holy shit look what I just found in my WIP folder
Contains: zero plot, zero trash, zero non-porn content, just two unexpected pages of horny super-soldiers going at it. I think it was gearing up to be a Steve/Bucky marathon fuck-fest, but I must’ve run out of steam before they did.
Steve’s flushed and panting by the time they make it back home, and he never did fix his helmet hair, so it’s sticking up in all directions. The instant the front door closes behind them, Bucky grabs a handful of Steve’s hair and pins him up against the wall. They’re already kissing by then, deep and frantic, and the moan Steve lets out into Bucky’s mouth when his ass hits the wall, the full-body squirm… Bucky’s starting to think they should do this every mission.
“Okay, new rule,” Steve says as soon as he can draw breath. “Not during missions.”
Bucky pouts. He’s good at pouting. “Steve. This is some of the best sex we’ve had in recent memory, and we don’t even have our clothes off yet.”
“There were cameras,” Steve groans. “If my uniform didn’t have a cup, they would all have seen–and speaking of which, you know I had to jerk off while I was suiting up? Otherwise I would never have gotten soft enough to fit in my uniform.”
“Well then,” Bucky says, and grinds his hips into Steve’s just to watch him moan and squirm some more. “Captain America needs to get his uniform resized to accomodate his massive cock.”
“No, Captain America needs to not go out in the field with a…” Steve’s blushing. “Damn it, Bucky, you saw that thing knock me flat on my butt. Do you have any idea what that felt like?”