Self - Love: Night (Part Three)
Summary: Three little moments of Bucky’s self – love.
He opened the door like there was someone in the room that he could disturb. He entered slowly, dragging his feet along the carpet. He has had a long day, he was pretty tired. So tired to go to his room directly.
No dinner. No movie night.
He sit on the edge of the bed, sighing before putting his hands over his boots. The socks were next. His feet were finally free.
After that, he unbuckled the black belt and the holsters, putting them delicately on the floor. He gets up to undress his cargo pants, let it him only with boxers and the leather black jacket, which started to open.
Strap by strap. Button to button.
He throught it to the carpet next to the other parts of his suit and walked to the bathroom. He needed to clean himself, the smells and dust were disturbing him.
He let his fingers lower the underpants until they descended themselves to the floor. He opened the door of the shower, turn on the tap and moves it until he founds the perfect temperature.
He puts himself under the hot water, feeling his muscles slowly relaxing. Drops traveled over his whole body until they reach the drain.
He put a little of shampoo on his head, massaging the thick liquid with dedication into his scalp. Humming, he moved his fingers though the strands of his hair, untangling it.
Taking the soap with his metal hand, he started to clean his neck, sliding the bar down his broad shoulders, flesh arm, pecs, abs… until reaching his intimate parts.
He began to soap his balls, his soft cock. The up and down motion that started from being an innocent action was changing to a lustful one.
His member was growing harder and harder, leaking more and more precum that he used to pump faster.
His deep groans and the falling water were the only sound that someone could hear from that bathroom.
When he came, he really tried to contain his moans biting his lower lip, but the pleasant sensation were to much to handle. It was impossible for him to be silent. The orgasm hit him pretty hard.
He let his body fall until his forehead was on the tiles while his knees were wobbling
Ten minutes later he decided to get out. He took a towel and started to dry his body while walking in front of the mirror, where he couldn’t stop looking to every detail of his upper body.
After dropping the towel over the sink, he started to move his flesh hand over his skin, until it reached the scars where his metal arm starts. He sighed deeply, breaking the spell that connected his eyes to the mirror.
He opened one on the drawers, taking the shaver. His beard was growing very fast. When he finished cleaning his face, he ran his metal fingers through the jawline, softly, like if a little pressure could cut the vibranium. The cold of his prostetic is always nice, relieves the sensivity that his skin has after shaving.
A few seconds later, he came back to the bedroom, taking the grey shirt and pants that he has left over the bed that morning and introduced himself under the sheets.
He lied on his back, with his slightly damp hair doing a halo over the pillow.
Ohh, he was going to sleep so well.
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