there’s also another thing. Called premade meals. They usually make life easier,” hummed Stevie as Bucky felt Stevie rest his chin on his head, annoyingly reminding Bucky how tall Stevie was now.

Bucky snorted.

“Thanks for the update, but I’m fine,” said Bucky with a shrug, “It relaxes me. I like working with my hands. I like making things. Plus, I add love, which takeout doesn’t have.”

“Oh, no. You can add that. You just need to go to the specific instructions section in the app when you’re ordering,” said Stevie, “I always add extra love to my takeout.”

“You’re a menace, Stevie,” said Bucky as he tried his best not to smile, “Get out of my kitchen and order your own cinnamon rolls with extra love if you want takeout that bad.”

“… I’m… I’m surprised you remembered that you liked cooking,” said Stevie softly.

Bucky glanced Stevie’s way. He seemed… a little lost. In a memory. Distant.

“I remember things, but…” said Bucky, working through the urge to unnecessarily apologize, “I know we’ve talked about it before, but…”

They have. Talked about this. On a few different occasions. Not as much as they probably should, but enough for Stevie to understand that Bucky was not going to be the same guy he remembered in Brooklyn. Hell, Bucky knew he wasn’t the same after he was drafted.

“I know. Don’t worry,” said Stevie understandingly, “…Since when did you like sex or even start having it?”

Bucky laughed.

“Stevie – that’s not something that’s changed,” said Bucky, “I just – I don’t like a lot of people that way, is all. And when I didn’t feel like it, I just… didn’t do it. You know?”

“So, you don’t need some sort of emotional connection like Sam?” asked Stevie.

Bucky shook his head.

“No, I’m not like that. I just don’t feel like that often. Towards. Other people,” said Bucky slowly, “I… I don’t think I want you. The way I want Sam, but. Um. Not that I don’t – I like you as a best friend – ”

“No, me too,” said Stevie, his eyes widening, “I just – I don’t think whatever this is is the same as what I have with Sam either, but that… last night…”

Bucky’s heart quickened. The idea of last night. The things Stevie did to Bucky.

“We should probably talk about that,” said Bucky, “What we want to do with that. Right? That’s what people do, right?”

“We could talk about it,” rumbled Stevie into Bucky’s ear as he felt Stevie move closer to him, press his hardness against Bucky’s ass and Bucky shivered, “Or we could…”

Bucky should be an adult. Talk this out first. Maybe wait until they’re done with breakfast. Set some ground rules… But Stevie did this roll of his hips that made Bucky whimper.

“Ground rules after?” asked Bucky, a little breathy.

Stevie nibbled his ear and why was that doing things to Bucky?

“Ground rules after,” said Stevie, about as impatient as Bucky, “Anything you’re opposed to right now?”

“Probably should have a safe word,” said Bucky, really distracted by Stevie pulling down his boxers, “Um. Let’s go with cinnamon?”

“Let’s go with cinnamon,” said Steve, knuckle deep into Bucky already, “Say the word and I stop.”

Bucky groaned, nodding as Steve removed his fingers.

“Fuck,” Bucky croaked as Stevie shoved Bucky into the counter and pinned him there, pulling Bucky’s shirt off.

“Yeah. That’s the idea,” growled Stevie into Bucky’s ear and, god, did Stevie not even take off his pajama pants?

Was Stevie about to fuck Bucky fully naked on the counter next to the cinnamon rolls as he was fully clothed? Had Stevie just unbuttoned his fully functioning fly button and pulled his dick out? Like he couldn’t wait to see Bucky spread out and bare. Like he couldn’t wait to get himself undressed. Stevie just had to be inside of Bucky as soon as possible. Why was that so hot?

Bucky groaned into the counter as he felt Stevie rubbed into his cleft before he lined up with Bucky.

“Fuck,” moaned Bucky as Stevie just shoved the entire dick inside Bucky and started fucking him, “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fu – uck.”

It was too much too fast. But it felt so good. The pain mixed with the way Stevie just kept hitting his prostate. The harshness of each thrust, how everything on the counter was shaking as he drove into Bucky. The way he kept Bucky pinned down like that. There was a rush to it. A high. Untethered. All Bucky had to do was be a warm hole for Stevie.

Fuck.

“You like it like this?” whispered Steve into Bucky’s ear, “Like it when I’m rough?”

Bucky made garbled noises as Stevie pulled his hair, still thrusting into Bucky.

“I could go as hard as I want to with you,” growled Stevie, “I could break this counter using your hole if I wanted to.”

Bucky moaned, imagining how it would feel for Stevie to literally fuck him through the counter.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? I bet we could destroy a wall if I really put my back into it,” said Stevie, raspy and grunting with each thrust, “Could you come like this? As I ravage you on Sam’s counter?”

It wasn’t much of a question. Not when Bucky started coming when he asked. Bucky made strangled noises as Stevie just kept thrusting harder, then buried himself into Bucky as he filled Bucky. Kept Fucking Bucky as he did, just kept going as Bucky became a moaning mess on that counter he was pinned on.

Things got a little spotty from there, but Bucky was pretty sure he came again. He knew Stevie was coming again, relaxing atop Bucky.

“What the fuck?” breathed out Bucky, “Why are you so good at this?”

“I thought we’ve gone over this,” said Stevie smugly, “I’m great in bed. Think the cinnamon rolls are cooled down enough?”

Bucky barked out a laugh.

“Should be,” panted Bucky, “But um… we should talk. About rules, right?”

“I think… I think if we’re both okay with it. And Sam’s okay with it, which. Um. He is. I sort of. Talked to him this morning when he woke up. Then it’s – it’s okay, right?” said Stevie, very flustered and still heaving for breath.

Still inside Bucky. That was distracting. And felt very good. But Bucky could think this through. Because it was important.

“We’re not… this isn’t dating, right?” asked Bucky, really hoping he and Stevie were on the same page about this.

“Oh god no,” said Stevie, the both of them giggling, “No. I am very much okay with only dating Sam and staying best friends with you.”

“Best friends. Who also like fucking,” said Bucky.

“We’re kind of like brothers,” said Stevie, still inside Bucky, “But we. You know.”

“Fuck. Wait. No. That sounds wrong. Let’s not say that near anyone,” said Bucky as Stevie giggled into Bucky’s shoulder.

“You sure you don’t want me to, brother?” asked Stevie sensually.

“Gross. Don’t say that while you’re inside me,” groaned Bucky, and he kind of wished that Stevie wasn’t such a dick sometimes, “Or ever.”

“No. You’re right. It is… super gross,” laughed Stevie, probably looking at the cinnamon rolls too, “Speaking of inside, I’ll – I’ll get some things to clean us up in a second. Is it okay if we just stay like this for now?”

“Yeah, I’m fine with that,” said Bucky, oddly okay with this.

Bucky lay halfway on the counter, catching his breath. Enjoying post coital intimacy and cuddles? Snuggles? Vaguely still pressed together? Whatever. Wondering what it meant that he was very sexually compatible with his best friend.

*****

STEVE

Steve just loved holding Sam. Watching Sam relaxed in his arms, settling closer to him as he ate a cinnamon roll.

This was the life Steve wanted. Just him. And Sam. And apparently Bucky for some inexplicable reason. Laying in the California King-Sized that mysteriously appeared a few days after he and Bucky started dating Sam. Sure, this wasn’t exactly how Steve had seen his life going. It wasn’t as if his ten-year-old self would have guessed “allowing the government to experiment on him, becoming neigh invulnerable, getting frozen in a block of ice for decades, then living out the rest of his life in the future where he falls head over heels for a hunk of heartache”, but that would have been super weird if he had guessed that.

Steve loved this. Even with Bucky tagging along with him, it was perfect. And it wasn’t… bad. Having Bucky around. What they could all do together. Or separately. Like what he had just done with both Sam and Bucky. Just this morning. And Steve was already thinking about the afternoon and evening. Of things they could do.

Maybe Sam was right. Maybe Steve was a horndog. He just saw them both and it really made him horny.

Had Sam heard them? Sam heard them. He had to have heard them. Bucky was so vocal. Maybe Steve should cover Bucky’s mouth next time. Feel every whimper, scream, and tear roll over his hand. Tease when Bucky got so blissed out and drooled.

God.

The idea of doing that to Sam too. Though. They would have to work out some nonverbal way to communicate a safeword if Steve did that. Sam was pretty when he took Steve, even when he tried to stave off the orgasm. The idea of Sam under him as Steve impaled himself over and over again. Sam gazing up at him in frenzied passion, unable to keep quiet even when he wanted to. The idea of Steve covering Sam’s mouth, feeling every moan and sputter as Sam shook apart…

Fuck.

Why was Steve thinking about this so much? Not that Steve hadn’t wanted to have sex when he was younger. Or when he was thawed out of the ice. Not that Steve hadn’t had a lot of particularly long nights with his hand thinking about Sam when he first met Sam. Now that he was thinking about it, there were… a lot of… nights thinking about Sam… in so many positions…

Wow, maybe Steve was always thinking about this. Maybe before he was just distracted by all the world-ending events happening around him. Apparently, now that he was retired and all that pent up energy wasn’t being used by running from war to war, it was just going to “little Stevie”. And Steve had a lot of it. It probably didn’t help that Steve was actually dating the sexiest dreamboat he’d ever known.

“So,” said Sam grinning as he ate his cinnamon roll, “It sounded like you two had a fun time in there.”

Steve choked.

“You know you two are very loud, right? Though, it’s hard not to be loud with how you fuck, Steve,” said Sam with a kiss on Steve’s cheek like he hadn’t suddenly overloaded Steve’s brain, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t mess with you.”

“No, keep messing with him,” said Bucky, mid-chew because he was the worst sometimes, “He needs to be taken down a peg or two. Remind him that he is not an infallible man. There’s a reason there’s a rotating cast of neighbors under us and why the management has to hand out a warning about us.”

“No one under us has a chance. We might need to just suck it up and try to get a house. Somehow. We’ll have to stop destroying clothes if we want to afford a house, Steve,” said Sam, with a glance.

“Remember when you said that thing about a sex strike?” huffed Steve, a little annoyed that he fell for a man who decided to side with Bucky and bully Steve.

“Ha! I can live without sex,” said Bucky easily.

And Sam… nodded?

“Yeah, I can definitely live without sex for long stretches. It’s not my favorite thing,” said Sam, “Not that either of you suck, it’s just not in my top five things to do. Might not be in my top ten.”

“I know, right?” said Bucky, elbowing Sam, “I get it.”

Steve… gaped a bit. The two of them giggled. Sam turned around, snuggling a little closer to Steve.

“Hon. That’s just us. We all have different sex drives, different libidos,” said Sam as placed a hand on Steve’s cheek, “You have a high libido. Which is cool. Bucky and I – we’re used to having low libidos.”

Steve frowned.

“Wait. But – with me. Am I too much? Have I been – have there been any times where – ?” Steve started, but Sam and Bucky shook their heads even before Steve finished.

“No. Steve. I would have told you if it was too much,” said Sam, “You know I’ve said no before. And you’ve stopped.”

Which was… true.

“Yeah, you didn’t think I had sex up until last night,” said Bucky, “I trust you, Stevie. I feel safe with you and that also means I feel safe to tell you no. And even if I’m not in the mood to do certain sexual acts, I’d be okay to do something just for you.”

Sam nodded.

“I feel the same. Just because I’m not always in the mood for being sexually stimulated, doesn’t mean I wouldn’t want to make you feel good sometimes,” said Sam.

“It feels a little weird to be the only one feeling good,” said Steve as he did his best to understand what this all meant, “That doesn’t seem right.”

“It’s not an exchange or trade. I like making you feel good. I like making Bucky feel good,” Sam said before pausing thoughtfully.

Sam was mulling over his words. Steve knew the face. One that Sam made when something was particularly important. Steve waited patiently as Sam turned his words over in his head.

“Just because I’m not getting sexual pleasure from it, doesn’t mean I’m not getting pleasure at all,” Sam said, as if this had been one of the first times he had to put his feelings into words.

“Really?” asked Steve, really trying to sound sincere.

He didn’t want to come off as dubious to this. He wasn’t trying to dismiss Sam’s feelings or Bucky’s. They at least seemed to not take what Steve said in a bad light.

“See, Stevie? Just because we’re not in the mood, doesn’t mean we don’t like helping you get off,” said Bucky, eating another cinnamon roll, “We’ll figure it out as we go. I promise. It’s reciprocal in a different way. There’s something really beautiful watching someone unravel under your tender touch.”

Sam snorted.

“Tender touch?” asked Sam.

“Stop that. You get what I mean,” grumbled Bucky with a little smile.

Steve… thought about that. Thought about how Sam was under him. How Bucky was. How it felt to be in control of it all. To watch someone turn into a boneless puddle under his attention and minstrations. An orgasm was nice. Steve loved them. But the way he could do that to them.

Would Steve still love watching Sam writhe on a toy even if he wasn’t reaching his own? Would Steve still enjoy watching Bucky spill right in front of him, maybe in his hands, without needing to do the same? Was that something he enjoyed separately from his own ecstasy?

Steve never really thought about separating the feelings.

“I… think I get it,” said Steve slowly, “A little bit.”

“Knew you could figure it out, buddy,” said Bucky, annoyingly patting Steve’s knee, “It’s a start.”

“Don’t be mean,” said Sam, before he grinned, “Okay. A little mean. But then we need to be nice to him. I like him around.”

“Fine. Whatever. I guess I can be nice to the other boyfriend,” faux-grumbled Bucky.

Steve thought about that, though. Steve needed to get used to it. His boyfriend and his sort of, kind of best friends with benefits… did not have his libido. They didn’t seem to be the kind of people who would think a stranger on the street was hot. Who might not understand why people are referred to as “hot”. Steve was thinking about things that he’d always taken for granted. Which was fine. It was just… something to let soak in.

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SAM

Sam probably should have known something was going on when he heard the muffled sounds from his office. He hadn’t even remembered locking the door before he left for his meeting. Sam simply opened the door to his office, not even sparing a thought as to why his office might be locked.

Sam… paused when he noticed how dark his room was. How warm it felt. The familiar scents. The shush from Steve somewhere in the dark.

Sam closed the door silently as he quickly locked it again. Sam heard the moans and wet sounds from the other side of the room as he felt his way toward a lamp because it didn’t feel right to turn on his lights. He had turned down the several offers by Steve to get dimmers in his office. Sam now understood why Steve kept offering.

Sam turned on the lamp cast a dim glow as he saw Steve leaning on his desk, Bucky on his knees on the ground. They were both fully clothed and Steve was gripping Bucky by the hair, moving Bucky’s head to his own pace as Bucky choked on his dick. Sam’s eyes locked with Bucky’s shiny ones.

Bucky groaned and sputtered on Steve’s dick, his lips wide and swollen around Steve, his hands flinching on the desk framing Steve’s thighs.

Sam couldn’t take his eyes off of Bucky’s. How they were swelling up with tears. How he was staring at Sam like he needed Sam to watch this.

“Hey, Sam,” said Steve, somewhere above Bucky, his hands still shoving Bucky onto his dick, “We were just waiting for you and thought we’d give you a little show.”

Sam’s feet moved on their own. Glided him from the lamp that barely lit the room with dramatic shadows to where Bucky was on the ground. Sam knelt next to Bucky, taking one of the hands that spasmed every time Steve impaled Bucky on his dick. Sam was mesmerized by Bucky’s slack jaw as it stretched around Steve. Sam held the hand gently in both of his as he watched Steve’s movements. The entrancing way Steve’s dick seemed to disappear into Bucky’s mouth. How Sam could see a bit of an outline of the dick in Bucky’s throat. Deliriously, Sam thought it almost looked like a magic trick.

“Fuck,” whispered Sam, wiping a tear away from Bucky’s eye carefully between harsh thrusts, “This is…”

“Yeah,” groaned Steve as his hands moved faster, “He just takes me in so well. Wants me to make a mess out of him.”

Sam let out a low groan.

It seemed like all Bucky could do was gag on Steve’s dick. Sam couldn’t stop watching Bucky’s reaction. How Steve stuffed Bucky with his dick. Moaned every time he felt Bucky’s hand jump in his hands. Steve grunted as he sheathed his dick inside of Bucky, burrowing as far back into Bucky’s throat as he could, muffling Bucky’s strangled sounds.

Faintly, Sam could see Steve’s dick twitching inside Bucky’s throat. Sam touched Bucky’s neck as he felt Bucky’s Adam’s apple bob with every stuttering swallow. Sam felt lightheaded.

Steve slowly pulled Bucky off his dick, petting Bucky’s hair into some semblance of composed as a little of his come dribbled out of the corner of Bucky’s swollen-lipped mouth.

Was Sam dribbling too? He was dribbling.

Sam wiped away his own drool before helping a very dazed Bucky with his own.

“Are… are you sure you don’t want anything?” whispered Steve softly, his dick still firmly in Bucky’s line of sight.

Bucky shook his head.

“I’m fine,” rasped Bucky as he patted Steve with his other hand, his unfocused eyes turning to Sam.

He smiled at Sam with his swollen lips.

“Got a little bored when you were at your meeting,” mumbled Bucky, hoarse.

Sam chuckled, strained.

“You don’t say?” said Sam as he watched Bucky’s eyes wander down to Sam’s own lips, “Come here, you throat goat.”

Sam moved into Bucky’s personal space, oddly shy as he smiled at Bucky. This was the second time Sam had tasted Steve on Bucky. Or maybe the third? Steve and Bucky having sex was becoming more and more frequent, but not as much as the three of them doing things together. It was still new, the three of them having sex. It happened more frequently and each time was better than the last.

Bucky slowly turned them away from the desk. He gently lowered Sam and himself to the ground as Bucky settled Sam atop him.

Sam was kissing Bucky on his office floor.

Which wasn’t super normal. They haven’t done much of anything in Sam’s office. Sam hadn’t even thought of doing something like this at work, but the more he kissed Bucky, the more he wanted to christen the office.

Sam rolled his hips as he deepened the kiss. He heard Steve moving. Getting closer, Steve was a furnace as Sam felt a hand on his back.

“I saw you have a change of clothes in your duffle – workout clothes. Would those still work for the rest of your day?” asked Steve softly.

Sam broke the kiss, resting his forehead on Bucky’s as he thought about his schedule.

“I should be okay,” said Sam, panting a little, “The rest of my day is paperwork for my last mission.”

“Okay,” said Steve, his voice dropping a few registers, “Continue. And don’t take your clothes off.”

Sam sputtered a few sounds as he looked down at Bucky. Bucky was a man on a mission at Steve’s suggestion to Sam, his hands framing Sam’s face with enthusiasm as he dragged Sam back down for a kiss.

Sam forgot where he was. Forgot what clothes were. He just felt himself building a rhythm despite the constraining clothes between him and Bucky. How Bucky’s hands wandered down his neck, his back, holding Sam’s ass as he helped Sam thrust. Steve was saying something, but the words blurred together as Sam rocked onto Bucky, chasing his peak. Sam stumbled over it, groaning into Bucky’s mouth as he fidgeted and spilled in his pants.

It had been years since Sam had don’t that with clothes still on.

Sam moaned as he heard Steve near him, how Steve covered his mouth as he came into his hand. Sam’s body collapsed atop Bucky, sated even though he felt the sticky wetness seeping into his now soiled boxers and pants, spreading down to Bucky.

Bucky… groaned, but not in the sexy way.

“I didn’t bring spare clothes,” grumbled Bucky.

Sam still didn’t get off the man.

“We’ll get you some pants from the lost and found,” said Steve, accidentally patting Bucky’s shoulder with the wrong hand, “And. Um. A shirt.”

“You did that on purpose,” pouted Bucky as he glanced down at the mess on his shirt as Steve just wiped all of it on Bucky’s shirt, “Gross. You’re gross, you asshole.”

“It’s not that great of a shirt anyways,” said Steve with a shrug.

Sam giggled, resting on Bucky as he waited to regain some ability to move.

*****

BUCKY

Bucky felt a dip in the bed. A hand on his back as he heard Sam murmuring, “Just me.”

The covers moved as Bucky cracked an eye open in time to see Sam get into the bed next to Bucky.

“Nap?” mumbled Bucky, his body shifting as he and Sam settled into each other’s personal spaces, “Not a normal thing for you. A little under the weather?”

Bucky leaned his forehead onto Sam’s, smirking at some foggy memory that swam to the surface of his mind.

“What?” whispered Sam.

“An old girlfriend of mine did this to people when she was seeing if they were sick,” said Bucky, feeling no temperature, “She was actually really good at it. She was always spot on whenever Stevie had a fever.”

“I had this girlfriend who thought she was a little psychic,” said Sam casually, “She was eerily right all the time. She even predicted that we’d break up within three months because I’d fall in love with my cat Figaro and she was allergic to cats. I think… she might have been a mutant. She might have turned into a Phoenix Force? I feel like the last few major earth-shattering events have kind of jumbled in my mind. Was the last thing the weird alien clowns or was it the holes in space-time showing glimpses of other universes?”

Bucky vaguely remembered that Phoenix Force thing. He was pretty sure a different superhero group dealt with that.

“I think it was the clown thing. Nothing has been worse than the clown thing,” said Bucky with a shiver.

“So, what does the forehead say?” asked Sam, amused.

“Forehead says you’re just fine,” said Bucky, “Which begs the question – why are you napping?”

Sam burrowed close to Bucky’s chest.

“Wanted to see where you were,” muffled Sam into Bucky’s shirt, “It looked comfy in bed. Sometimes, it’s okay to take a nap.”

“All good reasons for a nap,” mumbled Bucky, snuggling Sam, “Always glad to be with you. Sometimes, it’s good to take a minute to just do nothing.”

“Maybe I’ll take a little vacation soon,” yawned Sam, “Maybe a staycation. The Avengers could survive for a few days without me, right?”

“Eh, depends,” said Bucky as he felt Sam giggle, “Who would be in charge?”

“… Would Wong agree if I offer free sandwiches at the Avengers Café for life?” mused Sam.

“It is okay for you to take a few days off here and there,” asserted Bucky, because he knew Sam needed to hear that sometimes, “I’m not saying you have to. I’m not saying anything. You’re just allowed time for yourself.”

Sam smiled, gazing up at Bucky. He gave Sam a kiss, light and sweet before Sam burrowed himself into Bucky’s chest once more. Bucky closed his eyes right as he heard the bedroom door creak open.

“Everyone’s hanging out in the bed?” asked Stevie quietly.

“Go away. No Stevies allowed,” grumbled Bucky as Sam snickered.

“Don’t be like that. I swear I’m here just to… nap?” whispered Stevie as Bucky heard the creak of Sam’s hardwood floor, “Are you two seriously just napping?”

“Sometimes, it’s nice to nap,” mumbled Sam, sounding half-asleep already.

“Always a good time to nap,” agreed Bucky as he felt the bed dip again.

Bucky opened his eyes, blearily watching Stevie join them.

Sam turned his head, glancing over at Stevie. Sam asked without words, a want of something. Stevie guessed what Sam wanted, giving him a kiss, soft and swift. Sam pillowed his head on Bucky’s chest again, closing his eyes as he relaxed. Bucky met Stevie’s eyes.

It wasn’t as if they haven’t slept like this a lot. He, Sam, and Stevie slept with each other every night now in Sam’s bed. Usually, Bucky was the only person who burrowed himself in the covers in the early afternoon. It was a little weird to have Sam and Stevie with him too, but… it was nice.

“Want a kiss too?” whispered Stevie with a quirk of his eyebrow.

Bucky felt his face flush.

Did he want a kiss? What would it be like now? Would it be different? What would that mean about them?

“I don’t – I mean the last time was sort of weird,” mumbled Bucky as Stevie rolled his eyes.

“Just get over here,” whispered Stevie as Stevie grabbed Bucky’s face, pulling him into a kiss above Sam.

And it was… what was it? It wasn’t as embarrassing as the last time. It wasn’t horrible. Which felt mean to think. It was… something. Not really what he had with Sam. But. Something.

“… Not as weird,” said Bucky, and he knew for a fact that he was turning redder by the moment.

The asshole smirked.

“You’re the one who’s always making out with people. Maybe next time, you initiate,” said Stevie as he settled in next to Sam, “That mouth’s a menace.”

Bucky made a few annoyed sounds, but he was tired and it didn’t feel worth it, so he laid his head back down. Sleep felt like a better option than giving Stevie the reaction he wanted.

*****

STEVE

Half asleep, Steve heard a moan near his ear. There was movement under Steve’s arm. Steve peeked out and saw them.

Sam and Bucky.

Steve remembered falling asleep with Sam early. He knew Bucky had been working late at the Avengers Campus, helping the college age Young Avengers study for end of the year finals. He must have gotten home in the middle of the night.

And now he was on top of Sam.

Steve’s arm in between Sam and Bucky as they made out. Sam relaxed into every kiss Bucky gave Sam. Steve watched Bucky’s tongue move between their lips… how it dove into Sam’s mouth, how Sam groaned at the plunge. Bucky’s hand caressed Sam’s face, his thumb moving into Sam’s mouth, easy and loving.

Steve felt… Sam’s legs. They were opening wider, his knees bent. His hand must be down below, working Sam open because Sam kept making these little delicious sounds, his body moving to a rhythm. Steve felt lost in the idea of Sam pushing himself onto Bucky’s fingers. Sam looked so hot on fingers.

Steve… squeezed one of Sam’s pectorals. Sam made a confused, though not opposed, sound. Bucky froze.

“Don’t mind me and my arm. Please, go on,” said Steve as the two of them turned their attention Steve’s way.

“Did we wake you up?” whispered Sam, “Sorry.”

“Do you want your arm back?” asked Bucky loudly because he’s a dick, “I can probably fuck him, arm or no arm between us.”

Steve squeezed Bucky’s pectoral. Bucky made a sound. Steve did it again. Bucky made the sound again.

“Make a note about that, Sam. That’s fun,” said Steve, giving Bucky one more squeeze.

“Stop it, Stevie,” groaned Bucky.

“I don’t know, what if I – ?” Sam started as he squeezed the other pectoral and Bucky made a different sound, “Oh wow, that is fun.”

“Steven. Samuel,” mumbled Bucky, his face turning crimson, “Stop it.”

Steve rolled his eyes, removing his hand from the situation. There was something domestic about this. Something that made Steve’s heart race and blood warm with a tinge of arousal.

Steve needed more. But he was tired. And very entranced by the two heaven sent he-pals in front of him. Steve settled back down next to them, ready to enjoy the show.

“Again, don’t mind me. You two just keep doing what you were doing,” hummed Steve.

“You sure you don’t – want to join?” asked Sam, Bucky definitely going back to opening Sam up.

“Maybe later,” yawned Steve, “I’ll just watch for now.”

Sam nodded, his eyes drifting away from Steve and finding their way back to Bucky.

Steve could probably watch them kiss all night. Sam was a good kisser. He knew how to take charge if he wanted to, but Sam seemed happy to allow Bucky to do whatever he wanted. Laying there as Bucky plunged deep into his mouth. Steve just… liked it. When Sam was happy. When he was relaxed like that.

He understood them a little better when it came to intimacy.

“Sam,” moaned Bucky into Sam’s mouth, “Is it – would it be okay if I – ?”

“Yes,” Sam slurred as Sam buried his hands into Bucky’s hair, dragging him down for another long kiss, “Always. Inside me. Now.”

“Love you,” mumbled Bucky into Sam’s mouth, “Love you so much.”

Steve could see it on Sam’s face. How he bit his lip. How he made noises at every incremental, slow push as Bucky fully embedded himself inside Sam. Sam threw his arms around Bucky and clung to him. Hid his face as he kept Bucky inside of him.

“A little longer,” mumbled Sam into Bucky’s shoulder, “Just a little.”

It was sweet. Overwhelmingly sweet. Steve found himself rubbing Sam’s arm as Bucky murmured praise into Sam’s ear.

“Okay,” muttered Sam, kissing Bucky’s cheek, “Okay. Yeah. I’m – yes.”

There was movement under the covers as Sam moaned into Bucky’s shoulder.

“Beautiful,” groaned Bucky as he slowly thrust into Sam, “So gorgeous. So good. Love you so much. Always loved you. So stunning. Feel so divine.”

Sam let out a broken moan, a warble of sounds at every compliment.

“Gonna – Sam – I’m sorry, I’m going to – is it okay if I – ?” Bucky groaned as Sam nodded, peppered Bucky’s face with little kisses.

“Yeah, do it. Please. Want to feel everything,” mumbled Sam into Bucky’s skin as Bucky stilled.

He let out a long, whimpering moan as Steve saw the covers twitching. Coming inside Sam as Sam kept peppering Bucky’s shoulder with light kisses.

This was so much. It was too much. Steve didn’t know what to do with himself. Seeing something so intimate.

“It’s like I’m watching pillows having sex,” blurted Steve as Sam cackled.

Bucky made confused, angry moan-y noises.

“What – why – Steve,” wheezed Sam.

“Why would you say that?” asked Bucky, unable to stop himself from laughing too.

Steve blushed.

“You two are just so soft together,” mumbled Steve, “It’s so cute. I feel like I’m going to die from a sugar rush. It’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever seen.”

Sam and Bucky glanced at each other. They turned their attention back to Steve.

“What?” asked Steve, a little nervous.

“Are you up for something now?” asked Sam curiously, groaning as Bucky moved away from him.

Sam’s hand touched Steve’s chest. Sam pushed him lightly onto his back, Steve going with it because why wouldn’t he? Sam was asking. Bucky pulled the covers off, nudging Steve’s legs apart.

“We’re going to do some things to you,” said Bucky as he tugged on Steve’s pajama bottoms, “Are you okay with us doing some things?”

Steve grumbled a bit. Because this wasn’t how things usually worked. But then again, Steve was still pretty sleepy. Maybe a sexy surprise was okay.

“… do what you want,” said Steve softly as he looked between Sam and Bucky.

They grinned as Bucky pulled out a lube bottle from nowhere, getting his fingers ready.

“I know you don’t like prep much, but bear with us,” said Sam as Bucky handed Sam the lube bottle.

Steve then saw Bucky dive between his legs and Steve moaned. He felt a tongue. That damn tongue. The one that made Sam a complete puddle even before Bucky fucked him. Bucky’s tongue prodded slowly into his entrance right as Sam’s hand gripped his shaft. Sam was casual. So casual as Bucky speared Steve with his tongue. As Sam was stroking Steve with leisure.

“He’s really good at that, you know?” said Sam simply.

Steve made a whiney sound that he hoped came off as annoyed at the question while still not wanting either of them to stop.

Bucky seemed to try to add to Sam’s statement. All he did was add vibrations, adding a twist to the flick of his tongue. Steve really needed to make out with the fella at some point because, the way that tongue was moving inside him right now.

God.

Was that a finger joining that tongue? Steve let out a few more embarrassing noises as Sam smiled, just lazily stroking Steve in a way that made him feel warm and fuzzy. Melty.

“I know, babe. Doing great,” said Sam as he gave Bucky a thumbs up.

That thumbs up should be annoying, but Steve couldn’t really disagree with the thumbs up.

Why was Bucky giving Sam a thumbs up?

Bucky’s tongue and fingers pulled out as Steve made a few confused noises.

“Be back in a sec,” said Bucky as he backed off of the bed and sped to the bathroom.

“Mouthwash,” said Sam knowingly, moving to straddle Steve and beginning to line himself up with Steve’s dick, “This okay?”

Steve nodded. Sam bit his lip, moaning as he slowly lowered himself onto Steve. Steve wanted to grab Sam by his hips and just slam him down. He wanted to surprise Sam with a thrust into him. He wanted to impale Sam over and over and over again until Sam was delirious.

Steve didn’t do any of that. He wanted Sam and Bucky to have what they wanted from him and Steve felt so good. He couldn’t take his eyes off of Sam, his half-mast dick filling up before Steve’s eyes as Sam let inch after inch of Steve into his tight heat. At how Sam was gripping his dick in a way that meant he was trying to stop himself from instantly coming.

Hot.

Sam was so hot.

Had Sam come earlier? Steve didn’t think Sam actually had.

Sam sighed, relaxing as he sat with Steve fully inside him.

Bucky appeared at the door. Steve watched Bucky take in Sam. How his dick grew seeing Sam on Steve like this.

Fuck.

Could Steve really fit Bucky inside him? Why was Bucky that big? What was that going to feel like? Sam seemed to love it. All the noises he made at the slightest movement whenever Bucky was inside him. How he groaned and kept Bucky there when he was fully sheathed.

Steve really needed to see that up and personal. He needed Bucky slowly lower Sam onto him, Steve watching Sam’s body swallow every millimeter of the man. He needed to see what it looked like as Bucky fucked into Sam, slowly like he always did, see every twitch and squirm of Sam’s as he did his best to adjust to Bucky inside of him, watch Sam clutching anything he could of Bucky’s body as he whimpered at every leisurely thrust inside him.

Steve wondered if he would love it too.

If he’d love Bucky devoting all his attention and praise at Steve as he held himself balls deep inside Steve. If he’d whimper and moan like Sam as Bucky continued peppering him with praise, with affection as he slowly unraveled Steve.

Maybe Sam would hold Steve’s hand. Like he always did with Bucky. Maybe he’d console Steve over every torturously delicious drag of Bucky’s dick inside him, pile onto Bucky’s praises.

Steve wasn’t sure if he’d survive if they were both praising him like they praised each other.

“You good?” asked Bucky as he wandered to the bed and gave Sam a kiss.

“Yeah,” breathed Sam as Bucky situated himself between Steve’s legs, behind Steve, “Ready to do this?”

Bucky nodded, glancing at Steve.

“Ready,” said Steve, because Steve should at least see if Bucky fit.

Steve… got a little distracted as he watched Sam and Bucky make out. Two very pretty men. Unhurriedly yet passionately going at it in front of him. Steve barely noticed Bucky lining up. Steve did notice when Bucky pushed in though.

Steve’s brain didn’t know what to focus on. The very sensual display before him of Sam moaning into Bucky’s mouth as Bucky played with Sam’s nipple. The way Sam was slowly lifting himself up then sliding back down Steve’s dick with every kiss, every flick to his nipple, ever nibble at his ear by Bucky. How Sam’s very hard dick bobbed in front of Steve with Sam’s every movement. How one of Bucky’s hands was firmly on Steve’s hip, angling Steve just right. The hot, thick hardness of Bucky currently splitting him in two at a glacial pace.

Steve finally felt Bucky fully seat himself inside him. Steve watched that hand that was playing with Sam’s nipple find one of Sam’s hands and interlace their fingers. Their hands were above Sam’s heart. They were still kissing. Despite the awkward angle, they looked graceful as they began moving slowly in unison.

Steve squirmed. He wanted to shove down on Bucky, thrust up into Sam, but Bucky’s hand kept Steve in place to feel every relaxed thrust, every gentle roll of the hip, every comfortable stutter, every unconscious clench.

It was devastating.

Overpowering.

An inundation of measured drags and gradual submersion that felt torturously too much. Steve was engulfed in every little sensation from them, every tiny movement and sound. What was a simmer turned into a slow boil. Sam moaned, breaking his kiss with Bucky as he came, spilling all over Steve’s stomach.

Steve was a goner.

How was he supposed to last when he felt everything?

Steve was pretty sure his voice cracked in the groan, his eyes teary as Steve’s hands grabbed Sam’s hips and tried to push deeper into Sam, coming so intensely that he lost some time. He had to have blacked out. One minute he was coming hard into Sam, the next, he was all spaghetti limbs with Sam laying on top of him, Bucky still going at his pace and saying praises Steve couldn’t quite recognize because Steve only had one brain cell left. Steve was somehow hard again, close to coming, and he was pretty sure Bucky was too.

Everything was a garbled mess of feelings as Steve toppled over his edge again, hearing Sam whimper a bit as Steve came again in Sam, tightening around Bucky as Steve finally felt Bucky pulsing inside him.

Bucky slowly relaxed atop Sam, Steve giggling.

“Samwich,” Steve mumbled, “We’re making a samwich.”

Steve was pretty sure Sam and Bucky were making groans of disapproval. He should probably do something. Do more. But he was tired. And sated. And he had two wonderful fellas relaxing on him too. It probably wouldn’t hurt to rest his eyes for a second. Deal with the mess in a few minutes.

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SAM

Before Sam heard words, he heard sounds over the phone. Sam could hear the shaking of his bed. He could just imagine the new cracks forming on the wall. God, they really needed to move into a house of their own, Sam was definitely not getting his deposit back. Sam heard muffled groans and harsh skin on skin slaps and squelching. Steve’s voice was rough and low as he purred, “Sam,” on the other end of the phone.

Sam… wasn’t going to get hard at that. Nope. Sam was. But Sam was driving back from a mission nearby and he had adrenaline still pumping through him, and his penis was a traitor. He could just feel the betrayal as his pants suddenly felt much tighter.

“Steve,” Sam tried to say as normally as possible, “Is something happening over there?”

There was a particularly high-pitched moan after a pretty loud grunt from Steve.

“I thought about not saying anything,” Steve rumbled, rough and thick, “I thought about trying to make Buck here be as quiet as possible while I pick up the phone, but honestly, I don’t know if I can talk like an average Joe while drilling James here into the bed. How was your mission?”

There was a sense of whiplash when Steve went from confessing that to “How was your mission?”

“It was good. I talked a few kids out of doing something that would have sent them to juvie. They’re actually going to come over to the Avengers Campus tomorrow and check out our Young Avengers program,” said Sam as he slowed at a stop sign and… fuck, he pressed the heel of his hand onto the growing bulge in his pants, doing his best not to moan too much, “Stop making me feel like this when I’m talking about kids.”

“I’m not doing anything to you,” Steve said innocently before grunting.

Sam heard Bucky moan gibberish.

“Bucky says he’s proud of you,” groaned Steve in a way that made Sam almost drive off the road, “Can’t wait until you’re home. Love you.”

“Love – love you,” moaned a very out of it sounding Bucky.

Sam… somehow got to his apartment without crashing. He didn’t know how. He barely remembered the journey to the apartment after the phone call ended. But Sam was there at the apartment, stripping as he tore through the living room and stumbled into his bedroom.

Steve was an asshole. Or a genius. Or both.

Instead of facing the farthest wall, they were turned toward the closet so that Sam could see everything. How Bucky was pinned by Steve’s arm, ass up, knees bent. The force of each thrust as Steve slammed into Bucky like he was trying to literally fuck him into the mattress. The way the bed tilted at every thrust.

Steve’s and Bucky’s eyes turn to Sam without Sam even announcing himself. They must have heard him walk into the apartment. They kept going, Steve jackhammering into Bucky with even more force as he grunted Sam’s direction, raw and husky. Bucky jerked and squirmed as Steve completely wrecked him. Broken low, dulcet whimpers escaping his mouth as Steve plowed into him with abandon.

Sam could see the bed move, hell, Bucky being shoved an inch up the bed as Steve let out one intense groan, never breaking eye contact with Sam as he came inside Bucky. Sam and Bucky might have made the same noises, just a chorus of broken sound at Steve.

“Hey, Sam,” breathed Steve, his grip on Bucky’s shoulder relaxing, “Want a turn?”

Sam… made a few more of those broken sounds. Bucky muffled himself with the comforter, his face red. Sam could feel his own face heat up as Steve, smirking, gestured for Sam to come over. Sam obliged, wandering to the bed. Steve gently pulled out, Bucky groaning under Steve. Steve moved to the side, making room for Sam to kneel behind Bucky.

Sam let Steve position him.

He did.

It was like Ghost but Sam was putting his hands on Bucky, not a chunk of clay.

Steve got behind Sam, still hard somehow as he pressed himself across Sam’s entire back, Steve’s dick an ever-present distraction. Steve took hold of Sam’s dick, lining Sam up with Bucky. Sam held his breath in anticipation as he felt Steve nudge the tip of Sam’s dick gently into Bucky’s fucked out, puffy entrance. The ring of muscle giving way so easily. Sam and Bucky moaned in unison at the feeling. Steve then grabbed Bucky’s ass and slid him straight onto Sam’s dick in the blink of an eye.

Sam reeled, shouting as he instantly felt the hot, slick tightness around him. It was wet too, wet because Steve was just inside him, just came inside Bucky, and that really shouldn’t be as hot as it was. The thought of Sam’s release mixing with Steve’s inside Bucky just kept creeping up to the surface of Sam’s mind, though. Of how lube wasn’t the only thing making Bucky so wet. Sam swore as he grew a little harder inside Bucky, felt Bucky’s hole clench and flutter as he moaned broken gibberish.

Steve pressed Sam forward over Bucky, Sam and Bucky groaning at the shift in position. Steve grabbed Sam’s hand, placing it firmly on Bucky’s shoulder to keep Bucky in place. Sam buried his head in between Bucky’s shoulder blades as he felt Steve’s mouth on him, his teeth, worrying and sucking a hickey onto Sam’s shoulder.

“Drill into him, Samuel,” whispered Steve into Sam’s skin, Sam’s hips moving at the command, “Ravage him until he’s a puddle of his own mess. Make him weep as he loses his mind. Leave him dripping with you.”

Sam was caught up in it. The way Steve was holding his hand on Bucky’s shoulder. How he could feel Steve rubbing up against the small of his back, between his ass cheeks. How he found himself railing Bucky harder than he usually would at Steve’s behest. How… how Bucky reached out aimlessly behind him and Sam just knew what Bucky wanted, interlacing his fingers lovingly with Bucky’s.

It felt good to allow himself this once to just fuck Bucky as hard as he could. He felt Steve leaving a hickey Sam definitely couldn’t hide on Sam’s neck. But all he could focus on was that hand. Bucky’s hand reaching out, a small ask of love even in the intense and chaotic joy of their love making. How Bucky’s hand was squeezing Sam’s lightly, as if telling Sam this was good too. However Sam wanted to do things was fine. That even in the intensity of Steve telling Sam exactly how he should fuck Bucky and how fucking hot that was, they also just have this simple joy of holding hands.

Sam came into Bucky hard and rough, screaming his orgasm as he felt Steve bite into his shoulder. Not hard enough to break skin, but enough to leave marks, Sam was sure of that. Sam didn’t even know that was a turn-on until that very moment. Being marked by a lover, wearing the proof of their love and affection on his skin.

Bucky croaked out a moan, his voice shot at this point, as he clenched around Sam. Steve growled a guttural noise into Sam’s shoulder as Sam felt Steve painting his back.

Sam… could not move.

Partially because Steve was draped on him. Partially because he couldn’t find the energy.

“Fuck,” rasped Bucky, sounding even more out of it than before.

Sam… made sounds of agreement as he felt Steve slowly sit up and get off the bed.

“I’ll be in charge of clean up,” said Steve, annoyingly refreshed and was there a skip in his step as he headed toward the bathroom?

“Fuck that guy,” grumbled Bucky.

“Next time,” said Sam, just… okay to stare out into space for a few more minutes.

*****

BUCKY

“Roleplay?” said Bucky as he looked dubiously between Stevie and Sam, “Are you sure?”

Sam shrugged, settling a little more into Stevie’s arms on the couch.

“It could be fun,” said Sam.

“You suck at acting,” Bucky pointed out.

Sam opened his mouth.

He closed it.

“Who said Sam necessarily had to play a character,” Stevie posed, capturing Sam’s gaze so easily, “I could play one. Bucky could play one. You could just be you.”

“You’re not that great of an actor either, Stevie. I remember your performances,” said Bucky, taking another sip of his beer, “You did not lose your virginity to that USO gal because of your acting chops.”

Stevie quirked a brow. Which shouldn’t be doing things to Bucky, but fuck, it’s like the fella knew just how to turn Bucky on somehow after they began… whatever this was. This best friends with benefits fuckery. Stevie had always been smart, but it felt a little absurd how he just figured out new ways to turn Sam and Bucky on.

“Could I,” Sam started, swallowing hard as he looked between Bucky and Steve, “Could I choose the roleplay then?”

The way Sam’s sweatpants were straining on him. The way his pupils were blown. How he turned those eyes on Bucky, crawled to Bucky on the other side of the couch, framed Bucky’s face as he whispered, “Please? No reason not to try it just once.”

Bucky nodded before Sam kissed him lightly. Bucky felt Sam’s smile on that kiss.

“Okay,” said Sam, stepping off the couch, “Um. Werewolves.”

Bucky choked on his own spit.

“What?” asked Bucky, making sure he heard that right.

“It was the first thing that came to mind,” said Sam, a little panicked.

“No, I think we can work with that,” said Steve, nodding, deep in thought, “So, what’s the scenario?”

“You’re, um,” Sam said, looking flustered even beginning his thought.

They have done so much together. There were sheets that Bucky had given up washing because of a few particular nights. And this was making Sam nervous? Nervous enough to hide his face in his hands?

“It’s mating season and you’re looking for people to fuck,” mumbled Sam quickly into his hands, “And you figure out if you’re compatible by making out.”

That didn’t feel like it would be too hard to figure out. They could… do this? That could work. Yeah. Bucky was much more confident as he placed a hand on Sam’s forearm.

“Sounds like a good idea,” said Bucky.

Sam lowered his hands, smiling at Bucky. Looking relieved. As if Bucky would say no to any of Sam’s requests. What a ridiculous notion. Bucky smiled back at Sam.

“Thanks,” said Sam, vulnerable.

“No need for thanks. It’s. Um. A good idea,” stuttered Bucky, somehow shy now, “How should we start this?”

“You two can figure that out,” said Sam, biting his lip as he got off the middle cushion of the couch and sat comfortably in the armchair, taking his shirt off, “I kind of want to watch a bit first.”

Bucky wasn’t sure what he was going to do acting-wise. He was about to ask Stevie what he was thinking, but the moment he turned to Stevie, the fella was an inch away from Bucky’s face.

“Hey,” growled Stevie, husky and deep and completely making Bucky forget what he was doing.

Bucky opened his mouth to say, “Hey,” back, but then Stevie grabbed his face, their teeth colliding into an open-mouthed kiss. Bucky felt blush blossoming on his cheeks as Steve conquered Bucky’s mouth with his tongue.

They hadn’t really kissed much. Not really. It had been a little awkward at first, but the way Stevie was doing it right now, the way Bucky couldn’t think as Stevie’s tongue fucked his mouth in a way that made Bucky turn into goop in his hands – fuck.

Why was Stevie so good at all of this?

It didn’t help that Bucky could hear Sam on the armchair. The way Sam was now pantless and opening himself up as he watched Stevie destroy all Bucky’s brain cells with a kiss.

“I think we’re compatible,” growled Stevie, low and hungry, “Gotta mate now. If we don’t we – die?”

Bucky laughed a little, high from the kiss. Maybe acting ability didn’t matter in roleplay?

“Sounds good to me,” Sam said through a moan.

Bucky was sure he made an attempt at agreeing to the idea too before Stevie flipped Bucky onto his stomach and onto the coffee table. To give Sam a better view, maybe? Fuck. Where was Sam now? What side of the coffee table was Bucky being shoved onto? Bucky heard Steve ripping his boxers open.

Not off.

Just enough for his dick. Bucky realized that when he still felt his boxers on him as Stevie shoved his entire dick inside Bucky in one thrust.

“Fuck!” Bucky started to say, but then it was all nonsense sounds as Stevie pounded into Bucky with no remorse.

No build up, just deep, penetrating annihilation of Bucky’s hole and brain capacity. Just an onslaught of pain mixed with pleasure as Stevie used all his strength on Bucky, the coffee table creaking under the strain of it.

“Werewolves – they mark each other?” said Stevie like he wasn’t destroying Bucky and possibly the coffee table at the moment, “That’s a thing, right?”

Bucky heard a moan from Sam. Stevie got bigger inside of Bucky.

“Fuck,” said Stevie, as Bucky choked on the sound of Stevie saying fuck, “Have plans for you, Sam.”

Bucky really wanted to know the plans for Sam. But then he stumbled into his orgasm after Sam groaned again, after Stevie pulled Bucky’s hair, tilting his head back and bit him. Bucky’s vision went spotty as he felt Stevie get rougher with him, and god, there were going to be bruises on his hip in the morning from how tightly Stevie was holding onto him and pulling Bucky’s boneless body onto his dick.

Stevie held Bucky there as his dick pulsed inside Bucky, filling Bucky up.

Bucky slouched over the coffee table, completely wrecked as Stevie pulled out of him, the sound wet and loud in a room filled with heavy breathing. Stevie’s hands grabbed his head, pulling Bucky up for yet another devastating kiss before Stevie settled Bucky on the couch, faced Bucky towards the armchair.

“I’m not satisfied with one,” growled Stevie as Sam seemed to belatedly realize just what he awakened in Stevie, “I need another.”

Bucky watched Stevie grab Sam’s face and pull him into a devastating kiss. Drank any semblance of thought from Sam’s mouth as he plunged deeper and deeper into it.

Fuck.

The way Sam looked. How he went to chase Stevie’s mouth as Stevie broke the kiss. How Sam’s eyes fluttered open, almost confused that the kiss ended. The way his body just yielded to Stevie as Stevie grabbed Sam by the waist to impale him in one swift motion. How Sam’s mouth opened but no sound escaped at Stevie staying inside him at first, getting Sam used to the fullness. Sam leaning in for every kiss, every bite and nibble as Stevie started to move. The surprise yelps and moans as Stevie sped up quickly. Sam was always given a momentary pause before Stevie thrashed him.

Sam’s arms and legs desperately clung to Stevie as he plowed into Sam, keeping eye contact right before he bit into the nape of Sam’s neck, the two of them groaning in unison as Stevie spilled inside Sam and Sam shot ropes of his release onto himself and Stevie.

Bucky moaned, surprised by the orgasm that hit him. He wasn’t even doing anything to himself. He was just watching. But there he was, coming untouched.

Fuck.

“Okay,” said Sam finally, still clinging onto Stevie weakly, Stevie still balls deep inside Sam, “I think this works for us.”

Bucky and Steve grunted in agreement.

*****

STEVE

Steve stepped behind Sam, his arms wrapped around him as he washed the dishes.

“Sam,” whispered Steve low in Sam’s ear, pressing himself onto Sam.

Sam chuckled as he turned to give Steve a light peck on the cheek.

“I love you, but it’s going to be a ‘no’ for me,” said Sam as he turned around and gave Steve a hug with soapy hands.

Steve liked that Sam did that. That he and Bucky did that, really. Even when they weren’t in the mood, there was still a lack of personal space, a want for touch. It made Steve a little less self-conscious whenever they said, “No”. Less like a complete rejection of Steve as a person and more like a not right now. Steve knew he shouldn’t feel like he wasn’t being sexy enough or he was doing something wrong, but the thoughts crept into Steve’s mind despite him knowing full well that Sam and Bucky just didn’t have the same libido as he had. The way Sam was holding him helped Steve push down those thoughts, Steve hugging Sam too before Sam went back to the dishes.

Steve wandered over to the bedroom and poked his head into the dark room as Bucky took his afternoon nap.

“Buck?” whispered Steve, loud enough for the fella to hear.

“Sleep,” grumbled Bucky as he tunneled deeper into his covers before he seemed to make a few grumbly noises and appeared back from under the comforter, “You’re very sexy and if I wasn’t taking a nap, I’d give you a hug or something.”

Steve snorted.

“Okay, Buck. Good night,” said Steve, quietly closing the door.

It wasn’t the first time Steve was in the mood when the other two weren’t. This was fine. Steve walked over to Sam, giving him a peck on the lips.

“Going to my apartment. I’ll be back in a bit,” murmured Steve.

“Have fun,” said Sam as Steve walked out of Sam’s apartment.

It was… a little strange. Every time he went back to his apartment. It didn’t really feel like Steve’s apartment. He didn’t eat there. Didn’t sleep there. He practically lived with Sam and Bucky now. Until he needed his own space like now.

Steve walked to his bedroom, and maybe it was telling that he just had the lube and fleshlight just sitting on his nightstand, out in the open.

They really needed to get their own house or something. Paying three different rents didn’t make much sense, anyways.

Steve shimmied off his pants and underwear, flung his shirt somewhere as he got comfortable on his bed. Steve lubed up his hand, closing eyes as he imagined… imagined Sam. Sam stroking Steve’s already hard dick, Bucky behind Sam as he whispered something into Sam’s ear, kissed Sam lovingly in that way that made Sam giggle, always had Sam mumbling, “That tickles. Stop that.”

Steve moaned at that. That little moment between the two. Why were they adorable? Why were they so sweet and soft as they held hands? Why were they cute even when they were making fun of Steve? Why did Steve just want to grab them as they had those little moments together and rail them until they couldn’t see straight?

Steve didn’t actually need those answers. He already knew the two of them liked being plowed until they were blabbering nonsense sounds. He already loved them both.

He did.

He loved them.

Not exactly in the same way.

Sam was… Sam was the one. He really was. There was going to be no one else. Just Sam. But that… that didn’t mean Steve didn’t feel some kind of way towards Bucky. Though. It wasn’t – it felt different. To what he had with Sam. It wasn’t a feeling of the one. But he still enjoyed Bucky’s company. Bucky was one of his best friends. He adored how Bucky was with Sam.

Steve could watch those two forever. Bucky mumbling little inside jokes onto Sam’s skin as he kissed right under Sam’s ear. Sam shivering as he felt that kiss, giggling at the joke. Still moving his hand on Steve’s dick.

Steve reached for the fleshlight.

Steve smiled, imagining Bucky helping Sam line up with Steve, probably making fun of Steve as Sam snickered. How Sam would break his laughter with a long, low moan as Bucky slowly pushed Sam down onto Steve. Sam’s eyes would stay on Steve. Unfocusing with lust, a little drool dribbling down at the feeling of Steve inside him as he wiggled around, relaxed atop Steve.

Steve imagined he pushed Sam down, could see the surprise on both his and Bucky’s faces as he pinned them both under him. He lived in those looks, soaked in how Sam’s dick would bounce. Imagined how Bucky would whimper if Sam and Steve were both pinning him like that.

Steve plowed into the fleshlight as he watched Sam spasming under him, trying to get any purchase, but Steve wouldn’t have that, he held that imaginary Sam there as he kept thrusting, just wanting to hear the sounds of Sam. Wanting all of them. Wanted to hear Bucky chanting out a quiet, “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” under Sam as Steve railed Sam on top of Bucky, groaning as he made a mess inside Sam, filling Sam completely.

Steve twitched and fidgeted, groaned as he was fully submerged inside the fleshlight, thinking about… about how big Bucky would be. If he had just done that to Sam. On top of Bucky. The reel of hot images just kept rolling. Steve groaned, reaching for the lube as he lathered his fingers.

It… it wasn’t his favorite thing. He liked someone inside him, filling him hot and thick, but what Steve had to do to get there…

Steve imagined Sam’s fingers. Sam a little out of it, Steve still completely inside of Sam as Sam circled his entrance. Kissed Steve softly as he slowly prodded Steve. Steve moaned into his comforter, thinking about how gentle Sam would be. How loving his touch always was when he opened Steve up.

How Sam would stutter as Steve began thrusting into Sam again, how Sam would yelp, probably feel a little oversensitive but still moan encouragingly (little Uh huhns and Mhms!) as Steve built up speed again. How Bucky would make sputtery noises (breathy exhalations of broken off words, the sweet delight of S-Stevie!) as Steve took Sam’s body and rammed it onto his dick, Bucky groaning at the delicious drag of his own dick on Sam’s back. Steve slammed Sam harder and harder onto him as Sam grew more and more vocal until Steve groaned, coming hard into the fleshlight again.

Steve slumped onto his bed, twitching as he recovered. Blinked away the mirage of Sam and Bucky.

It was incredibly satisfying, though maybe next time he’d finger himself. Steve would head back into Sam’s apartment… in a little bit. Steve closed his eyes, allowing himself a moment to lay there.

*****

SAM

“What even is this?” asked Steve as he flailed a piece of kitchen equipment at Bucky.

“It’s a sous vide machine,” said Bucky, grabbing the precious kitchen tool and cradling it close in his arms, “And it’s expensive. And really good at cooking things. I’ve made so many perfect steaks with this.”

“So, we need it?” asked Steve as he raised an eyebrow.

“We need it,” growled Bucky as he placed it in the bottom cabinets with the rest of the semi-regularly used appliances, “What we don’t need is three blenders.”

“My blender is fine,” said Steve, pointing to something that wasn’t a blender.

“Steve. I love you, but that’s a ninja,” said Sam as he patted Steve’s back sympathetically.

“Ninjas are people?” said Steve, confused.

“It’s a brand of food processor too, hon,” said Sam as he turned to Bucky, “You have a better blender than me. Just keep yours and put mine in the garage sale box.”

Bucky nodded, looking relieved that Sam at least knew what he was talking about.

It was time. It really was. They needed their own space together, not just three apartments all clumped in a row. It was a nice place too. One-story house. Enough space for all three of them. It was perfect for them. Now, if he could stop Steve from fighting Bucky over every single appliance, then they might actually survive this move-in.

“I’m going to finish up the stuff in the master bedroom,” said Sam as he kissed his boyfriends both on the cheek, “Don’t kill each other over spatulas while I’m gone.”

Steve and Bucky grumbled noncommittal responses at Sam, but Sam felt confident that he wouldn’t step back into the kitchen to find a crime scene… eighty percent confident that he wouldn’t.

Sam walked into the bedroom, opening up his last box of clothes. It was relaxing. Putting everything away. Finding spots for everything. Seeing how all their belongings blended together, even with some arguing over what to keep. It was more than Sam ever expected, especially after Riley.

“Okay, that was my last box!” Sam yelled, about to check on how Steve and Bucky were doing in the kitchen before he… he saw something in one of Steve’s open boxes.

Sam walked over to the box, finding…

A fleshlight.

Sam hadn’t expected that. Or. He wasn’t sure what to expect. Steve never talked about toys. Sam and Bucky currently shared a small collection of toys, but Sam sort of assumed Steve wouldn’t be interested. Though. There was that saying about assumptions.

“Uh,” Sam heard from the door, turning to see Steve absolutely crimson, “I – I didn’t think you’d find that. I’ll get rid of it, it’s just. I don’t mean – I know I probably shouldn’t when I’m with you, it’s just. When you and Bucky aren’t in the mood, I – ”

Sam didn’t expect that. Sam panicked a bit.

“What? No. No, I’m not shaming you for this,” said Sam, “I like sex toys. I’ve used them before.”

“It’s – it’s really okay?” asked Steve, quiet.

“Yeah. This is a sex toy-accepting house,” said Sam, and he couldn’t help but smile at how Steve relaxed.

But then it was as if a switch was flipped. Steve’s eyes darkened as he walked Sam’s way, like he was on the prowl. Sam didn’t even know that he backed up into a wall until Steve was boxing Sam in.

“Want me to show you how I use it?” growled Steve, because he was an absolute horndog.

Not that Sam was complaining. No, Sam was feeling how tight his pants were now, how Steve was looking at Sam as if he knew how to make Sam fall apart. Because he did know how to.

Sam meant to say “Yes.” What Sam said was a whimpery moan. Steve didn’t even take his eyes off of Sam’s as his hands quickly unbuckled Sam’s belt, shoved Sam’s pants and boxers to the ground.

“I’m going to need you to move to the bed,” said Steve, rough and wanting as he pulled Sam’s shirt off along with his own, “Can you do that for me?”

Sam wasn’t quite sure how he managed to get from the wall to the bed. But he got there. He got there without breaking eye contact with Steve the entire time, even as Steve pulled out the bottle of lube from one of the remaining boxes. Sam lay there, Steve’s eyes hypnotizing him to not move as Steve crawled atop him. Made Sam watch as he coated one of his hands.

“What I would do,” rumbled Steve as he held his and Sam’s hardening dicks in one, big, warm hand, “Is I would stroke myself. Thinking about you. And Bucky. How you might get each other prepared. Or me. Maybe Bucky would be knuckle deep inside of you as I watched him pump his fingers into you. Maybe your tongue would be thrusting into Bucky, making him flail, jerking at each time you pressed that spot inside him that makes him see stars.”

Sam moaned, wriggling under Steve. Thinking about Steve thinking about them.

“And when I felt like I couldn’t take it anymore,” Steve said as, god, was Steve about to do what Sam thought he was about to do, “I would take the fleshlight and start to burrow myself as deep into it as I possibly could.”

Sam looked at the fleshlight. He looked at what Steve was doing.

Sam opened his mouth, but Steve moved before Sam could talk.

Sam was pretty sure he screamed.

One minute, Steve was holding them both together, thrusting next to Sam inside Steve’s hand. Steve’s hand had the perfect pressure, just knew how to stroke Sam. The next minute, Sam was in an intensely tight, somehow furnace hot fleshlight with Steve’s dick. It was almost too much. It hurt, but it hurt so good. Squished inside a fleshlight that was definitely built for one person. Or maybe. Maybe it was just hurting.

“Um…” Steve said, his voice breaking the usual rumble, “Are you okay?”

Sam scrunched his face.

“Steve,” strained Sam, because yeah, no, this was just hurting, “Maybe this wasn’t the move.”

Steve… nodded, and Sam let out a breath he was holding once he was free of the ironclad grip of the fleshlight.

“Maybe we get something that fits us both next time we use one of those,” Sam pointed out.

“There are other sizes?” Steve said a little too loud, making Sam laugh.

“Okay. Let’s talk about that later,” said Sam, putting Steve’s hand back around the both of their dicks, “Please. Continue. What else do you do?”

Steve began stroking them again, fast and firm, Sam getting lost in the intensity of Steve’s eyes.

“I’d drive into it thinking about you on top of me. As if it were Bucky under me. I’d use as much force as I wanted to as I embedded myself into you both, as I ravaged you senseless. Burrowing deeper and deeper into you until as I thought of your moans, thought of you screaming like you are now. Burying myself as much as I can before I – I – ”

Sam moaned at the intensity of Steve saying those things. How Steve was saying them to Sam. Imagining Steve thinking those things. Playing those scenarios out as he used his fleshlight.

Sam could feel it. Steve pulsing. The release. Steve painting Sam, and Sam couldn’t help himself, he tipped over the edge as well, garbling satisfied words as he spilled between them, whimpering a bit when he felt himself still solidly in Steve’s grip.

“Yeah,” said Steve, panting, “That’s the face I pictured whenever I thought of you falling off the edge into your own ecstasy.”

Sam just made noises at that.

“Didn’t know we were taking a break,” said Bucky from the door.

Steve turned to Bucky casually.

“I was just showing Sam what I do with this,” said Steve, mercifully letting go of Sam’s soft dick before showing Bucky the fleshlight, “Before I. Um. Realized that it was a bad idea to stick two dicks into a one dick fleshlight. So I improvised.”

Bucky laughed.

“You did that to poor Sam? You okay, Sam? Dick fine?” asked Bucky as Sam grumbled at Bucky before Bucky turned back to Steve, “Didn’t even think you knew what a sex toy was.”

“I use one when you two aren’t in the mood,” said Steve plainly.

“So it’s not just your hand when you’re alone, huh?” said Bucky as he joined them on the bed, “What do you fantasize about?”

“A lot of things,” rumbled Steve, alluring and deep before an edge of shyness bubbled to the surface, “I. Um. I’ve been thinking about something specific that I haven’t been able to, um. Do much on my own.”

“What do you want to do?” asked Sam, his words melding together in his relaxed state.

Steve… blushed.

“I… I want Bucky inside me again, but,” mumbled Steve, “But I just – It usually doesn’t work out. I don’t know. It doesn’t feel right or I get self-conscious about the idea of someone – someone inside me. Which I get it, it’s a bit hypocritical and there’s some stuff there I should probably talk to a therapist about. So I don’t know. I’m not sure if that’s actually something I’m up for because I sort of become my own worst enemy.”

“Maybe we should do something different from what we’d usually do,” suggested Sam, “Maybe it’ll help if we change it up a bit.”

“Maybe,” said Steve, a little unsure.

“I mean, since we’re bringing out toys, what about we try something we own,” said Bucky, “Um. Me and Sam. We’ve been sharing toys.”

Steve… blinked.

“You what,” said Steve, caught off guard.

“We share a collection, actually,” Bucky clarified as he pulled a small box from under the bed, “We don’t have a lot, but we have some. Didn’t know you had any.”

“You have a collection of… fleshlights?” whispered Steve, as if someone on the street would hear them talk about sex toys if he talked any louder.

“Sex toys. Not just fleshlights. Honestly, I don’t think we actually have a fleshlight, so thank you for your sexy contribution,” said Bucky approvingly.

“What else is there besides that?” asked Steve, genuinely confused.

“I mean, vibrators for one,” said Sam as Bucky opened the box, “Dildos too. There’s a lot of things, really. Did you think there were only fleshlights?”

Steve turned redder somehow. He glanced over at the few vibrators and two dildos in the box.

“Never really thought about it,” mumbled Steve.

Bucky grinned.

“Okay, maybe this’ll help you then,” said Bucky as he handed Sam the box, “You help him see what he wants. I’ll get undressed.”

Sam nodded as he showed the collection to a… very overwhelmed Steve. Sam made the executive decision to pull out a bullet vibrator, one that wasn’t exactly that big or anything, was usually pretty reliable.

“Maybe we can start with this?” said Sam, “It’s not the smallest, but it’s not giant. It has three different speeds. It’s my go to. Probably not a bad one to try out.”

“Sure?” said Steve, still looking a little confused.

Sam frowned.

“Hey. If it’s too much, that’s okay. You don’t have to use other toys,” said Sam.

Steve shook his head.

“No, it’s not that, it’s just – I guess I never really thought about using something like that on myself,” said Steve with a shrug, “I’m open to it, though. And I’ll tell you guys if it’s too much.”

Sam nodded.

“Good,” said Sam.

“You just relax and let me get you ready for the vibrator,” said Bucky.

Steve nodded, turning to Sam. Looking tense still. Sam, moved his wobbly hands to hold Steve’s face, pulling him close for a kiss… a little more than a kiss. Steve whined into Sam’s mouth, squirming in a way that Sam knew Bucky was using his tongue again. Good. Steve needed to relax.

Sam felt Steve fidget. He seemed to tense a bit, maybe the first prod of the vibrator. Sam did his best to kiss Steve harder, play with his nipples, did everything to distract Steve. Steve relaxed again, thankfully.

Then… Steve moaned. Distracted and surprised and a little off kilter as he jerked in Sam’s arms, eyes flying wide open.

“That – that’s. What’s,” Steve started, his eyes unfocused, swimming in lust as he made a high-pitched warble into Sam’s chest, moaning and pushing back on the vibrator Bucky was slowly thrusting into Steve.

Sam did his best not to laugh at the incredibly dorky thumbs up Bucky gave Sam as he turned Steve into a puddle of limbs by casually working a vibrator the right angle.

“So, I’m guessing you like the vibrator?” asked Bucky innocently as Steve just drooled on Sam’s chest, shoving himself onto the vibrator with groans, Sam feeling Steve painting his and Sam’s stomachs with his come, “I tried a few different settings, but you seemed to like it on high. I’ll write a note for you about what setting you like.”

Steve made confused, dazed sounds as if he hadn’t expected any of that. Sam rubbed his back comforting the beautiful man atop him who was whimpering as Bucky carefully pulled the vibrator out from him.

“That,” moaned Steve into Sam’s chest, “All of that. Let’s do more of that. All the time.”

“We’ll throw it into the routine,” said Sam, kissing Steve on the forehead as Bucky set the vibrator to the side for cleanup later.

“Do you still want to – ?” Bucky started to say.

“Yes. Just. Give me a second,” said Steve, slowly regaining some composure.

Wobbling in a way Steve rarely did, angling his ass up as he lay on Sam.

“Ready when you are,” said Steve, “Hard and fast, Buck.”

Bucky frowned.

“I’m – I’m a lot. I know we’re super soldiers, but are you sure you’d want me to go hard?” asked Bucky.

“I liked it rough even before the serum,” said Steve, “But if you’re worried, you can go at your own pace and build up to it. See what you’re comfortable with.”

Bucky… nodded.

“Okay, but tell me if it’s ever too much,” said Bucky.

Bucky made room between Sam’s leg’s, smiling down at Sam. Sam smiled back. Gave him a tiny wave. Bucky waved back. They giggled.

“You’re both very cute, but we’re in the middle of something?” said Steve impatiently.

“Right,” said Bucky as Sam just… cuddled Steve close.

Sam liked Steve in his arms. Sam liked that this man who could stop helicopters from lifting off and survive in a block of ice for decades was so easy to hold. Wanted the touch. Wanted Sam to be there. Wrapped his own arms around Sam firmly. Hid his face like this was somehow embarrassing. Like all of them hadn’t done this together before.

It was cute.

Steve moaned into Sam’s shoulder, gripping Sam tight as Bucky breached him, moved deeper and deeper inside Steve. Steve’s eyes looked lost, hazy with blown pupils as he looked up at Sam, moaning at the Bucky’s gradual penetration.

“Hey. I know it’s a lot,” murmured Sam, pulling Steve’s face up for a sweet kiss, “You’re doing so well. You’re taking so much of him.”

Steve moaned again, a little pitchy, his hips shifting as Sam felt Steve getting hard again, gliding next to Sam’s dick. Sam groaned into Steve’s neck at the slide, Sam’s own dick filling as Steve rubbed up against him. Bucky breathed heavily above them, fully sunken into Steve.

“Whenever you’re ready,” rasped Steve as he held onto Sam tightly.

Sam watched Bucky above them. Slow at first, easy on Steve.

“Harder,” moaned Steve, “Faster. I can take it. You know I can.”

Sam could feel the shift in gear from how Steve ground onto Sam. The way Bucky began moving faster and harder, slamming into Steve to get breathy gasps, and rasp yelps that were absolutely heady to hear. The way Steve was sounding, how he rubbed up against Sam, how he was clinging almost helplessly to Sam as Bucky kept drilling into him as if seeing just how much of his super soldier strength he could use on Steve. Sam was lightheaded as he drank in the scene, as he spiraled into his own orgasm, his vision spotty as he felt Steve spasming above him, spilling ropes of come all over Sam’s chest. How Sam knew from the wrecked sounds Steve was making that Bucky was filling Steve up.

When Sam came to, he was in between Steve and Bucky, not quite dressed, but at least cleaned up.

“The other boxes,” Sam mumbled, trying to get up.

Steve and Bucky’s hands pushed Sam back down onto the bed.

“Hey, no,” whispered Bucky, “Take a break. You deserve a break.”

Steve mumbled something in agreement, giving Sam a kiss on the cheek.

Sam relaxed back into the cuddle pile. Happy with the people he had made his life with. Excited to show off his new home to his friends in a few days. Sam let sleep take him, surrounded by all the love in the world.