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Re: FILL: Bucky/Steve, pre-serum, cross-dressing (part 3/3)
(Anonymous) 2019-01-04 07:22 am (UTC)(link)Steve reaches for the first of the buttons down the front of his dress and Bucky stills, touching his hands and looking pleadingly up at him. He stops, because he’s confused but also because something on his partner’s face looks apprehensive. Bucky works his jaw and takes a fortifying breath.
“Have you ever done this before?”
Now Steve finds himself getting nervous too. All the way home it seemed like a big joke. They’d chased each other down the streets, stealing forbidden touches the moment no one was looking and exchanging daring looks. He doesn’t want to lose that, but Bucky asked him and he can hardly lie after what was plainly his first kiss.
“I’ve touched myself.” he deflects. Now he’s nervous. Pitifully he wishes Bucky hadn’t asked. It was more fun when they weren’t thinking so much.
“But not...you know.”
Steve drops his hands to the ripples of cotton and silky underskirt.
“No.” he admits, although really Bucky ought to know. Not a lot of people want to date a shrimp like him.
“Me neither.” Bucky says, and that surprises him. He’s always been popular with the ladies, Steve sort of assumed he’d gotten into a situation or two. His partner’s hands stroke up his forearms and back down to hold his hands, and he wonders if it’s a good thing or a bad thing that neither of them know what they’re doing.
The weight of their hands compresses the folds of the fabric onto his harness, and his hips twitch at the tantalizing pressure. Bucky notices, he can’t not with Steve sitting on him like this, with their hands inches away from where his cock is hidden, smothered in softness and pretty blue flower print. The heels dig into his feet but he doesn’t try to take them off, he’s too distracted by the wide eyed stare Bucky gives him as he gives into temptation and thrusts again.
“Steve–” Bucky gasps, and heat engulfs his face at the lush sound, the adoring look.
“Shh.”
He lets his eyes slide closed and shifts lower on his partner’s lap until he feels a matching firmness under his own. Their hands hold each other tight as he dares to repeat the motion, only this time with undeniable intention, with the express goal of pleasuring himself with the friction of another man. But it’s not just another man, it’s not like they make it sound in the newsreels. It’s Bucky, a man who he loves, who takes care of him and saves him from his own stupid decision. They’ve spent their entire lives together, so why should it be so wrong to share this too?
All the same his hips stay stock still, his heart racing as he wills himself to take the leap, to commit to giving Bucky something he can only give once. He thrusts, clumsy and awkward, off target and barely more than a tease but Bucky gasps all the same. Callused hands wander up his arms, his shoulders, down his chest and perhaps accidentally over the hidden nubs of his nipples. It lights his skin with more of that inexplicable yearning, and he worries that he’s doing this all wrong too.
No one explained this stuff to him, he just heard it in whispers from the boys at school and from dirty drawings left on the dividers of bathroom stalls. All he knows is that Bucky’s kiss at the pool hall made his pulse beat like a combustion engine, and now he wants the comfort of that feeling to ease the fear of the unfamiliar. He lowers himself onto Bucky’s chest and lines up their mouths in another tentative kiss that quickly turns deep and searching.
Bucky’s arousal is so hot and hard against his stomach, and with the addition of his body weight the pressure turns intoxicating, maddening. Warm lips capture his and it isn’t the tentative brush of earlier, it’s devouring, a claiming. Strong hands grip his hips and hold him steady as Bucky rocks, dragging their trapped bulges slowly, agonizingly slowly across each other. It’s not enough, not nearly enough and he groans in frustration.
Pressing hard, he attempts to mimic the motion but Bucky holds him steady, his hands so tight and so unfairly strong that he can’t fight it, has to sit there and take the relentless teasing while Bucky sucks and licks at his lips until he opens up and discovers what french kissing is. Which is filthy, completely sinful and so good.
With each flick of tongue and gentle nibble of teeth his grows harder and harder until there’s no denying his masculinity regardless of what he’s wearing. Lipstick is smeared indecently over Bucky’s lips and he looks utter debauched, gorgeous and sex drunk. Sliding his feet up for more leverage he grinds their hips, forcing their lengths together with firm hands on Steve’s ass. He can’t quite meet his eyes because Bucky’s staring at his lips, and if they look anything like his own then Steve can’t blame him.
With a deep groan, Bucky rolls them over so he’s kneeling on the bed and Steve is suddenly splayed open, his legs spread and skirt slipping down into a pool over his groin. Although nothing had really changed, his legs were always wide, his cock hard and tenting the mound of fabric, he feels exposed.
Bucky’s molten stare steals his breathe and for some reason he finds himself spreading wider, wrapping his legs around Bucky’s back and watching as he rips his suit off on layer at a time.
First the jacket, then the shirt and slacks. He’s seen this body a thousand times, at swimming pools and sleepovers and bath time as children, but this is wildly different. His cock twitches at the power of his build, at his trim waste and hard, rust colored nipples.
Once again Steve’s hands wander to the line of button on the front of his dress and Bucky bats them away.
“You’re so beautiful, baby.” he groans, stroking himself. Steve’s cock aches at the sight, at the knowledge that Bucky’s hard for him, from the way he looks and their shared touches. “Do you mind keeping your dress on?”
It’s confusing, this middle ground. He’s Steve and his lover is Bucky, but his lashed flutter shut in embarrassment like he’s Stephanie, his cheeks stained red as his heartbeat hammers in his ears from inexplicably shyness.
“N-no.” he stutters. Bucky groans again, laying down on top of him and rubbing so sweetly. His fingers play at the lacy hem of the dress, dancing up and down Steve’s stocking-covered thigh in a way that makes his whole body shiver.
“Please.” Steve begs, unsure what exactly he’s asking for until Bucky’s fingers finally, finally slip under the fabric and up the throbbing line of his cock. Travelling up in the most agonizing, slow slide, he strokes his cock where it’s straining against the tight press of the pantyhose. Bucky’s fingers are hypnotic, and it’s everything Steve can do to whine and grind in time with his strokes.
He’s never felt anything like this before, the tight press of the stockings and the heat of their bodies trapped in all the layers. The look of absolute adoration on Bucky’s face as he decides to stop teasing and slip his hands under the oppressive compression of the hose. The white-out pleasure of his hand finally, finally touching skin to skin and circling his cockhead in a tight, amazing heat.
“Oh, please, oh, oh, god, Bucky, please–”
“Want more?” Bucky asks, with a strange expression. Something between thoughtful and apprehensive.
“Mmmm please, please.” he moans, and gasps loud when his partner follows suit, forming a tight ring with his fingers and jerking him hard and slow. “Oh, yes, yes, yes, Buck–”
“Christ, the way you look.” Bucky groans, ripping down the pantyhose as fast as he can and gripping them both in one tight hold. Jerking fast and fucking, he rubs their cocks together even as his fingers squeeze and stroke and rip cries of pleasure from his mouth.
His fingers dig into the meat of Bucky’s thighs as his hand and cock drive them higher and higher, his pitchy moans mixing with his partner’s low groans as they get closer and closer. Bucky’s thrusts turn desperate although it’s only been a minute, and his free hand comes to rest of Steve’s chest for support, presses him down into the mattress with delicious force so there’s nothing Steve can do but take it and writh, moan, beg for more. Bucky comes, so suddenly and driving with even more urgency as if he could possibly claim anymore of Steve then he already has.
His release paints wet streaks on the pantyhose and the silky under layers of the dress. Although he can’t see it, the thought that it’s there that he made Bucky put it there undoes him. He’s not fully himself after that, what small semblance of shame he had left evaporates and leaves him a shameless, undulating pool of need and hunger. A hot tongue plunders his mouth and no sooner has he welcomed it then it’s gone, along with Bucky’s weight and he nearly cries from the loss.
“Come back.” he whimpers, too far gone to even feel ashamed of the pathetic noise.
“I’m not going anywhere.” Bucky whispers, petting Steve’s belly, his chest, thumbing blindly over the jumper until he finds his nipples and rubs. He’s never done that to himself, so it’s a stirring, strange sensation. Foreign but pleasurable. Wonderful. His cock positively burns as flickers of lightning dance down his stomach.
His cock is so hard it hurts, swollen and heavy between his legs in a way he’s never felt before, but Bucky is too busy to stroke it. He’s fumbling with the laces of the heels and slipping them off his feet. It’s a relief, he hadn’t noticed how confining they were until they were gone. With a slide of tightness the pantyhose he’s summarily stripped of the pantyhose as well, and in his current state the bareness is a balm.
“Spread your legs, babydoll, lemme see you.”
Before he’s even processed the request he’s already obeyed, opening wide and forgetting to be ashamed until it’s too late, until Bucky’s lifting up his skirt and pushing it up and finally revealing his cock inch by inch. He’s so close to the edge that the feather-light drag of the cotton makes him yelp and writh, his back arching so far that it leaves the mattress.
“Oh baby, baby, baby, look at you. Your cock is so hard for me.”
“Please–”
“Do you want to come? I think you’re ready to come.”
“C’mon, Buck, c’mon.”
“Alright, alright. Calm down.” Bucky teases, and shimmies down the bed.
What little thought was left in Steve’s head freezes as he wraps two fingers around the base and licks his lips.
“What are you–” he starts. The question devolves into an indecently loud cry as wet, smoldering heat envelopes him. He’s never felt anything like it, and the ecstasy, the pure shock of having a mouth Bucky’s mouth wrapped around him and sucking sends him over the edge.
Bucky chokes, surprised, but it’s too late to stop. He sits up, his face scrunched in distaste as white ropes cover Steve’s belly, his slip, the front of the dress. Shame creeps up his neck, and to his horror it only intensifies his orgasm, the niggling satisfaction of being bad, of breaking rules and doing something categorically wrong. It all morphs into a heavy, dark satisfaction that has him coming like he’s never come before.
And once it’s over he looks at Bucky, and finds him wiping his mouth on the sheets.
“S-sorry.” he mumbles, suddenly cold, ashamed. He looks down at the ruins of his blue dress and feels perverse. And then Bucky smiles, leaning over and slotting their mouths together for one last kiss. It tastes foul.
“Ew.”
“Yeah.” Bucky laughs. “Guess we both learned something today.”
“I’m so sorry.” Steve swears, rolling on his side and hiding his face in his elbow. His partner follows him, fitting his larger body around his and holding him close. One button at a time, Bucky opens the front of the dress and helps him out, tossing it on the floor and pulling the blanket over them both.
“It’s okay, it’s okay. You were so sexy, don’t worry about it.” Bucky says, his warm hands massaging up and down Steve’s chest and holding him close. The press of lips on the back of his neck is yet another new sensation, one he instantly loves. His whole body melts into the muscular body behind him, safe and content.
As they drift off into a welcome afternoon nap, he supposes there is a silver lining. Because now that Bucky’s ruined his favorite dress, Steve won’t feel guilty at all asking for a new one. A really, really pretty and expensive one that billows big and wild when they dance.
Re: FILL: Bucky/Steve, pre-serum, cross-dressing (part 3/3)
(Anonymous) 2019-01-07 06:24 pm (UTC)(link)And the internalized homophobia was there, sure, but so clearly not something that comes from Steve, because it’s so beautiful when he’s with Bucky, it’s not at all how people say it is, and oh, that Bucky goes down on him is such a great nod to him acknowledging and being attracted to Steve as a man, not just as a pretty dame in a pretty dress, it was the perfect way to end it!
God, this is everything I dreamed of and more! Any chance of it being on AO3 so K can bookmark the crap out if it? :D
Re: FILL: Bucky/Steve, pre-serum, cross-dressing (part 3/3)
(Anonymous) 2019-01-08 09:42 pm (UTC)(link)Re: FILL: Bucky/Steve, pre-serum, cross-dressing (part 3/3)
(Anonymous) 2019-01-11 05:55 pm (UTC)(link)Re: FILL: Bucky/Steve, pre-serum, cross-dressing (part 3/3)
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