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."
Hawke held still, giving Bucky ample time to adjust. He knew it had to be strange, foreign, and altogether unsettling, but Bucky had begged for this, and Hawke was determined to make it memorable. He felt his beautiful soldier tense, then shiver, then exhale slowly, earning a series of soft, warm kisses up and down the length of his delectable throat, Hawke murmuring low praises in Bucky's ear as he very slowly began to press his finger a little deeper.
Just a little, then a little more, a little more, while his free hand snuck back to Bucky's cock, fondling the neglected shaft with due appreciation. His mouth still molesting Bucky's neck, Hawke very gently nipped at the pebbled skin beneath his lips while his hands did their magic both in front and behind.
"...tell me if it's too much," he managed to rasp behind Bucky's ear. Because the last thing he wanted to do was overwhelm his gorgeous lover, to push too far too fast. "You feel...magnificent," he added, voice a guttural purr. "I could spend all eternity with you, my darling, just exploring your body and making you shiver and moan for me...just for me..."
It really is weird, but okay- and he knows it'll be even better than that once he gets used to the feeling. As wonderful as Rowen is, he gives him time, and that relaxes him easily, because he knows he's in good hands. Hands that are gliding over his skin, curling around his cock.
He moans deeply, focusing on the feeling of that hand while Rowen pushes into him deeper, and eventually he gets himself to relax, when the strange sensation gets replaced with a more familiar one now. "It's not too much... it's good," he breathes out, wanting to feel just how much Rowen can manage. He doesn't know how in the world the other man can still be so eloquent with his words when he feels like he's coming apart.
"Just for you," is what he breathes out, when his hips rock back a little so he can take in more.
All of Bucky's responses told Hawke that he wanted more, so that's exactly what Hawke gave him. Slowly. Taking great care not to overstep, not to go too far too fast. And if it took all night, then Hawke was more than willing to stick it out. Bucky deserved it, deserved to be treated so tenderly, so gently.
Though it was a panting, needy mage that at last replaced his finger with his sorely neglected cock about half an hour later, gritting his teeth and choking down a strangled groan when he pressed forward, having done all that he could to prepare his lover for this first time. Hawke couldn't help it; he dropped his forehead to Bucky's right shoulder, shuddering with the exquisite effort of going slow.
But, Maker divine, it was worth it, feeling Bucky quiver all around him, the beautiful body before him giving its own shudder as Hawke's hips moved steadily forward, sinking deep into tight, hot flesh. Hawke bit his lip, actually tasting blood on his tongue, but it was an invisible pain compared to the rush of pleasure that coursed over and through him.
Bucky is quite amazed by Rowen's patience, really taking his time until his body is fully ready, and couldn't be more grateful. By the time Rowen pulls his fingers out, Bucky is aching for more, feeling open and as relaxed as anything. It turns him on even more, feeling Rowen shudder against him, knowing what it's from.
"I already miss you inside of me," Bucky breathes out, shifting back just a little, subconsciously trying to get closer to Rowen again. Even all the stretching doesn't prepare him for how it feels to have Rowen sink into him, though. His hands curl tightly into the dents on the counter, and he lets out a long, deep moan. He feels like he's being pushed apart and filled up all at the same time, and he never in all his life knew he needed this as badly as he does.
"Fuck.... Rowen," he gasps out, reaching back to grab at the other man with his real hand, wanting to hold on to him while he sinks into him. This is one of those things that thoroughly reminds him that he's still human, he can feel things, he belongs here in this world. He's allowed to have this now, and he's going to thoroughly enjoy ever moment of it, as he has been.
Bucky's breathless comment nearly punched Hawke right in the gut; he bit deeper into his lower lip to keep from just shoving his cock to the hilt, but Andraste's ass, it was an effort. The man before him was so ready, so eager to be loved, to be cared for...it was damn near humbling.
Not even his Fenris had ever been so willing, so blatantly accepting.
Both of them were tense against each other, muscles twitching and straining as they moved together. Hawke's hands gripped Bucky's hips, lightly guiding him as the mage sank deeper still, and he obligingly lowered his head for Bucky to curl his flesh hand behind his neck, painting Bucky's neck and throat with a warm loving tongue, eager kisses, and murmured praise when at last their bodies met yet again.
"...you're so tight," Hawke breathed, breath stirring the dark hair at the nape of Bucky's neck. "Maker, but you feel so divine..." He moved his hips in a slight, shallow rhythm, moaning low and long at the clench and drag of hot flesh gripping his buried cock. Hawke wrapped a warm hand again around Bucky's swollen cock, squeezing with the same rhythm, his large body rolling against Bucky's with every slow, sweet thrust.
"Fuck my hand," he whispered beneath Bucky's ear, licking at the lobe with a mischievous tongue. "...just like I'm fucking you now..."
Rowen has that right. Bucky is so ready, so open in every single way. It's a wonder to him really, how quickly and easy Rowen was able to get under his skin and into his heart. He didn't think he could ever find this again. Not after everything that had happened to him, and after losing the person he had loved more than anything. This is different, this is real, and it ties Bucky to everything he's got now.
It feels tight and incredible for him as well, and he breathes out slowly, leaning his head into those eager kisses against the skin onf his neck, his throat, anywhere he imagines Rowen can reach.
"Feels tight." Tighter than anything he's ever felt, but the stretch is so good. Getting better with each moment, the deeper Rowen sinks into him. When he sets up that rhythm, it draws another moan from Bucky, that warm hand back around his cock bringing on a whole new sensation.
All he can do is nod and start to rock his hips, fucking Rowen's hand with the same rhythm, letting himself rock back on Rowen's cock as well, easing him in deeper. "Oh, yes... oh god, that's good, Rowen."
They made a lewd scene, Hawke knew, but then they could have been naked down in the street, just like this, and he wouldn't have cared in the slightest. All that mattered was the naked man in front of him, moaning and moving so beautifully in his arms, head thrown back for Hawke's mouth to lave, to kiss, and hard, solid body responding to his in all the perfectly right ways.
There was no way this would be just a single interlude. Couldn't be. Hawke knew he was hooked, entangled with this gorgeous broken soldier, come what might and heaven help them both. The heat between them, the bond, it was far too real to be ignored and far too strong to be broken in any way easily.
Bucky willingly settled into their slow, languid rhythm, and Hawke kept it at the same easy pace, wanting to savor it, to climb the slope of pleasure together, and patiently. But even his patience had its limits, and with every moan out of Bucky's sweet mouth, every squeeze of those tight muscles around Hawke's aching cock, and every time Bucky's slick, thick cock slid across Hawke's heated palm, a bit more of that fortitude cracked away.
"We have all night, love," he heard himself purr at Bucky's thudding pulse. "We can do this over and over and over again...until it's finally enough." If it was ever enough.
Bucky doesn't care what kind of scene they'd make right now either. All he wants is to feel this. To keep it with him always, even long after they're done. But done doesn't seem so final. It can't be, he can feel that as well. They're connected by far more than just the physical, and it makes all of this feel better than anything.
Thing is, he knows this part is hard for him- getting to that final ending. It's why he needed something more than just Rowen's mouth, as expertly delicious as it was. He needs something intense, all encompassing, and as Rowen fucks him, that sensation slowly starts to build. So slowly.
"Harder," he tells Rowen when he can hear the lilt of slight impatience in Rowen's voice. It's alright, he feels it too. He wants to find release for the first time in far too long. "Fuck me harder."
That impassioned plea struck a chord somewhere deep in Hawke’s soul and, though Bucky couldn’t see it, once more his blue eyes flamed a bright orange-gold, triggered by the heightened desire raging beneath his skin. All for this man.
All for Bucky Barnes.
So Hawke gave him his wish, setting his feet firmly, placing his free hand in the middle of Bucky’s back and abruptly shoving him over the counter. His hips jerked forward at the same time, sending him all the way into his needy lover and making him groan between clenched teeth.
But it was what Bucky wanted - what they both wanted, in truth. Son Hawke obliged, pumping his hips faster, harder, panting softly with each forceful thrust, the sound of their bodies slapping together loud in the sparse kitchen.
Bucky grabs at a different side of the counter when he's pressed down against it, seeing sparks as Rowen thrusts into him completely. It makes him cry out, head dropping down, letting the sensation run through his entire body. There's pain, but it's so deliciously mixed with all this pleasure. It's exactly the kind of feeling Bucky needs.
Their sounds fill the room- groans and grunts, Bucky moaning louder when it feels like Rowen can't get any deeper, but then somehow he does. One of those intense thrusts sends a cascade of pleasure down his spine unlike anything he's ever felt before, and it leaves him nearly breathless while sending him hurtling toward an orgasm. It's almost so intense that his body doesn't let him, but Rowen doesn't ease up, and that driving force is what pushes him over the edge.
He cries out Rowen's name, the countertop cracking slightly under him as he comes, tightening around Rowen's cock as his whole body tenses and releases hard.
Bucky was getting close; Hawke felt the tension mounting in his soldier's beautiful body. It only made him clench his teeth tighter and give him more, wanting to feel him fall completely apart, driven nearly mad with the pleasure. Shifting both of his hands back to Bucky's hips, fingertips digging in to dusky skin, Hawke pumped harder, faster, and deeper, sweat beginning to run down his temples, the back of his neck, and the line of his spine, warm against heated flesh.
Ten heartbeats later it hit, and the force of Bucky's climax lifted the mage behind him up on his toes, gasping for air to hear his lover calling for him in that cracked, broken voice, and Hawke dimly realized that sharper sound was the edge of the counter where Bucky's left hand gripped. The grip on his cock was strangling, and Hawke almost lost his rhythm with the effort to keep his footing, but by a miracle he managed, and not thirty seconds later he followed his lover over that edge, jerking and spasming as he too nearly turned inside out with the force of their shared pleasure.
Still shuddering, his heart hammering like a dwarven war drum, Hawke slumped enough to rest his forehead against Bucky's right shoulder, his chest heaving with his staggered breathing. The hard hands that had dug into Bucky's skin became soft, warm, and smooth, gently coursing up and over Bucky's torso, silently worshiping, caressing.
In this moment, all thoughts leave Bucky. Rowen's last thrust into him as he comes too, filling Bucky up so completely. His mind is absolutely clear as the intense pleasure Rowen gives him takes over, his whole body shuddering with it.
He doesn't even realize how he slumps over after that, trying to catch his breath. He's barely broken a sweat, but that doesn't mean he isn't feeling the same intensity as if he would be. For the moment, he's absolutely wiped out, and it's the most freeing, cathartic feeling in the world. Nothing exists but this.
When he comes back to himself, he can feel Rowen's soft touch along his torso, his breath against his shoulder, his heart beating hard against his back. He manages a small, sated smile, turning his head a little to nuzzle into the other man's appreciatively. "Wow."
Is that lame? Maybe. But it's the only word he can manage to put together right now.
The soft exclamation earned a chuckle from the back of Bucky's neck, and Hawke at last summoned the strength to straighten, very gingerly pull out and away, only to wet a nearby soft dishtowel - clean, by the look and scent of it - and very gently wipe down the both of them.
Hawke tended himself quickly so that he might linger in taking care of his lover, stroking the cool, damp cloth down Bucky's back before dipping lower, soft, slow strokes more interested in caressing than cleaning.
"Indeed," he finally replied, a crooked smile curving his mouth. "That sums it up quite succinctly, I'd say." But he paused then, a moue of concern overtaking his expression. "...I didn't hurt you, did I?"
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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."
a day off, at last! 🙌
Date: 2024-06-13 08:28 pm (UTC)Just a little, then a little more, a little more, while his free hand snuck back to Bucky's cock, fondling the neglected shaft with due appreciation. His mouth still molesting Bucky's neck, Hawke very gently nipped at the pebbled skin beneath his lips while his hands did their magic both in front and behind.
"...tell me if it's too much," he managed to rasp behind Bucky's ear. Because the last thing he wanted to do was overwhelm his gorgeous lover, to push too far too fast. "You feel...magnificent," he added, voice a guttural purr. "I could spend all eternity with you, my darling, just exploring your body and making you shiver and moan for me...just for me..."
yay that's great!
Date: 2024-06-14 12:51 am (UTC)He moans deeply, focusing on the feeling of that hand while Rowen pushes into him deeper, and eventually he gets himself to relax, when the strange sensation gets replaced with a more familiar one now. "It's not too much... it's good," he breathes out, wanting to feel just how much Rowen can manage. He doesn't know how in the world the other man can still be so eloquent with his words when he feels like he's coming apart.
"Just for you," is what he breathes out, when his hips rock back a little so he can take in more.
and now the weekend, thank goodness~
Date: 2024-06-15 01:28 am (UTC)Though it was a panting, needy mage that at last replaced his finger with his sorely neglected cock about half an hour later, gritting his teeth and choking down a strangled groan when he pressed forward, having done all that he could to prepare his lover for this first time. Hawke couldn't help it; he dropped his forehead to Bucky's right shoulder, shuddering with the exquisite effort of going slow.
But, Maker divine, it was worth it, feeling Bucky quiver all around him, the beautiful body before him giving its own shudder as Hawke's hips moved steadily forward, sinking deep into tight, hot flesh. Hawke bit his lip, actually tasting blood on his tongue, but it was an invisible pain compared to the rush of pleasure that coursed over and through him.
omg yes. this week was SO long.
Date: 2024-06-15 11:09 pm (UTC)"I already miss you inside of me," Bucky breathes out, shifting back just a little, subconsciously trying to get closer to Rowen again. Even all the stretching doesn't prepare him for how it feels to have Rowen sink into him, though. His hands curl tightly into the dents on the counter, and he lets out a long, deep moan. He feels like he's being pushed apart and filled up all at the same time, and he never in all his life knew he needed this as badly as he does.
"Fuck.... Rowen," he gasps out, reaching back to grab at the other man with his real hand, wanting to hold on to him while he sinks into him. This is one of those things that thoroughly reminds him that he's still human, he can feel things, he belongs here in this world. He's allowed to have this now, and he's going to thoroughly enjoy ever moment of it, as he has been.
wasn't it just. but hopefully we can chill for a couple days!
Date: 2024-06-15 11:27 pm (UTC)Not even his Fenris had ever been so willing, so blatantly accepting.
Both of them were tense against each other, muscles twitching and straining as they moved together. Hawke's hands gripped Bucky's hips, lightly guiding him as the mage sank deeper still, and he obligingly lowered his head for Bucky to curl his flesh hand behind his neck, painting Bucky's neck and throat with a warm loving tongue, eager kisses, and murmured praise when at last their bodies met yet again.
"...you're so tight," Hawke breathed, breath stirring the dark hair at the nape of Bucky's neck. "Maker, but you feel so divine..." He moved his hips in a slight, shallow rhythm, moaning low and long at the clench and drag of hot flesh gripping his buried cock. Hawke wrapped a warm hand again around Bucky's swollen cock, squeezing with the same rhythm, his large body rolling against Bucky's with every slow, sweet thrust.
"Fuck my hand," he whispered beneath Bucky's ear, licking at the lobe with a mischievous tongue. "...just like I'm fucking you now..."
Rejoice! :D
Date: 2024-06-16 01:06 am (UTC)It feels tight and incredible for him as well, and he breathes out slowly, leaning his head into those eager kisses against the skin onf his neck, his throat, anywhere he imagines Rowen can reach.
"Feels tight." Tighter than anything he's ever felt, but the stretch is so good. Getting better with each moment, the deeper Rowen sinks into him. When he sets up that rhythm, it draws another moan from Bucky, that warm hand back around his cock bringing on a whole new sensation.
All he can do is nod and start to rock his hips, fucking Rowen's hand with the same rhythm, letting himself rock back on Rowen's cock as well, easing him in deeper. "Oh, yes... oh god, that's good, Rowen."
Huzzah!
Date: 2024-06-16 01:20 am (UTC)There was no way this would be just a single interlude. Couldn't be. Hawke knew he was hooked, entangled with this gorgeous broken soldier, come what might and heaven help them both. The heat between them, the bond, it was far too real to be ignored and far too strong to be broken in any way easily.
Bucky willingly settled into their slow, languid rhythm, and Hawke kept it at the same easy pace, wanting to savor it, to climb the slope of pleasure together, and patiently. But even his patience had its limits, and with every moan out of Bucky's sweet mouth, every squeeze of those tight muscles around Hawke's aching cock, and every time Bucky's slick, thick cock slid across Hawke's heated palm, a bit more of that fortitude cracked away.
"We have all night, love," he heard himself purr at Bucky's thudding pulse. "We can do this over and over and over again...until it's finally enough." If it was ever enough.
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Date: 2024-06-16 02:15 am (UTC)Thing is, he knows this part is hard for him- getting to that final ending. It's why he needed something more than just Rowen's mouth, as expertly delicious as it was. He needs something intense, all encompassing, and as Rowen fucks him, that sensation slowly starts to build. So slowly.
"Harder," he tells Rowen when he can hear the lilt of slight impatience in Rowen's voice. It's alright, he feels it too. He wants to find release for the first time in far too long. "Fuck me harder."
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Date: 2024-06-16 03:43 pm (UTC)All for Bucky Barnes.
So Hawke gave him his wish, setting his feet firmly, placing his free hand in the middle of Bucky’s back and abruptly shoving him over the counter. His hips jerked forward at the same time, sending him all the way into his needy lover and making him groan between clenched teeth.
But it was what Bucky wanted - what they both wanted, in truth. Son Hawke obliged, pumping his hips faster, harder, panting softly with each forceful thrust, the sound of their bodies slapping together loud in the sparse kitchen.
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Date: 2024-06-16 04:06 pm (UTC)Their sounds fill the room- groans and grunts, Bucky moaning louder when it feels like Rowen can't get any deeper, but then somehow he does. One of those intense thrusts sends a cascade of pleasure down his spine unlike anything he's ever felt before, and it leaves him nearly breathless while sending him hurtling toward an orgasm. It's almost so intense that his body doesn't let him, but Rowen doesn't ease up, and that driving force is what pushes him over the edge.
He cries out Rowen's name, the countertop cracking slightly under him as he comes, tightening around Rowen's cock as his whole body tenses and releases hard.
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Date: 2024-06-16 04:35 pm (UTC)Ten heartbeats later it hit, and the force of Bucky's climax lifted the mage behind him up on his toes, gasping for air to hear his lover calling for him in that cracked, broken voice, and Hawke dimly realized that sharper sound was the edge of the counter where Bucky's left hand gripped. The grip on his cock was strangling, and Hawke almost lost his rhythm with the effort to keep his footing, but by a miracle he managed, and not thirty seconds later he followed his lover over that edge, jerking and spasming as he too nearly turned inside out with the force of their shared pleasure.
Still shuddering, his heart hammering like a dwarven war drum, Hawke slumped enough to rest his forehead against Bucky's right shoulder, his chest heaving with his staggered breathing. The hard hands that had dug into Bucky's skin became soft, warm, and smooth, gently coursing up and over Bucky's torso, silently worshiping, caressing.
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Date: 2024-06-16 04:47 pm (UTC)He doesn't even realize how he slumps over after that, trying to catch his breath. He's barely broken a sweat, but that doesn't mean he isn't feeling the same intensity as if he would be. For the moment, he's absolutely wiped out, and it's the most freeing, cathartic feeling in the world. Nothing exists but this.
When he comes back to himself, he can feel Rowen's soft touch along his torso, his breath against his shoulder, his heart beating hard against his back. He manages a small, sated smile, turning his head a little to nuzzle into the other man's appreciatively. "Wow."
Is that lame? Maybe. But it's the only word he can manage to put together right now.
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Date: 2024-06-16 04:54 pm (UTC)Hawke tended himself quickly so that he might linger in taking care of his lover, stroking the cool, damp cloth down Bucky's back before dipping lower, soft, slow strokes more interested in caressing than cleaning.
"Indeed," he finally replied, a crooked smile curving his mouth. "That sums it up quite succinctly, I'd say." But he paused then, a moue of concern overtaking his expression. "...I didn't hurt you, did I?"
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From:maaaaaan, this heat is gonna kill meeeeeee /melts
From:oh man, me too. i am laying here trying not to move a single muscle it's so hot D:
From:ditto. ac is chugging full blast, along with three fans. ugh weather is brutal
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