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Tony collapsed into Bucky's arms dramatically as soon as Sam's car was fully out of sight. "I'm gonna need you to fuck me about it, stat."
"What if I wanna suck you about it instead?" said Bucky, hoisting Tony up and making sure everything was locked up behind them, easily holding a grown-ass man with one hand under his ass.
Tony was big enough to admit to himself that was pretty hot.
"I suppose I can get with that program, as long as it gets to be mutual," he agreed.
"One at a time, though," Bucky negotiated, squeezing Tony's ass with both hands as JARVIS opened the elevator door for them. "I wanna concentrate."
"That's fair," said Tony, shifting so he could press his rapidly-hardening cock against Bucky.
Bucky responded by pulling Tony closer and squeezing his ass, kissing him with wicked intent as the elevator descended. Tony purred into the kiss; he was starting to really appreciate how much Bucky liked his assets.
Bucky didn't even bother to break the kiss, carrying Tony with a confident strut from elevator to bed. Tony was fully hard by the time he bounced on his back in the bed, sprawling in as sultry a pose as he could manage. His arms were loose overhead, legs spread, and cock pressing up against the pajamas that were all he'd bothered to wear for this particular goodbye.
Bucky peeled him out of those efficiently, crowding into his space and kissing whatever skin was in range of those luscious lips. Tony let it wind him up, breath shallow and panting, heartbeat speeding up to match. His whole body shivered in anticipation, feeling surprisingly pent up despite it only having been two days since they got frisky.
Bucky had spoiled him.
Bucky's mouth found its way down to where they both were eager to have it, first lapping at the wet head of Tony's cock, and when had that happened, that he was so hard and wanting for it. Tony was so focused on Bucky that he'd lost track of his own mounting desire, but now it came rushing back with the caress of Bucky's tongue on his shaft, his balls, and a little tease back behind them. Tony whimpered and Bucky slid upward again, one long glide from taint to tip.
He whimpered again for good measure.
Bucky's mouth was hot and wet and so, so good, every time like a revelation as he took Tony down to the hilt with no apparent effort. Heat and tongue and suction and sensation took over Tony's brain, taking it offline for anything but formless sounds of pleasure. Tony writhed, and this time Bucky didn't bother to restrain his juddering hips, just taking each little thrust and wiggle as it came.
It took embarrassingly little time for Tony to be the one coming, sparks washing all through his body as he shuddered out his pleasure into Bucky's mouth.
"I. You. That," panted Tony, trying to find some words for how good it had been to just let go.
Bucky grinned his way up for a kiss, tasting of musk and come, not Tony's favorite flavor except when it was. "Just let it reboot, kitten."
"Not," Tony panted out a little huff that was distressingly kittenish.
"Sure," said Bucky, clearly disagreeing. Tony wrinkled his nose and pulled Bucky down for more kisses instead of arguing.
Tony kissed him for a good long time, long enough for Bucky's cock to leave trails of precome on him and a fine tension to run through Bucky's strong body.
"Not kitten," said Tony, once he finally relented and pushed Bucky onto his back. "My turn."
"Fuck yeah," agreed Bucky, clearly willing to agree to anything, as wound up as he was.
Tony chose not to take advantage, kissing over his stomach and hips before going straight for Bucky's cock. The tease of kisses and hands had been enough to get Bucky halfway there already, and his cock was hard and wet, the foreskin peeled back and the shaft a thick weight in Tony's hand and on his tongue.
Tony made a yummy noise and dove in deeper, taking him as best he could, which was already better than he'd done that first time. Practice made perfect and Tony wanted to be a very good lover for his super soldier. Soldiers, maybe, soon, though if Steve was as big as advertised he'd need a lot more practice.
Bucky whined softly, his noises always quiet but that only made Tony listen harder, pay attention to every tremor and twitch. He used lips and tongue, fingers and suction, every trick he had to get Bucky off now that the tease was over.
It wouldn't do for him to be the only one quick on the trigger today, after all.
His own libido was perking up a bit at the feeling of Bucky in his mouth, the familiar taste and sound of Bucky's pleasure, the sight of Bucky's flushed, needy face. Tony ignored it in favor of getting his lover off fast and hard, using a few little dirty tricks to accomplish this and feeling very smug when Bucky shouted, once, as he came.
After he swallowed, Tony wiped his face and came up for more kisses. "Missed this," he said.
Bucky nodded, then smirked. "Won't hafta miss it when Steve's here by himself."
Tony laughed, low and sexy, and snuggled up into the afterglow. "No, no we will not."