Bucky surely hadn't intended on his happening either, especially because of the mood he was in before he started talking to Rowen. But now, things feel better, he feels lighter, even with all the turmoil he was feeling inside of him. Now, it's only this. Their bodies pressed together, so achingly hard.
But Rowen's right about this as well- it's been a long time. Maybe longer than Rowen even realizes. It's been decades.
He smiles when Rowen asks to kiss him and he happily obliges, leaning in for a slow, soft one. He's alright with slowing this down in every single way as well, just to feel it. It's not a race- it's passion, but taking a moment to slow it down for both of them seems like a good idea. Especially because then he gets to feel exactly what Rowen's doing, fully and completely.
His hand, cupping him, squeezing at him- it makes Bucky moan into the kiss, hips rolling forward to catch more of that sweet friction. "Feels incredible. Jesus... Rowen. No one's touched me like this in a long time."
Gentle teeth lightly tugged at Bucky's full lower lip, Hawke chuckling softly to hear the breathy response. "Then I'll be the first," he promised, squeezing a little firmer each time Bucky rolled his hips into Hawke's hand. "Keep kissing me," he entreated, mouth moving against Bucky's lips as he spoke. "Moan right into my mouth, love...let me hear how good it feels..."
Step Two. Hawke had had to learn how the different fastenings on these decidedly odd clothes functioned here in this particular realm, but as with everything, he was a quick learner and it only took him a few moments to have Bucky's jeans open, the zipper lowered, and then naturally-heated fingers delved beneath the denim and then the cotton smalls to meet firm, heavy flesh, and this time it was Hawke moaning into Bucky's mouth as Bucky filled his palm, nice and thick.
Talented fingers stroked and squeezed, warm palm cupping and rubbing, firm grip giving just the slightest tugs in between the heated caresses. Bucky's responses were so strong, so thoroughly sincere, Hawke very nearly felt lightheaded to orchestrate this man's first pleasure in Maker-knew how long. The gut-clenching thought of having his mouth replace his hand earned his own long, throaty moan, but, Step Three.
There's more he wants to say, but after that he can't really manage it. Rowen squeezes him, presses into him so heatedly, it all gets stuck in his throat, only a moan escaping. But he'd much rather be kissing the other as well, so that's exactly what he does, not as softly as he was at first, because he's all worked up again.
He moans into the kiss, more than once, fingers digging in at Rowen's sides. Will he last? He certainly hopes so. In fact, he know he probably will- he's got the stamina of a super soldier, after all.
When Rowen's hand slips into his open pants, past the fabric of his underwear, he has to break the kiss, dropping his head down agains his shoulder as he tries to catch his breath. It's almost embarrassing the way he reacts, but he can barely even think that far. This feeling of pleasure is all consuming.
He doesn't want Rowen to stop though, so with a breath of his name, he kisses up along the other man's neck, bitting softly as his hips roll forward again.
Hawke worked Bucky over even more, setting up a nice, slow rhythm of squeeze and tug, cup, then squeeze and tug all over again. It was a rhythm Bucky's hips and Hawke's entire body fell into, working against each other with salacious intent. Though Hawke had to bite back his own shudder of sheer pleasure when Bucky's teeth found his neck, the eager pulse beating beneath those devilish little love bites and nipping kisses.
"Mmmm, yes, love," Hawke purred at Bucky's ear, still fondling his cock with an expert hand. "...Maker," he had to breathe after a few moments more, fire licking beneath his skin, urging him to hike this man atop the counter and fuck him for the rest of the night and all the next day, but, the Steps. They were important.
"...you feel so good," Hawke rumbled at Bucky's cheek, nuzzling for his mouth to slide his tongue between those luscious lips. Calloused fingers gave Bucky's rigid cock a long, slow tug. "And you have a choice, sweetheart: do you want to fuck my hand, just like this, or would you rather fuck my mouth?" Right here, right against the kitchen counter.
Rowen certainly knows what he's doing, and Bucky's glad for it. He's letting the other man take the lead, because while he might not exactly fumble through this, it's still been long enough where he's unsure. Hell, especially being with a man. In the end though, that part hardly matters as much, because Bucky's well and fully attracted, there's no doubt about that.
The proof is in how hard he is, practically leaking in Rowen's hand as he strokes at him so expertly.
Bucky feels like maybe he should be doing more, but at the moment he's too wrapped up, and it feels like his brain has shorted out. Rowen feels so damn good, his sweet words urging him on. There's nothing quite like the slow build of arousal he feels when Rowen asks him what he wants, though. He breathes out a curse, pulling back to look at the other with darkened blue eyes. "Your mouth. I wanna feel your mouth. I'd do anything to feel your mouth." He says as he leans in to speak against that very mouth before kissing him again. If he's feeling a little desperate, so be it.
Hawke returned the kiss, their tongues coiling together behind fused lips. Bucky's choice had lit him up from the inside out, and there was nothing else he wanted more than to sink to his knees and suck the cock still in his hand all the way down his throat. But first, a few more kisses. And a purred rumble of assent, nodding when at last they broke apart, both panting for air.
"...all right..."
With a wicked little grin, Hawke withdrew his hand, placed both on Bucky's lean hips, and slowly slithered his way down Bucky's strong frame, pausing to worry a tight nipple with the tip of his tongue. Once on his knees, dark head directly in front of Bucky's half-bare groin, Hawke deftly worked those jeans further open, slowly pulling down all the layers until Bucky's cock eagerly sprang free, flushed, thick, and already slick.
Hawke again took him in hand, curled fingers plumping the base, and angled his head to run the flat of his tongue along the sharply ridged vein beneath, giving a soft, sweet moan when he reached its end and suckled just the velvety head between his lips. His tongue swirled across it, cheeks hollowing beneath lowered dark lashes as he sucked lightly, reaching around to squeeze the curve of Bucky's ass in a hard grip.
There's a part of him that doesn't even really know what to expect. It's like he doesn't remember this anymore. For a while it was like that. Everything that felt good, everything that was a comfort to him was rewritten in his head, tortured out of him, and he's still putting the pieces together from time to time.
Maybe in a way it's a good thing. It almost feels like he's experiencing this for the first time- except deep in his bones he knows how much he wants this- how much he wants Rowen.
He watches, breath hitching even as Rowen simply teases his nipple, and Bucky slides his real hand up Rowen's shoulders, his neck, eventually into his hair, tousling it a bit as the other works his pants open. His metal arm is holding on to the counter for some leverage, because he's sure this will make his knees weak, no matter how much stronger he's supposed to be. He's already groaning when his pants are opened completely and his cock is finally free.
He's achingly hard, but Rowen's mouth gives him the sweetest relief. He's pretty sure he can already see stars as that expert tongue runs up his shaft, making him shudder. His fingers curl tighter into Rowen's hair as his mouth descends around the head of his cock, and he releases a long moan, his head falling back. This is the best thing he's felt in a very long time.
"Oh god.... your mouth is perfect," he says as he lifts his head again, needing to look down at the other man's face, watching his cock disappear into that perfect, plump mouth.
The fingers flexing in his hair told Hawke just how much Bucky both wanted and liked this, and the low moans coming from above him guided him even further. It was absolutely his intention to take Bucky right apart, to shock him with pleasure, with want. He took Bucky's cock between his lips inch by inch, slowly going deeper with each long, languid suck, finally curving both large hands around the soldier's bared ass to guide those lean hips in the slightest shallow rhythm. Just enough to match the bob of his head as he worked.
And Hawke didn't bother checking his noises either, letting Bucky hear just how delicious he was, filling the mage's mouth and then some. Hawke sucked, moaned, and licked all around Bucky's thick heavy cock, working the soft head into his throat a time or two, just enough before he choked, releasing the turgid shaft to lap and lave it all over with the flat of his tongue before taking it again deep into his mouth.
Two long fingers slipped a bit deeper, teasing beneath the heavy sac and cupping it in a heated palm, squeezing as firmly as he had earlier. Every so often, Hawke lifted his lashes and gazed up to his luscious lover, nothing but heady, heady desire burning in bright blue eyes.
It's a sight Bucky knows he won't soon forget. Rowen looking up at him like that through his lashes, taking him deeper into his mouth each time. Even the way he chokes around his cock sends a spike of arousal through him, and Bucky truly didn't even know something like that would turn him on so much.
He starts moving his hips when Rowen's hands slide to his ass, urging him on. He wants nothing more than to feel more and more of that hot, wet mouth around him. He likes that he can tell how much Rowen is enjoying it as well, those sounds of his definitely encouraging.
For a long time, pleasure had been a painful thing. With a lot of reprograming in his head, he can finally feel things normally, and for that, he's grateful, because this already feels it'll be an experience like no other. Rowen already has him coming undone.
As both of them could probably use a moment or so to breathe, Hawke sat back and ran his tongue around his mouth, grinning like a cheeky fox. But he couldn't just stop, not with Bucky's erect wet cock right in front of his face. So he exchanged his mouth for his hand, working the soldier with tight, firm tugs while he ran his other hand up Bucky's magnificent torso, fingers spread to tantalize all of that bare skin with a heated touch.
A wicked little chuckle purred in his throat, and he had to ask, "...feel good?" even though he already knew the answer. Bucky still had a death-grip on the edge of the counter, not that Hawke blamed him in the slightest. He leaned forward to lick at the tip of Bucky's cock, needing its salty-sweet taste on his tongue. "You taste divine, my sweet darling. Mmm, I could spend the rest of the night doing only this..."
Mischievous blue eyes twinkled beneath their dark lashes. "Shall I continue, or...?" He deliberately let the question taper off, wanting to hear his lover's enthusiastic responses.
Bucky very nearly lets out a sound of protest when Rowen pulls off of him, but he catches himself, because really, he could use a moment to take a breath. He's breathing heavily, pupils blown wide with desire as he looks down at the other man, and that cheeky grin.
For a moment he's at a loss for words, until the other man's hand finds its way back to his cock, dragging it up and down so fluidly. If he is gripping the edge of the counter, it's surely warped by now- his real hand slips to Rowen's face now that he's moved back, but then as soon as he's back forward again, tongue lapping up the precum along the head of his cock, Bucky's hand slides right back into his hair.
"Good? Better than good... jesus christ, Rowen. Feels incredible." He could spend the rest of the night doing only this, too. But Rowen looks like he has other plans, and right now Bucky would go alng with anything he wanted. "Yes... yes, continue. Unless... unless you wanna do something else." Because he's not used to the one taking up all the attention like this. He wants Rowen to feel all this pleasure, too.
It was such a glorious sight above him; Bucky Barnes half-naked, flushed, panting with growing arousal, magnificent chest heaving with those ragged, shallow breaths...ah, sweet Maker, but it was a vision Hawke knew he'd treasure until the end of all days. Leaning into the hand threaded into his hair, Hawke lowered his lashes and smiled cheekily at the fevered request, clearly hearing the desperate desire in his lover's breathy voice.
And since Hawke wanted the exact same thing, he flashed that siren's smile up at Bucky, blue eyes glinting with heated promise, then once more took Bucky's slick cock deep between his lips, sucking in long, sweet strokes. Warm palms again squeezed and kneaded the soldier's buttocks, urging his hips to pump back and forth, the mage giving a heady, guttural moan when Bucky began to fuck his mouth. Hawke tightened his lips, tongue laving the turgid flesh in his mouth, the salacious sounds of their rhythm mingling with the dark groans that emerged from each throat.
Yeah, he's a little desperate. Hard not to be when it's been so long, and he's all pent up and aching for release. He knows it won't be that easy though. Sometimes his body betrays him. They things they did to him, the way they tortured him- it's almost as if they took every pleasure, every comfort and turned it on its head. Sometimes it's still hard for Bucky's brain to get past that.
But god, it sure feels like Rowen will get him there- especially when he looks at him like that.
Another moan gets pulled from deep inside of him when Rowen sucks him back into his mouth, lips slick and tight along his shaft. There's no holding back as Rowen urges him to move, his hips rocking forward steadily, but also relishing in the feeling of the other man's hands gripping his ass. It's all so raw, so real, and the moan Rowen lets out when he starts to move, only makes him fuck his mouth a little harder, fingers curling tighter in his hair as well. It's the most exquisite thing he's ever felt, but he just can't seem to let go completely.
Feeling Bucky fall even further into their salacious rhythm, Hawke shifted on his knees, relaxed his jaw, and held his place so that Bucky could fuck his mouth, squeezing plump cheeks a little bit harder. It was delicious, having this man so worked up because of him - and quite probably decades worth of abstinence, but Hawke would take credit where he could.
He couldn't help the whorish moan that slithered from his throat when Bucky tugged at his hair, the mild pain setting off even more heat beneath his own warm skin. Having a decent gag reflex aided the mage well; he handled their fiercer rhythm for several minutes before he had to sit back so he wouldn't choke, but it was a greedy tongue that ran around his lips and a cheeky smirk that he sent upwards as he caught his breath yet again.
Three heartbeats later, Hawke dove back in, but this time deeper, curling his now-hot palm around Bucky's cock so that his mouth might molest the tight sac beneath it, tongue curling around the hard stones before sucking it right between his lips. He worked Bucky's throbbing cock with that flame-heated hand, tugging firm and hard, and rolled his tongue around and over the taut flesh in his mouth. Smoothly shifting from one to the other, Hawke coaxed Bucky's legs a little more apart, insinuating a shoulder between those corded thighs, splaying his beautiful soldier out for the taking.
It's all because of Rowen, really. The way Bucky feels, how damn turned on he is. This man on his knees is slowly undoing him, in more ways than just this. Rowen deserves all the credit.
For a moment Bucky thinks it might be too much when Rowen nearly chokes on his cock, but then his mouth is back on him in an instant, and Bucky barely has a moment to catch his breath before he's panting again, hand curling tighter around the edge of his counter, feeling it crack even more under his hold.
He can feel the slow, intense heat of arousal building in him, the firmness Rowen uses around his cock helping drag it even further out. He's pretty sure no one's ever gone even lower than that, the new sensation of his sac between those lips pulling an even deeper moan from him. He can feel his knees going weak, Rowen shoving up against him even closer, but in the end he has a feeling he might need more.
"Rowen.... Rowen, I..." He starts, then bites at his lip, sucking in a breath. "I don't know if I can..."
Bucky sounded so wonderfully breathless, his voice falling on Hawke's ears like the sweetest music. The mage very slowly shifted back until he could gaze up at Bucky's face, seeing the heat in his pale cheeks, the cords tight in his thick neck, and that beautifully kissable mouth half-slack with his panting breaths.
"...what, love?" Hawke asked in his low velvet rumble, still dragging his warm hand up and down Bucky's cock. But slowly, prolonging the exquisite, nearly-painful pleasure. "What do you want, Bucky? Tell me, my sweetheart. Tell me and it's yours..."
It's crazy, really. He's pretty sure he's never been this riled up in his life. As far as he can remember anyway. It's crazy, because this isn't how he ever expected to find this kind of release again, but now he can't imagine it being any other way. Not since he met Rowen.
The words still get stuck inside of him though, and so he gives himself another moment, letting his head fall back as he just lets himself feel. Rowen's hand still working his cock- the way his voice sounds, surrounding him with warmth, the patience that he has, making all of this so much easier. When he looks back down at him, he licks his lips, catching his breath.
"I want you to fuck me. I need you to fuck me." He only shifts his gaze away for a moment, slightly embarrassed for even asking for it like that, but then his eyes are right back on Rowen. He doesn't want to be embarrassed about any of it. Not in this day and age, and definitely not with this beautiful man before him.
For the barest, briefest moment, the blue in Hawke's eyes melted into flames, hearing that impassioned plea. His irises flared with inner heat, breath catching across suddenly slack lips. But the golden hue faded quickly, the mage's gaze returning to its bright hue only seconds later, and Hawke slowly rose from his crouch on the floor to stand in front of his panting lover, taking Bucky's face in his large palms and snaring his mouth for a deep, passion-filled kiss.
"...as you wish," Hawke rasped an eternity later, when they finally broke apart for air. "Though, I cannot promise at least a bit of discomfort at the first, but I swear to be as gentle as I can." Especially since Bucky had never been with a man, doing so the first time could be...startling. But Hawke didn't think Bucky would protest overly; the soldier was all but shaking with desire, with need.
Dropping another kiss on that lush, sweet mouth, Hawke whispered in his graveled voice, "Skin out of your trousers and smalls, love. Then I'll give you exactly what you wish." And oh, would he ever...
Bucky catches that look in Rowen's eyes. It's as if they're truly on fire. It's a heady feeling, knowing he's the one who has brought that out in the other man. He knows then, that he's made the absolute right decision.
When Rowen gets to his feet, Bucky leans in for that kiss. His free hand moves to Rowen's face, then his neck, down to his shoulder, squeezing as the intensity of their kiss grows. When it breaks, he's panting lightly again, listening to those words with a nod.
"I'll be alright. I can take it." He's been through a hell of a lot worse, though he isn't even thinking of it in those terms. His desire for this man has him wanting everything he can offer. "I need the intensity of it." He's not sure if Rowen can understand, but that's probably the most Bucky will say about it.
He's pretty quick to get out of the rest of his clothes after that, kicking them aside, then reaches out to help Rowen with his as well. His heart beat is kicking up now that he's completely naked, but it isn't going to stop him.
Their mingled clothing made small piles on the pristine kitchen floor, but it was lost on Hawke as both of them shucked the last of their clothing and came back together fully naked at last. And Maker, but his lover was absolutely beautiful, carved from granite and given fleshly form. Hawke wasn't any slouch himself - working on a backwater Ferelden farm had honed him early and he'd more or less kept the same outline over the decades and miles, but Bucky Barnes was, even with the metal arm, truly, truly a breathtaking sight to behold.
And he wanted Hawke. If their previous foreplay hadn't been enough to have him hard enough to cut diamond, looking his fill at his new lover certainly would do the trick.
As tempting as it was to put his hands and mouth all over the vision of flesh before him, Hawke made a mental note to do just that later - now was for gently stroking Bucky's flushed cheek, offering a soft smile of reassurance, then placing his warm fingers beneath Bucky's right bicep, murmuring, "Turn around. Hands on the counter."
He leaned close, lips trailing over Bucky's neck as he urged him around, adding in a warm, soft whisper, "...just relax, love. And trust me."
Bucky can't help but let his gaze drag down the length of Rowen's body as well. God, he's gorgeous in every single way, and Bucky realize he hasn't gotten to run his hands over even a third of him. But he'll certainly have more chances to do so, he hopes. No...he knows it. They're connected by more than just their carnal desires.
Those desires both rile him up and calm him down all at the same time. A good thing for right now, as he does what Rowen says, turning around and placing his hands on the counter. It's only now that he realizes the dent he made, but it doesn't even bother him. How can it, when he's fill of anticipation of what's to come? Anticipation and nerves.
He breathes out, turning his head a little to look at Rowen. "I trust you." And so he tries to relax.
Slow. Yes, slow. This couldn't be rushed, no matter how he might howl within. But Bucky deserved that and so much more, and besides, Hawke absolutely wanted to savor him. Rile him up once more and have him begging. Not out of cruelty or spite, but out of desire and need. It was even now thick in the air, the small apartment a perfect conduit for their shared passion.
Bucky obliged, turning around, and Hawke moved forward just enough, enough to press firmly against his back, sighing when flesh at last met flesh. Warm, smooth, supple. Again reminding himself to take his time, to go slow, Hawke coiled strong arms around Bucky's waist, flattening his palms to the corded abdomen and sliding them up and down, memorizing the pattern of muscle that twitched beneath his touch.
And though he burned to bury his cock deep into slick, wet heat, Hawke instead rolled his hips slowly but steadily against Bucky's backside, sliding the eager shaft along the cleft between Bucky's legs, promissory of what was to come in but moments. Hawke then slipped a hand down Bucky's torso, again taking him in hand and coaxing his legs a bit further apart, groaning when his slick length edged into the widening valley between the soldier's thighs.
Mouth at Bucky's pulse, Hawke teased the pebbled skin with his teeth, unable to stifle a lustful moan as he whispered beneath Bucky's ear. "I've dreamt of this...having you like this... Dreamt it so many times." Those teeth caught Bucky's earlobe, tongue soothing the minute sting. "Was that wicked of me?"
Bucky bites at his lip once again, when Rowen presses against his back. Even without his magical heat, Bucky feels hot all over. He can feel Rowen's arousal press against him, and he breathes in, nice and slow, then breathes out. The way Rowen touches him, sliding up and down, it helps him keep that steady rhythm.
He only tenses when he feels that eager cock sliding along his backside, but he meets Rowen's eyes again and calms down. He can do this. He wants to do it. His heart is beating so hard because he's eager for it too. So he spreads his legs a little more, letting his body relax enough to groan softly when he feels Rowen press himself closer along his ass, all these new sensations lighting him up from the inside.
His eyes close when Rowen teases at his neck, breath hitching quietly at those words. "Maybe it is- but I've thought about it too," he has to admit, but Bucky knows wicked, and this isn't it. There's no way it can be when it feels this good- this all encompassing.
Hawke remained where he was for a bit, just letting Bucky settle a bit more and becoming familiar with the mage's presence so snug against his back. Warm hands drifted all over the soldier's magnificent torso, calloused thumbs flicking tight nipples with mischievous cheek, blunted nails skating across tight abdominal muscles, and roughened palms gliding up and down Bucky's ribcage, while Hawke continued molesting his lover's ears, throat, and neck with soft kisses and gentle teasing nips.
"Have you?" he murmured after a minute or so, tip of his tongue toying with the earlobe beneath his mouth, casually drawing it between his lips for a languid suck and giving his hips a firmer thrust at the same time. A low moan slithered out of Hawke's mouth when he felt tight heat from the virgin cleft surround his cock, already imagining himself sheathed deep and wet, but...soon.
Soon enough to finagle his discarded trousers over with his toes, bending away only to dig in a pocket for one of the items he never went anywhere without. Saliva was an acceptable substitute in a pinch, but years of traveling experience that it was always better to be prepared for any eventuality, therefore the small bottle of slightly-fragrant oil had always been a necessity in his list of essentials. And while he hadn't come over tonight expecting this, it had simply been habit to slip the small vial into his pocket.
Uncapping it with his teeth - reluctant to remove both of his hands from Bucky's body - Hawke manages to coat most of his right hand in the stuff before releasing the bottle and slipping that glistening hand down between him and Bucky, releasing a guttural moan when he takes himself in hand and lubricates his own cock, then boldly slid those slick fingers between Bucky's firm cheeks, stroking long and languid.
He set his teeth over Bucky's hammering pulse once more, just as his index finger penetrated the tight, tight ring of muscle, sinking inside only to the first knuckle and resting there, the head of his cock nestled sweet and slick beneath his hand, the swollen head pressed snug against the heavy sac between the soldier's legs.
Bucky likes Rowen pressed so tight against his back. Another sign of trust that Bucky is willing to give the other man. He makes it easy to relax in this, lighting up all his senses with different touches across his skin, his nipples, the gentle bites to his ear. It makes it hard to think, and thats what Bucky really needs.
"Mmm..." It's all he can respond to that question, because Rowen must know it's true. He's been thinking about this too. It's hard not to.
It's unexpected when Rowen grabs the small bottle, but he'll be grateful for it, especially because he's never done this before. He turns his head to watch as much as he can, letting out a soft groan when he sees Rowen stroking himself, getting himself nice and wet for him. He knows he should be expecting those lubed up fingers as well, but it's such an odd feeling- so different from anything he remembers. He doesn't have to remember, though. This is all new and wonderful.
It's only when Rowen pushes a finger in that he hisses, tensing up a little, letting his head fall forward. "Ah...." He breathes out, then nods. "Just feels weird, but it's okay."
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Date: 2024-05-27 11:43 pm (UTC)But Rowen's right about this as well- it's been a long time. Maybe longer than Rowen even realizes. It's been decades.
He smiles when Rowen asks to kiss him and he happily obliges, leaning in for a slow, soft one. He's alright with slowing this down in every single way as well, just to feel it. It's not a race- it's passion, but taking a moment to slow it down for both of them seems like a good idea. Especially because then he gets to feel exactly what Rowen's doing, fully and completely.
His hand, cupping him, squeezing at him- it makes Bucky moan into the kiss, hips rolling forward to catch more of that sweet friction. "Feels incredible. Jesus... Rowen. No one's touched me like this in a long time."
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Date: 2024-05-27 11:55 pm (UTC)Step Two. Hawke had had to learn how the different fastenings on these decidedly odd clothes functioned here in this particular realm, but as with everything, he was a quick learner and it only took him a few moments to have Bucky's jeans open, the zipper lowered, and then naturally-heated fingers delved beneath the denim and then the cotton smalls to meet firm, heavy flesh, and this time it was Hawke moaning into Bucky's mouth as Bucky filled his palm, nice and thick.
Talented fingers stroked and squeezed, warm palm cupping and rubbing, firm grip giving just the slightest tugs in between the heated caresses. Bucky's responses were so strong, so thoroughly sincere, Hawke very nearly felt lightheaded to orchestrate this man's first pleasure in Maker-knew how long. The gut-clenching thought of having his mouth replace his hand earned his own long, throaty moan, but, Step Three.
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Date: 2024-05-28 01:03 am (UTC)He moans into the kiss, more than once, fingers digging in at Rowen's sides. Will he last? He certainly hopes so. In fact, he know he probably will- he's got the stamina of a super soldier, after all.
When Rowen's hand slips into his open pants, past the fabric of his underwear, he has to break the kiss, dropping his head down agains his shoulder as he tries to catch his breath. It's almost embarrassing the way he reacts, but he can barely even think that far. This feeling of pleasure is all consuming.
He doesn't want Rowen to stop though, so with a breath of his name, he kisses up along the other man's neck, bitting softly as his hips roll forward again.
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Date: 2024-05-28 01:15 am (UTC)"Mmmm, yes, love," Hawke purred at Bucky's ear, still fondling his cock with an expert hand. "...Maker," he had to breathe after a few moments more, fire licking beneath his skin, urging him to hike this man atop the counter and fuck him for the rest of the night and all the next day, but, the Steps. They were important.
"...you feel so good," Hawke rumbled at Bucky's cheek, nuzzling for his mouth to slide his tongue between those luscious lips. Calloused fingers gave Bucky's rigid cock a long, slow tug. "And you have a choice, sweetheart: do you want to fuck my hand, just like this, or would you rather fuck my mouth?" Right here, right against the kitchen counter.
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Date: 2024-05-28 01:59 am (UTC)The proof is in how hard he is, practically leaking in Rowen's hand as he strokes at him so expertly.
Bucky feels like maybe he should be doing more, but at the moment he's too wrapped up, and it feels like his brain has shorted out. Rowen feels so damn good, his sweet words urging him on. There's nothing quite like the slow build of arousal he feels when Rowen asks him what he wants, though. He breathes out a curse, pulling back to look at the other with darkened blue eyes. "Your mouth. I wanna feel your mouth. I'd do anything to feel your mouth." He says as he leans in to speak against that very mouth before kissing him again. If he's feeling a little desperate, so be it.
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Date: 2024-05-28 02:12 am (UTC)"...all right..."
With a wicked little grin, Hawke withdrew his hand, placed both on Bucky's lean hips, and slowly slithered his way down Bucky's strong frame, pausing to worry a tight nipple with the tip of his tongue. Once on his knees, dark head directly in front of Bucky's half-bare groin, Hawke deftly worked those jeans further open, slowly pulling down all the layers until Bucky's cock eagerly sprang free, flushed, thick, and already slick.
Hawke again took him in hand, curled fingers plumping the base, and angled his head to run the flat of his tongue along the sharply ridged vein beneath, giving a soft, sweet moan when he reached its end and suckled just the velvety head between his lips. His tongue swirled across it, cheeks hollowing beneath lowered dark lashes as he sucked lightly, reaching around to squeeze the curve of Bucky's ass in a hard grip.
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Date: 2024-05-28 10:02 pm (UTC)Maybe in a way it's a good thing. It almost feels like he's experiencing this for the first time- except deep in his bones he knows how much he wants this- how much he wants Rowen.
He watches, breath hitching even as Rowen simply teases his nipple, and Bucky slides his real hand up Rowen's shoulders, his neck, eventually into his hair, tousling it a bit as the other works his pants open. His metal arm is holding on to the counter for some leverage, because he's sure this will make his knees weak, no matter how much stronger he's supposed to be. He's already groaning when his pants are opened completely and his cock is finally free.
He's achingly hard, but Rowen's mouth gives him the sweetest relief. He's pretty sure he can already see stars as that expert tongue runs up his shaft, making him shudder. His fingers curl tighter into Rowen's hair as his mouth descends around the head of his cock, and he releases a long moan, his head falling back. This is the best thing he's felt in a very long time.
"Oh god.... your mouth is perfect," he says as he lifts his head again, needing to look down at the other man's face, watching his cock disappear into that perfect, plump mouth.
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Date: 2024-05-29 11:51 pm (UTC)And Hawke didn't bother checking his noises either, letting Bucky hear just how delicious he was, filling the mage's mouth and then some. Hawke sucked, moaned, and licked all around Bucky's thick heavy cock, working the soft head into his throat a time or two, just enough before he choked, releasing the turgid shaft to lap and lave it all over with the flat of his tongue before taking it again deep into his mouth.
Two long fingers slipped a bit deeper, teasing beneath the heavy sac and cupping it in a heated palm, squeezing as firmly as he had earlier. Every so often, Hawke lifted his lashes and gazed up to his luscious lover, nothing but heady, heady desire burning in bright blue eyes.
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Date: 2024-05-31 12:29 am (UTC)He starts moving his hips when Rowen's hands slide to his ass, urging him on. He wants nothing more than to feel more and more of that hot, wet mouth around him. He likes that he can tell how much Rowen is enjoying it as well, those sounds of his definitely encouraging.
For a long time, pleasure had been a painful thing. With a lot of reprograming in his head, he can finally feel things normally, and for that, he's grateful, because this already feels it'll be an experience like no other. Rowen already has him coming undone.
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Date: 2024-05-31 12:41 am (UTC)A wicked little chuckle purred in his throat, and he had to ask, "...feel good?" even though he already knew the answer. Bucky still had a death-grip on the edge of the counter, not that Hawke blamed him in the slightest. He leaned forward to lick at the tip of Bucky's cock, needing its salty-sweet taste on his tongue. "You taste divine, my sweet darling. Mmm, I could spend the rest of the night doing only this..."
Mischievous blue eyes twinkled beneath their dark lashes. "Shall I continue, or...?" He deliberately let the question taper off, wanting to hear his lover's enthusiastic responses.
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Date: 2024-05-31 01:44 am (UTC)For a moment he's at a loss for words, until the other man's hand finds its way back to his cock, dragging it up and down so fluidly. If he is gripping the edge of the counter, it's surely warped by now- his real hand slips to Rowen's face now that he's moved back, but then as soon as he's back forward again, tongue lapping up the precum along the head of his cock, Bucky's hand slides right back into his hair.
"Good? Better than good... jesus christ, Rowen. Feels incredible." He could spend the rest of the night doing only this, too. But Rowen looks like he has other plans, and right now Bucky would go alng with anything he wanted. "Yes... yes, continue. Unless... unless you wanna do something else." Because he's not used to the one taking up all the attention like this. He wants Rowen to feel all this pleasure, too.
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Date: 2024-06-02 05:17 pm (UTC)And since Hawke wanted the exact same thing, he flashed that siren's smile up at Bucky, blue eyes glinting with heated promise, then once more took Bucky's slick cock deep between his lips, sucking in long, sweet strokes. Warm palms again squeezed and kneaded the soldier's buttocks, urging his hips to pump back and forth, the mage giving a heady, guttural moan when Bucky began to fuck his mouth. Hawke tightened his lips, tongue laving the turgid flesh in his mouth, the salacious sounds of their rhythm mingling with the dark groans that emerged from each throat.
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Date: 2024-06-03 10:38 pm (UTC)But god, it sure feels like Rowen will get him there- especially when he looks at him like that.
Another moan gets pulled from deep inside of him when Rowen sucks him back into his mouth, lips slick and tight along his shaft. There's no holding back as Rowen urges him to move, his hips rocking forward steadily, but also relishing in the feeling of the other man's hands gripping his ass. It's all so raw, so real, and the moan Rowen lets out when he starts to move, only makes him fuck his mouth a little harder, fingers curling tighter in his hair as well. It's the most exquisite thing he's ever felt, but he just can't seem to let go completely.
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Date: 2024-06-03 11:29 pm (UTC)He couldn't help the whorish moan that slithered from his throat when Bucky tugged at his hair, the mild pain setting off even more heat beneath his own warm skin. Having a decent gag reflex aided the mage well; he handled their fiercer rhythm for several minutes before he had to sit back so he wouldn't choke, but it was a greedy tongue that ran around his lips and a cheeky smirk that he sent upwards as he caught his breath yet again.
Three heartbeats later, Hawke dove back in, but this time deeper, curling his now-hot palm around Bucky's cock so that his mouth might molest the tight sac beneath it, tongue curling around the hard stones before sucking it right between his lips. He worked Bucky's throbbing cock with that flame-heated hand, tugging firm and hard, and rolled his tongue around and over the taut flesh in his mouth. Smoothly shifting from one to the other, Hawke coaxed Bucky's legs a little more apart, insinuating a shoulder between those corded thighs, splaying his beautiful soldier out for the taking.
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Date: 2024-06-05 12:24 am (UTC)For a moment Bucky thinks it might be too much when Rowen nearly chokes on his cock, but then his mouth is back on him in an instant, and Bucky barely has a moment to catch his breath before he's panting again, hand curling tighter around the edge of his counter, feeling it crack even more under his hold.
He can feel the slow, intense heat of arousal building in him, the firmness Rowen uses around his cock helping drag it even further out. He's pretty sure no one's ever gone even lower than that, the new sensation of his sac between those lips pulling an even deeper moan from him. He can feel his knees going weak, Rowen shoving up against him even closer, but in the end he has a feeling he might need more.
"Rowen.... Rowen, I..." He starts, then bites at his lip, sucking in a breath. "I don't know if I can..."
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Date: 2024-06-06 12:33 am (UTC)"...what, love?" Hawke asked in his low velvet rumble, still dragging his warm hand up and down Bucky's cock. But slowly, prolonging the exquisite, nearly-painful pleasure. "What do you want, Bucky? Tell me, my sweetheart. Tell me and it's yours..."
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Date: 2024-06-06 12:51 am (UTC)The words still get stuck inside of him though, and so he gives himself another moment, letting his head fall back as he just lets himself feel. Rowen's hand still working his cock- the way his voice sounds, surrounding him with warmth, the patience that he has, making all of this so much easier. When he looks back down at him, he licks his lips, catching his breath.
"I want you to fuck me. I need you to fuck me." He only shifts his gaze away for a moment, slightly embarrassed for even asking for it like that, but then his eyes are right back on Rowen. He doesn't want to be embarrassed about any of it. Not in this day and age, and definitely not with this beautiful man before him.
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Date: 2024-06-06 01:04 am (UTC)"...as you wish," Hawke rasped an eternity later, when they finally broke apart for air. "Though, I cannot promise at least a bit of discomfort at the first, but I swear to be as gentle as I can." Especially since Bucky had never been with a man, doing so the first time could be...startling. But Hawke didn't think Bucky would protest overly; the soldier was all but shaking with desire, with need.
Dropping another kiss on that lush, sweet mouth, Hawke whispered in his graveled voice, "Skin out of your trousers and smalls, love. Then I'll give you exactly what you wish." And oh, would he ever...
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Date: 2024-06-06 01:38 am (UTC)When Rowen gets to his feet, Bucky leans in for that kiss. His free hand moves to Rowen's face, then his neck, down to his shoulder, squeezing as the intensity of their kiss grows. When it breaks, he's panting lightly again, listening to those words with a nod.
"I'll be alright. I can take it." He's been through a hell of a lot worse, though he isn't even thinking of it in those terms. His desire for this man has him wanting everything he can offer. "I need the intensity of it." He's not sure if Rowen can understand, but that's probably the most Bucky will say about it.
He's pretty quick to get out of the rest of his clothes after that, kicking them aside, then reaches out to help Rowen with his as well. His heart beat is kicking up now that he's completely naked, but it isn't going to stop him.
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Date: 2024-06-06 01:49 am (UTC)And he wanted Hawke. If their previous foreplay hadn't been enough to have him hard enough to cut diamond, looking his fill at his new lover certainly would do the trick.
As tempting as it was to put his hands and mouth all over the vision of flesh before him, Hawke made a mental note to do just that later - now was for gently stroking Bucky's flushed cheek, offering a soft smile of reassurance, then placing his warm fingers beneath Bucky's right bicep, murmuring, "Turn around. Hands on the counter."
He leaned close, lips trailing over Bucky's neck as he urged him around, adding in a warm, soft whisper, "...just relax, love. And trust me."
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Date: 2024-06-06 02:33 am (UTC)Those desires both rile him up and calm him down all at the same time. A good thing for right now, as he does what Rowen says, turning around and placing his hands on the counter. It's only now that he realizes the dent he made, but it doesn't even bother him. How can it, when he's fill of anticipation of what's to come? Anticipation and nerves.
He breathes out, turning his head a little to look at Rowen. "I trust you." And so he tries to relax.
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Date: 2024-06-06 02:45 am (UTC)Bucky obliged, turning around, and Hawke moved forward just enough, enough to press firmly against his back, sighing when flesh at last met flesh. Warm, smooth, supple. Again reminding himself to take his time, to go slow, Hawke coiled strong arms around Bucky's waist, flattening his palms to the corded abdomen and sliding them up and down, memorizing the pattern of muscle that twitched beneath his touch.
And though he burned to bury his cock deep into slick, wet heat, Hawke instead rolled his hips slowly but steadily against Bucky's backside, sliding the eager shaft along the cleft between Bucky's legs, promissory of what was to come in but moments. Hawke then slipped a hand down Bucky's torso, again taking him in hand and coaxing his legs a bit further apart, groaning when his slick length edged into the widening valley between the soldier's thighs.
Mouth at Bucky's pulse, Hawke teased the pebbled skin with his teeth, unable to stifle a lustful moan as he whispered beneath Bucky's ear. "I've dreamt of this...having you like this... Dreamt it so many times." Those teeth caught Bucky's earlobe, tongue soothing the minute sting. "Was that wicked of me?"
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Date: 2024-06-07 12:21 am (UTC)He only tenses when he feels that eager cock sliding along his backside, but he meets Rowen's eyes again and calms down. He can do this. He wants to do it. His heart is beating so hard because he's eager for it too. So he spreads his legs a little more, letting his body relax enough to groan softly when he feels Rowen press himself closer along his ass, all these new sensations lighting him up from the inside.
His eyes close when Rowen teases at his neck, breath hitching quietly at those words. "Maybe it is- but I've thought about it too," he has to admit, but Bucky knows wicked, and this isn't it. There's no way it can be when it feels this good- this all encompassing.
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Date: 2024-06-09 09:53 pm (UTC)"Have you?" he murmured after a minute or so, tip of his tongue toying with the earlobe beneath his mouth, casually drawing it between his lips for a languid suck and giving his hips a firmer thrust at the same time. A low moan slithered out of Hawke's mouth when he felt tight heat from the virgin cleft surround his cock, already imagining himself sheathed deep and wet, but...soon.
Soon enough to finagle his discarded trousers over with his toes, bending away only to dig in a pocket for one of the items he never went anywhere without. Saliva was an acceptable substitute in a pinch, but years of traveling experience that it was always better to be prepared for any eventuality, therefore the small bottle of slightly-fragrant oil had always been a necessity in his list of essentials. And while he hadn't come over tonight expecting this, it had simply been habit to slip the small vial into his pocket.
Uncapping it with his teeth - reluctant to remove both of his hands from Bucky's body - Hawke manages to coat most of his right hand in the stuff before releasing the bottle and slipping that glistening hand down between him and Bucky, releasing a guttural moan when he takes himself in hand and lubricates his own cock, then boldly slid those slick fingers between Bucky's firm cheeks, stroking long and languid.
He set his teeth over Bucky's hammering pulse once more, just as his index finger penetrated the tight, tight ring of muscle, sinking inside only to the first knuckle and resting there, the head of his cock nestled sweet and slick beneath his hand, the swollen head pressed snug against the heavy sac between the soldier's legs.
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Date: 2024-06-10 11:56 pm (UTC)"Mmm..." It's all he can respond to that question, because Rowen must know it's true. He's been thinking about this too. It's hard not to.
It's unexpected when Rowen grabs the small bottle, but he'll be grateful for it, especially because he's never done this before. He turns his head to watch as much as he can, letting out a soft groan when he sees Rowen stroking himself, getting himself nice and wet for him. He knows he should be expecting those lubed up fingers as well, but it's such an odd feeling- so different from anything he remembers. He doesn't have to remember, though. This is all new and wonderful.
It's only when Rowen pushes a finger in that he hisses, tensing up a little, letting his head fall forward. "Ah...." He breathes out, then nods. "Just feels weird, but it's okay."
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