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Candle lit
Bucky was sitting on the couch, sucked into a Star Wars marathon, when Steve was sitting next to him and putting a large box in his lap. He looked over at Steve, pausing his movie and looking back down at the slightly heavy box in his lap.
"What's this?" he asked.
"Well, last year you gave me all those fun coupons... so this year it's your turn to be spoiled every day of the month. And possibly have your sweet tooth sated." Steve said.
Bucky untied the ribbon around the box and opened the lid, gasping softly at the medium sized chocolate hearts, striped with red icing and sprinkled with tinier red and pink hearts.
"These look delicious. I don't... understand the coupon part though?" Bucky asked, lifting one of the chocolate hearts.
He heard something shift and shook it a little, discovering the hearts were hollow, and held something inside them.
"Bite into it." Steve said.
Bucky did as Steve said and Bucky made a startled noise as something fell out. Sprinkles covered his lap and he brushed them off before taking the little piece of paper from between his lips.
"So each little heart has a paper in it?" Bucky asked. Steve nodded, "I wrote down a bunch of your different things we do and, just like for my birthday, you get to pick one every day all month long."
"Starting now?" Bucky asked. Steve nodded again, and Bucky unfolded the little piece of paper.
"Candle lit." he said, his cheeks turning a rosy pink, "I- I like this one." he said, a sucker for the romantic mood candles always set.
Steve grinned, "Would you like to get started now or finish your movies?" he asked. Bucky kissed him softly.
"After dinner," he said. "Let's do something romantic."
Steve nodded and pulled Bucky close so he was now straddling Steve's lap, "Romantic, huh?" Steve asked, "Baby you're about to get so fucking spoiled tonight." He said, kissing softly down Bucky's throat.
Bucky mewled softly, his arms wrapping around Steve's neck, "I've created a monster haven't I?" He asked, head tipped back to give his husband more room.
Steve nodded, his nose tickling Bucky's skin, "Yes you have. A Bucky Barnes loving, husband spoiling monster."
Bucky laughed and brought his head down to meet Steve's wandering lips with his own. "I love you, too, monster."
They kissed sweetly for a while, soft sighs and moans captured by each other's mouths, bodies rocking lazily against the other. Bucky was about to say fuck dinner and beg Steve to take him now, but he wanted to wait. He wanted the tension to build. And if he was being honest with himself, he kind of wanted to be spoiled a little tonight.
He knew Steve would definitely deliver on that, but he had to pull himself away before they got to excited.
Bucky was panting and flushed as he backed away, sliding off of Steve's lap and cuddling up next to him instead. He could see Steve was as worked up as he was, but he had to ignore it.
No matter how enticing the large bulge in Steve's jeans looked.
"Wanna finish watching with me?" Bucky asked. Steve kissed his forehead and nodded, "Yeah, let's- let's finish watching." He replied, just as breathless as Bucky.
Bucky pressed play.
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Bucky knew Steve would go all out for dinner, but he hadn't expected this.
Bucky had been sent out after the marathon had ended earlier to be distracted by Natasha a few hours ago and was just getting home, and he froze walking back through the door.
Steve had a record playing of music Bucky could remember used to fill their apartment way back when.
Music they made love to countless times to mask their noises and keep nosy neighbors from interrupting them.
Bucky looked away from the record player, his eyes going to the table, where there sat a single red rose in a thin vase and candles lit on either side of it.
The lights were dimmed and a mouthwatering scent was coming from the kitchen. Bucky walked further into the room and saw Steve getting something out of the oven and placing it on the counter.
When Steve turned and saw Bucky, a large grin bloomed across his face. "Hey baby. You have fun with Tasha?"
Bucky nodded and walked over to get a kiss. "Hi sweetheart." Steve cooed.
"Dinner is done so why don't you take your cute self to the table and I'll bring this in there?"
Bucky nodded, "Okay, Stevie." He said, and did as told. Bucky's mouth was actually watering when Steve sat plates in front of them both. It looked so good!
Bucky actually moaned when he took his first bite, closing his eyes and savoring the flavor of the creamy tuscan chicken Steve had made.
"Steve, this is so fucking good. Where the hell did you learn to cook like this?" Bucky asked.
"I've been taking lessons from Sam to prepare for this. Is it really good?" Steve asked, blushing a little bit from Bucky's praise.
Bucky nodded and pointed to Steve's plate with his fork. "It is, baby. Try some!"
Steve picked up his fork and he smiled as he tried it and tasted the successful meal. "It is good. That's perfect. Oh! I got this, too." He said, standing and going back to the kitchen before returning with a bottle of wine in his hands.
"Mmm," Bucky hummed. Red wine was one of their favorites. While they couldn't get buzzed from it, they still very much enjoyed the flavor and how it paired with so many great meals.
Bucky gasped and almost inhaled his drink as he felt Steve's ankle wrapping around his, his foot moving back and forth across Bucky's skin. That little bit of contact had Bucky moaning softly. Steve grinned and they continued eating dinner.
As the night went on, the touches became more. Steve's foot on Bucky's ankle became Steve's hand on his thigh, his fingers stroking slowly up and down the sensitive inside of Bucky's leg. Their chairs scooted closer, their bodies leaned in over the corner of the table, they'd gazes locked longer and eyes grew darker.
Bucky felt tense enough to snap by the time they were through. Steve returned from taking the dishes to the sink, and Bucky barely had time to stand before Steve was leaning down around him and kissing Bucky like his life depended on it. Bucky moaned and raised his arms to wrap up around Steve's neck, gasping as he was turned and lifted up on to the table.
"Wait," Bucky said, and he turned to scoot the candles on either side of him down to either end of the table, a safe distance away from them and all his hair, before things could take a bad turn.
"Okay, continue," He said as he wrapped his thighs around Steve's hips and pulled Steve in closer as his hands tangled into Steve's hair.
Steve groaned as Bucky tugged and wrapped his arms tighter around Bucky's body. "God, I love you." Steve groaned into Bucky's neck.
Bucky tugged on Steve's hair to bring him back into a kiss and Steve began working their clothes off as they separated to breathe again.
He tugged Bucky's shirt up and off and watched his nipples tighten with arousal and the cool air hitting them. Bucky whimpered when Steve brushed his thumb over the one on the right.
Bucky arched his back, pushing his chest out towards Steve, "Suck them," Bucky begged. Steve groaned and immediately dipped his head, unable to deny Bucky what he wanted.
He laved his tongue over the left nipple, the tiny nub cold under his tongue but quickly warming up as he wrapped his lips around it.
Bucky's fingers tightened in Steve's hair again, holding Steve close to his chest and keening as Steve sucked and nipped at his nipples. He moved back and forth, until they were both red and swollen, littered with small bites that Steve was sad to know would fade by tomorrow morning.
Bucky pressed his hips up, his hard cock rubbing up against Steve's abs. His moans were hitting a higher pitch now, one that Steve wanted to make even louder as he began kissing down Bucky's abs, only to be stopped.
"Like this," Bucky begged, pulling Steve's he'd back to his chest, "Screw the bed, I want you right here. Just like this."
Steve gave his husband a dirty grin, "Yeah? Wanna rub off on me while I suck your pretty nipples?" Steve reached down and unbuttoned Bucky's jeans, freeing his cock from the stiff fabric and taking his own shirt off.
Bucky cried out louder as his bare, leaking cock rubbed against Steve's body and the hair covering it. The friction was heavenly to Bucky. He gasped as Steve's mouth found his nipples again, his cock jerking before he raised his hips again and rubbed against Steve's belly.
"Stevie! Oh, god, Stevie!" He moaned, his cock leaking all over Steve's skin.
"Yeah, baby, c'mon. Cum on me, sweetheart, then I'll open you up, get you nice and ready for me." Steve said, and Bucky could feel Steve's hard cock pressing against him.
Bucky moved his hips faster, his pleasure cresting, his body going tense as his orgasm got closer.
"Kiss me." He begged Steve, who happily obliged and kissed Bucky passionately. That was all it took. Bucky cried and moaned and gasped Steve's name, and Steve groaned as he caught all of Bucky's noises escaping between their gasping mouths. "So pretty, Buck, so sweet for me. God..." Steve gasped, his own hips moving faster now against Bucky's rolling body.
Bucky ran his hands up Steve's chest, stopping to pinch at his nipples and leaning down to lick at them as well, knowing Steve's were even more sensitive than his own were. "Cum, Stevie. Come on, baby. Wanna feel you cum against my ass." Bucky whispered.
Steve groaned and Bucky felt his hips stutter.
"Faster you cum Stevie the faster you can get inside me. Wanna get in me? Feel me wet and hot and tight around that big cock? Know you do, baby, so cum for me. And then you can get me in bed and fuck me so good just like you know how to." Bucky said, his hands moving all over Steve's body, finding all the sensitive spots he knew his husband had.
Steve finally came with a cry as Bucky squeezed at his ass and kissed the spots on his neck that drove Steve crazy. He held still and let Steve grind against him until he was panting against Bucky's chest.
When Steve finally looked up at him again, they both smiled.
"So, how long before round two?" Bucky asked. Steve snorted and kissed him, "You're insatiable."
"Like that's new information," Bucky chuckled. Steve joined him and for a moment their lips met again, slowly and wetly before becoming hotter and deeper once again. Steve scooted Bucky back on the table and walked away for a quick second to grab their hidden bottle of kitchen lube before running back to Bucky, who was lying back on his right elbow and stroking his cock with his metal hand as he watched Steve moving around.
"Gonna have to let me paint you like this one day, Buck. Strokin' that pretty cock nice and slow, gettin' it all wet and slick. Drive you crazy and make you wait til I was done before I'd let you cum. Maybe I'd even let you cum on the painting."
Bucky had to shut Steve up with a kiss before his mouth pushed Bucky over the edge. "Fuckin' filthy, Rogers."
Steve grinned, "You like me filthy." He replied, to which Bucky nodded. "I do. But I'd rather cum from your cock fucking me just right rather than your dirty words." Bucky said.
Steve kissed him quickly, "Lay back then, sweetheart, and hold those pretty thighs open for me."
Bucky groaned and did as told, gasping at the first touch of Steve's wet fingers on his hole.
"God..." Bucky groaned, in love with the feeling of that first stretch of Steve's long middle finger. Steve kissed up and down his neck as he began moving his finger slowly, taking his time. Bucky groaned as he knew Steve was going to drive him absolutely insane before he gave Bucky his cock.
Steve added a second finger and Bucky's back arched as they curled and immediately found Bucky's sweet spot to press in and rub on. Bucky's hands were beginning to slip as his body became slick with sweat.
Bucky felt so close to cumming. He needed to so badly! "Stevie, baby, I wanna cum. Pleeease, let me cum! Make me cum..." he begged, his voice starting to sound whiny.
Steve continued sucking on his pleasantly sore nipples and curling his fingers just right. "Steve come on! I want it!" Bucky begged.
"What, sweetheart? What does my good boy want?" Steve asked, and Jesus fuck if those words didn't get Bucky a thousand times closer to cumming than he already was!
"Your- your cock! I want- I need- fuck me, please!" Bucky begged again, his body shaking as it was overwhelmed with the amount of love and pleasure Steve was giving him.
Bucky had to scream as Steve's fingers left his body, and his cock quickly replaced them. Bucky gasped in one long breath of air as Steve's cock pressed in further and further, until Bucky wasn't breathing anymore and Steve was buried deep inside him.
"Goddamn, Buck." Steve gasped, his hips twitching a little as he resisted moving to let Bucky adjust.
Bucky had to lay there for a moment, let himself come out of the clouds before he nodded to Steve and begged him to start moving.
Steve did just that, thrusting slowly and rolling his body into Bucky, who was gasping and writhing on the table as Steve's cock dragged against his prostate with every thrust.
"Harder Steve, please! Harder! Deeper!" Bucky begged. Steve nodded, though Bucky didn't see him with his eyes squeezed shut. Steve grabbed Bucky's legs and put them over his shoulders, then crawled up and joined Bucky on the table.
Bucky moaned loudly as he was nearly folded in half, making Steve feel so much deeper as Steve started thrusting his hips again.
"Fuuuuck, yessss! Steve! Oh, god! Oh, god!" Bucky cried. Steve leaned down, folding Bucky further, and kissed him again. Bucky moaned and sucked on Steve's tongue as his husband fucked him on the table.
He'd never be able to sit here and enjoy another team dinner the same way again.
Steve's hand wrapping around his cock brought him out of those thoughts and shot him higher and higher. His body was going tight, his thighs shaking, his fingers scratched down Steve's shoulders and sides as his orgasm got closer.
"Steve-" he moaned, and Steve already knew. He bit a little harsher on Bucky's nipple, sending a sweetly painful little zing up his spine. "Cum, Bucky. I can feel how close you are, babydoll. You're squeezin' my cock so good, baby. My good boy."
"Steve!" Bucky moaned louder, feeling the heat and pleasure mix in his gut. That all too familiar feeling getting closer and sharper.
"Come on, sweetheart. Cum for me," Steve said, his deep voice nearly a growl as he thrust faster and squeezed Bucky's cock just the way he liked it.
It only took a handful of more thrusts before Bucky was gasping, in and in and deeper until he couldn't pull any more air into his lungs, cumming silently on Steve's cock as his orgasm took over his body. His toes curled tightly over Steve's shoulders, his thighs shook so hard he'd be surprised they didn't slip right off.
"Good boy, Buck. Such a good fucking boy for me." Steve grunted, burying his face against Bucky's neck as he thrust only a few more times before he came after, flooding Bucky's insides with his release before collapsing on top of him, gasping as he came down.
When he lifted his head, he saw Bucky smiling a dopey little smile up at him. He leaned down and kissed his husband softly all over his face, getting sweet little giggles from Bucky that Steve adored.
They lay there, lazily stroking each other until they knew they had to get up. They did so carefully, and Bucky was about to make a comment about how sturdy the table turned out to be after taking the weight of two fucking (pun intended) super-soldiers, when there was a loud creak from the wood. The couple turned back and watched as, with almost comedic timing, the table began leaning until it collapsed to pieces in the middle of their dining room floor.
Steve and Bucky looked at each other, and decided that the table would be a problem for tomorrow as they walked on shaking legs back to the bedroom.
They took a quick, cold shower to keep from getting worked up again, and as Bucky crawled into bed he smiled and hummed as he got comfortable.
"This is gonna be the best birthday ever." He said softly. Steve kissed his cheek as he spooned up behind him, "You deserve it, baby. I love you."
"I love you, too, Steve." Bucky replied.
He fell asleep quickly, leaving Steve a smiling mess behind him and wondering which lucky heart would be chosen tomorrow.