The lock clicks within a fraction of a second of Bucky lifting his hand. Fancy. He pushes through the threshold and into the dark apartment. He flips on the lights as he shuts the door behind him, his eyes widening as the apartment comes into view. It’s modern - crisp - just like Steve. Every little thing in its place, not a speck of dirt or dust in sight. 

Bucky pushes his sunglasses to the top of his head as he moves further inside. He walks through the living room and glances out on the city below him as he lets out a breath. Double fancy. Six, eleven-by-seventeen pictures hang over the breakfast table, arranged in two lines, three pictures each. Bucky squints as he gazes over them, capturing a glimpse into their personal lives. 

The first is a picture of Sam and Steve, the Eiffel Tower behind them. The next is the two of them again, this time with a small green eyed redhead between them. The third is a graduation picture, a young man holding his high school diploma in his hands as he smiles widely between Sam, Steve, and a slightly older woman, “Midtown School of Science and Technology,” Bucky mumbles, “Hmm.”

His phone buzzes in his hand, Steve’s name flashing across the screen.

Make it okay?

Bucky smirks as he tucks his hair behind his ear and taps his response quickly.

Just got here. 

Good. I left you an envelope in the kitchen. Bedroom is the last door on the right… make yourself at home. I’ll text you on our way home. 

Oh, and eat something please :) takeout menus are in the kitchen, first drawer on the left

Bucky rolls his eyes playfully, Ok, dad.

I prefer Daddy… and thank you. Talk to you soon.

Bucky chuckles as he shoves his phone into his back pocket and moves into the kitchen. A white envelope sits leans against a small bowl full of different fruits, his name scrawled across it. He thumbs through the crisp one hundred dollar bills and finds two twenty dollar bills in the back with a small, yellow sticky note pressed to them. Dinner. 

He removes his dinner stipend, shoves the envelope in his back pocket, and pulls out the myriad of menus before traipsing into the living room and plopping down on the couch. Make himself at home he shall. 

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Bucky steps out of the shower, rubbing his head with a towel as he moves to the large bathroom mirror. He flicks his eyes toward the digital clock on the wall as it flashes ten thirty seven pm. He checks his phone and finds several texts from random men but none from Steve. He tosses it back to the counter and looks himself over quickly. He brushes his teeth, spritzes some cologne down his chest and runs his fingers through his hair, tucking some of it behind his ear and tossing some from the left side to the right. 

He moves back into the bedroom and throws his belongings back into the bag that lays open on the bed. He slips into a pair of black boxer briefs and pads towards the small, red tufted couch tucked against the wall. He falls onto the couch, stretching out his long body and tucks his phone within the natural curve of his side, awaiting a text from Steve. 

Leaving now, we ended up getting drinks closer to home, should be there in ten unless you need me to stall….

Bucky smirks as his eyes slide along the screen, Nope. I’m ready… daddy.

Quick learner, I like that. Eight minutes. 

Bucky turns off the television and takes a deep breath, closing his eyes as he grabs the armrest behind him. He draws his leg up, bending it at the knee and sways it slowly back and forth as he starts to envision all of the things that are about to be done to him. He shifts slightly, sliding his hand down his body to cup his dick as most of his blood flow begins to reroute. 

He flicks his eyes toward the bedroom door as he suddenly hears two voices, one laughing as the other recounts a story. Bucky tosses his hand back over his head to grip the armrest beneath it and continues swinging his leg seductively back and forth, his heart leaping into his throat with anticipation. Heavy footsteps tread down the hallway, growing louder and louder as they approach the door. Bucky keeps his eyes forward as he sinks his teeth into his bottom lip. 

Sam is the first one to come into view as he pushes through the bedroom door. He stops in his tracks as he lands his eyes on Bucky, inhaling sharply as he jumps. Bucky smiles slowly and he rolls his head to the side and drags his eyes down Sam’s defined body 

“Who are - What is going on?” Sam starts, turning slightly before Steve envelopes him from behind. 

“Happy anniversary baby.” Steve coos in Sam’s ear, swaying them back and forth slowly as he rests his palm on Sam’s chest. 

“I don’t get it,” Sam smiles nervously, his dark eyes wide as they shift between Bucky and the side of Steve’s face, “Who is that?”

“This is Bucky. Bucky, this is my baby boy Sam.”

“Hi Sam,” Bucky acknowledges softly, wiggling his fingers toward them.

“Hi,” Sam laughs lightly, “Babe, I don’t - “

“He’s all for us,” Steve whispers as he drops kisses along the side of Sam’s face, “Just like we talked about, remember?”

Sam’s mouth goes slack as he stares back at Steve. His mind races, trying to piece it all together as old conversations replay in his brain. He blinks back to the almost naked man sprawled out on his couch, thinking maybe he’s dreaming. Those were just crazy fantasizes. He blinks again, still finding the incredibly handsome, bare-chested brunette man on his couch. 

Bucky smiles again as he watches Sam look him over. He takes a deep breath and expels it slowly as he shifts again, pushing his hips upward to help draw Sam’s attention toward the bulge in his boxers. He chuckles as Sam’s eyes dip immediately and his lips part at the sight of Bucky’s hard dick. Bucky lives for that look. 

Steve presses his lips to Sam’s neck softly, kissing a trail up to his ear before grabbing it between his teeth to pull on it lightly, “I did good, hm?” He whispers as he slides his eyes back toward Bucky, “He’s beautiful, isn’t he?”

Sam lets out a breath, “He’s gorgeous.”

Bucky slips his hand down to his crotch, his fingertips grazing over his cock, making it jump slightly before he squeezes himself. He lets his head roll to the side as another slow smile tugs at the corners of his lips. He bites his bottom lip as he drags his eyes back to Sam’s, and then Steve’s as he keeps his arms wrapped around his Sam.

Bucky holds out his hand toward them, wiggling his fingers, “Come ‘ere. I don’t bite.” He beckons softly. 

Steve blinks back to Sam, watching him cautiously while he keeps his hand flat in the middle of Sam’s chest - just to assure him that he’s right there. Bucky senses the uncertainty - the nerves - and sits up. He pushes away from the couch, keeping his eyes on Sam’s as he saunters towards the men. He stops just in front of Sam and grabs his hand, bringing it up to eye level before sinking his fingers between his. He brings the back of Sam’s hand to his lips and pecks it gently as he raises his eyes back up to his. 

Sam’s eyes are wide, his lips parted as he watches Bucky place their hands on his bare chest. He blinks rapidly as Bucky drags his hand slowly down his chiseled abs and through his dark happy trail. His fingers graze over the band of Bucky’s black boxer briefs before Bucky dips Sam’s hand lower. Sam inhales sharply as Bucky places his hand squarely on his bulge, guiding Sam to squeeze him gently. 

Bucky removes his hand from Sam’s, his eyes fluttering at the warmth of his palm against him as lust begins to swell in his chest. He slips his hands around Sam’s shoulders and neck, pulling him gently to close the distance between them as Steve moves out from behind him and heads toward the closet. Bucky cups Sam’s face in his hands as his eyes bounce back and forth between his dark, full eyes. He smiles quickly before he grabs Sam’s lips between his own, a moan vibrating through his chest as their lips smack lightly. 

Bucky reaches for Sam’s shirt, pulling it gently from underneath his black slacks and belt. He smiles again softly as his eyes reach Sam’s again, reassuring him. He starts at the bottom button of his dress shirt, popping them one by one, slowly and methodically until he’s reached the last one. 

“Is it okay if I touch you, Sam?” He asks softly, tilting his head.

Sam glances at Steve, who emerges from their walk-in closet, bundles of rope in his hands. He’s exchanged his Ferragamo suit for just a pair of grey sweatpants that hang low on his hips. His torso is bare, the past twenty years of working out everyday on full display. He tosses the multicolored rope to the bed and moves to Sam’s side, sliding his fingers between his husband's. 

He cups Sam’s face with his free hand, his eyes soft and warm as his thumb rubs gentle circles against his cheek, “It’s okay if you’re not ready yet. Just tell me.”

Steve drops his forehead to Sam’s, both of them closing their eyes. Bucky brings Sam’s hand back to his lips, kissing the backs of his fingers gently. Sam takes a breath as he opens his eyes slowly, finding Steve’s blues on him.

“You okay?” Steve asks.

Sam nods, turning his attention back to Bucky, “Touch me.”

Bucky wastes no time. He slides his hands underneath Sam’s open shirt and drags his fingers along his smooth skin. They skip over Sam’s abs and around his waist before moving up along his back. Bucky grips his flesh as his eyes explore his broad, sculpted chest. He leans in and drops a chaste kiss to Sam’s collar bone before he pushes his hands around his shoulders. He pushes the expensive shirt from him, letting it fall to the ground as Steve moves back toward the bed. 

Steve sits on the edge of the bed as he watches the scene before him. He readjusts his hips, pushing them upward as his rigid erection presses against the thick material of his sweats. He cups himself, squeezing gently as Bucky drops to his knees in front of Sam, his hands planted on Sam’s hips. 

Bucky tilts his head up toward Sam’s quickly before he focuses back on his designer belt. He undoes the buckle and pulls, sliding it from belt loop to belt loop until it finally comes free. He drops it without a second thought and reaches for Sam’s zipper, sliding it down quickly. He pops the small, black button and pulls on either side of his pants, working them down Sam’s waist and thighs until the material puddles at his feet. 

Sam lets his head lull backward, his face tilting toward the ceiling as his hands and fingers dig into Bucky’s hair. He hisses sharply, ripples of lust and electricity surges through his body as Bucky’s fingertips graze of his cock softly. He moans inwardly as Bucky’s fingernails scratch at his hips as he pushes them underneath the band of his boxer briefs. 

Bucky leans up on his knees to plant a kiss on Sam’s stomach as he tugs on his boxers, freeing the man completely. He lets his eyes close as he feels Steve’s fingers creep around his neck, his thumbs pushing into his skin to rub slow circles. Bucky releases a soft breath as he rolls his head, his hands holding Sam’s hips as Steve massages his neck and shoulders sensually. 

Bucky tilts his head back up toward Sam as he takes his length in his hand. He strokes him slowly, dragging his hand from the base of his shaft all the way to his tip. Bucky’s lips part, his breaths even and calm, as his large, blue eyes stare intently into Sam’s. He grabs Sam with his other hand as his pace increases slightly. He lips curl into a slow smile as Sam’s fingers tighten their grip on his hair and a moan rumbles through his chest. 

Bucky jumps slightly as Steve’s warm tongue slips behind his ear. His smile broadens as Steve’s deep chuckle sounds in his ear, just before his teeth grab his earlobe. He’s cocooned between Steve’s legs as he strokes Sam’s impressive cock. Warmth spreads throughout his body as Steve’s hands work his shoulders and back before crossing around his sides to his chest and stomach. 

Sam lets out another ragged breath as his head falls all the way back. He groans, his mouth falling open as Bucky’s hands twist and pull along his dick. He detangles his fingers from Bucky’s dark hair and reaches for Steve, cupping the side of his husband’s face as his long fingers dip into the edges of his blond hair. He feels a warm kiss press into his palm, followed by Steve’s hand curling around his. 

“Why don’t we move to the bed, hmm?”

Steve’s voice is warm and even; soft. It’s deep, full of fervor and lust, sending a chill right down Bucky’s spine. 

Bucky slows his hands and stands at Steve’s command, still working Sam over. Bucky smiles warmly as Steve presses his torso to his back, the man's hands wrapping around his waist as his lips suck on his neck. He lets Steve’s fingers wander down to the band of his black underwear, his stomach tightening as they dip just into the patch of dark brown hair at his navel. 

Steve slips his hands into the sides of Bucky’s boxers and pushes them down, letting them pool at his feet. Steve eyes Sam as he moves around them and climbs onto the bed behind them. Steve plants a few kisses along Bucky’s jawline as he runs his fingers through the coarse hair at the base of his stomach. He grabs Bucky’s dick and inhales sharply as he strokes him quickly. 

“On the bed, hmm? Lay next to Sam.”

Bucky smirks as the dominance in Steve jumps out. He does as he’s told peeling away from the tall man to climb on the bed. He moves to the head board, resting his head against it as he reaches out and lays his hand on Sam’s thigh. He rubs circles into Sam’s skin as he begins to fondle himself, sweeping his palm over the tip of his cock before squeezing and pulling gently on his balls. 

Sam sits up on his knees, his hands behind his back, like a good boy. Steve moves to the side of the bed, grabbing a bundle of rope before sliding behind him. He slides his hand down Sam’s spine before grabbing his wrists in his hand. He wraps the soft, dark green rope around Sam’s wrists, tying them tightly before leaning over Sam’s shoulder to check that he’s okay. He receives a quick head nod and continues wrapping the rope up his forearms and biceps, before crossing it over his chest and stomach. 

Bucky can’t keep his hands to himself as he watches Steve bind Sam’s limbs. He’s incredibly turned on watching the intimate act between the two lovers. He can feel the sensuality of it, the love and trust between the two and the extension of the trust toward him. He rolls onto his side as his fingers wrap around Sam’s cock once again, his pace quick as cum dribbles onto his fingers. 

His free hand slithers to Steve, pushing underneath his grey Nike sweats to finally feel him. He eyes Steve as he strokes his thickness. He doesn't flinch as Bucky caresses him, he just keeps his eyes on Sam as he intricately ties him up. So calm, so cool, so in control. So Steve. Bucky starts to think that he would have done this for free. 

Bucky keeps his hands busy with both Sam and Steve’s cocks as Steve finishes the complex rope design. His hands and arms are tied behind his back, the deep green rope then crossing over his shoulders to his chest and stomach. The soft rope travels down Sam’s thighs, wrapped and knotted tightly around his flesh. He’s absolutely lovely like this. Angelic, almost. 

Sam’s head is tilted toward the ceiling again, his breath audible, soft moans and grunts slipping from his lips as he leans back into Steve. Steve drops his lips to Sam’s neck and shoulders, nipping and nibbling on his deep brown skin as he holds him to his chest. Steve sends his eyes to Bucky and beckons him closer with his index finger. He grabs Bucky’s lips passionately, moaning into his wet mouth as he massages his lips with his own. 

Steve pulls away slowly, dragging Bucky’s bottom lip with him. He smirks slightly as he lets it go before pecking Bucky’s lips again. He tugs at the hair band on Bucky’s wrist, pulling it off of his hand before motioning Bucky to turn slightly. He collects Bucky’s hair gently, using both hands to pull it into a low, sloppy ponytail before pulling it into a bun. Once he’s finished, Bucky turns back to face him, smiling as Steve traces his jawline with his finger. 

“How about Sam fucks you while I fuck Sam?”

Steve’s soft voice washes over him like a warm breeze. Bucky nods before crawling in front of the bound Sam. He throws his leg over Sam’s lap as he places his hands on his shoulders to steady himself. He kisses Sam again, moaning softly as he settles in his lap. Bucky likes the way the rope feels against his skin as he rocks his hips forward, letting the rope scrape against his skin. 

Steve finally shuffles out of his sweatpants, his dick pressing against Sam’s back as he reaches for the top drawer of his nightstand. He produces a small bottle of warming lube, squirting a bit into his palm before passing it off to an antsy Bucky. He takes himself in his hand, sliding the gel down his shaft before sliding his fingers between Sam’s ass. Steve holds onto the backs of Bucky’s thighs as he positions himself at Sam’s opening. Steve lets out a focused breath as he pushes into Sam, flattening his palm against his back as Sam takes his length. 

Bucky’s mouth falls open as he sits down slowly onto Sam. He wiggles his hips slowly, wanting to take every glorious inch of Sam as his fingers grip his shoulders. He rests his forehead to Sam’s, their lips brushing against each other’s as Bucky starts to lift himself up and then sits back down again. He rides Sam slowly, moaning and hissing as sparks ignite within his body. He reaches back to Steve, his fingers digging into his hair before gripping and pulling as Sam’s hips buck into his. 

Steve rests his forehead against Sam’s back, one hand on Sam’s hip, the other resting on Bucky’s thigh. He pushes his hips upward in Sam, a few grunts of his own mixing with both Bucky and Sam’s as they fuck. He fucks Sam’s ass slowly, his eyes watching his cock appear and then disappear within his lover. He slinks his hand up to Sam’s chest to tweak his nipple between his thumb and index finger, his chest tightening as Sam’s octave begins to rise. 

Sam slams his eyes shut as he inhales sharply before letting out a shaky, strained breath. Bucky’s forehead is still pressed to his, his warm fingers and palms holding Sam’s face as his lips glide over his. He grabs Bucky’s lips with his own, kissing him hard and sloppy, grunting into his mouth as his heart jumps into his throat from the constant, steady pressure from Steve’s cock. 

Bucky moans loudly as he pulls from Sam with a smack. He mumbles unintelligible words against Sam’s lips before kissing him hard and quick again, his hands still gripping Sam’s face, “God, you feel good baby.” Bucky mumbles as he rides him, his dick pressing and sliding along the rope tied around Sam’s stomach. 

“Mmm, so do you,” Sam mutters, nipping at Bucky’s jaw and chin. 

Cum spurts from Bucky’s slit, coating Sam’s damp skin and sliding along his muscles until caught by the green rope. Bucky’s stomach starts to tighten as sweat prickles on his forehead. His heart flutters as the electricity within him flashes faster and harder. The rope beneath his thighs causes a delicious friction, adding to the fullness that Sam’s cock brings. Sam’s warm breath on his face, his sweet grunts and groans, Steve’s fingers kneading his hip and upper thigh - pushes him higher and higher until he’s whimpering.

Steve’s hips quicken as he feels Sam shudder again and again. He recognizes Bucky’s moans as high and desperate, quick and choppy as his fingernails dig into Sam’s shoulders. He crashes down onto Sam with a singular purpose - and Steve is eager to make it all happen for both of his lovely boys as he knows they’re both close. 

He reaches around, taking Bucky firmly in his hand and starts a reckless pace. He pushes his hips harder and faster into Sam as he grunts, sinking his teeth into his bottom lip. Their three voices all mix and mingle in the air, their moans dancing an intricate ballet together. 

Bucky is the first to fall. He grunts deep and loud as hot ribbons of his cum begins to spurt from his cock. He continues to ride Sam’s dick as Steve’s hands milks him, his muscles flexing and tightening as he throws his arms around Sam’s neck. 

Sam is next. Sandwiched between the love of his life and a mysterious, sensual stranger, he cums mere seconds after Bucky does. He slams his hips upward one last time as he fills Bucky’s ass with his warm, white, thick seed. The rope cuts into his skin as he strains against it, his stomach jumping with each spurt.

Steve? Steve is stubborn. Typical Dominant behavior. Bucky and Sam finally come to rest on top of him - Sam falling back slightly into Steve as Bucky rests his forehead in the crook of Sam’s shoulder. His arms are still slung around Sam’s neck, stretching back around Steve’s neck as well as his breaths are heavy and long. They’re both sated, resting their combined weight on Steve, their skin damp and sticky. 

Bucky is the first to move, tossing his head back and letting his mouth fall open as the slow spinning fan above pushes not nearly enough cool air onto their bodies. Sam peppers his neck and collarbone with kisses, causing a boyish giggle to erupt from behind Bucky’s lips.

“Good God, you guys are fun.” He mutters, his words slurred as he laughs lightly. 

Sam answers him with more kisses, moaning deeply as he presses his lips into the crook of Bucky’s neck. He sinks his teeth into his flesh, chuckling against Bucky’s skin as he jumps from his sudden love bite before wrapping his arms tightly around Sam again. 

“You okay back there?” Bucky asks, “He’s awfully quiet.”

Sam turns his head, trying to catch a glimpse of Steve before turning back toward Sam, “That’s because he didn’t cum.” He whispers loudly as he smiles, “He wants more, he’s just waiting to ask.”

A mischievous glint sparks in Bucky’s eye as that famous smirk returns to his lips, “Is that so? Well, he did say that the two of you are insatiable.” He whispers in Sam’s ear as his eyes bounce between Steve’s, “Should we help him out Sammy?” 

“I think you should,” Sam nods,  “He’s the one with all the money.”

“Ha ha ha.” Steve pipes in as he gently pulls out of Sam’s body. He unties Sam’s hands and slides out from behind him.

Sam flexes his fingers as Bucky readjusts in his lap, smooshing the side of his face to Sam’s. Sam throws his arms around Bucky’s waist, holding him close as they turn their attention back to Steve, who stands at the foot of the bed. Sam watches as Steve beckons him forward with his finger and pats the edge of the bed, wanting him face down, ass up in front of him. Sam squints playfully back at him, not moving. 

When Steve scowls and cocks his head to the side, Bucky shifts his eyes to Sam, “Uh oh, I think we’re making him mad.”

Sam smiles, “Let’s try something different, babe.” He says, his voice and face calm and gentle. 

Steve takes a breath, “Like?”

“Maybe…” Sam draws out slowly, sliding his eyes back to Bucky, “Maybe you let Bucky fuck you while I fuck that mouth of yours.”

“Oooh,” Bucky coos, “Now that I like.”

Steve’s lips part as the words flow over him. Bucky climbs out of Sam’s lap and pads toward Steve as Sam crawls to the edge of the bed. He sits up on his knees, placing his hands on Steve’s chest as his dark eyes bounce between his. He kisses Steve slowly, passionately, pulling a low groan from the depths of Steve’s body. 

Bucky nuzzles into Steve’s back, resting the side of his face against his warm skin as he drags his fingertips up and down Steve’s forearms. 

Sam pulls away from Steve with a light smack, keeping his eyes steady with his. He inches back up the bed and lays on his back, flattening his feet on the mattress and bending his legs at the knees. He reaches for Steve, holding out his hand as he rolls his head to the side, blinking slowly. 

Steve doesn’t do this. He likes being in control, calling the shots, fucking Sam until he can’t think straight and walks funny for a few days. But he wants to please him, he always wants to please his boy - and this is what his lovely boy wants. He takes his hand, sinking his fingers between Sam’s and climbs onto the bed. He tucks his knees underneath his body and leans forward, dragging his free hand up Sam’s calf to his thigh. 

Bucky slides his hands down Steve’s rippled back, tracing his spine with his index finger. He smooths his hands around his waist, before grabbing the discarded bottle of lube as Steve plants kisses on the inside of Sam’s thighs. Bucky’s dick jumps at the sight, his hips anxious, his heart fluttering as he begins to stroke himself again, spreading the warm gel along his length. 

Steve sinks his mouth over Sam as he holds the base of his cock. His eyes flutter shut as a gasp from Sam fills the room. He drags his lips to the tip of his cock and swirls his pink tongue over Sam’s slit before swallowing him whole again. Steve groans loudly, the sound vibrating against Sam’s dick as Bucky pushes into him slowly. He squeezes his eyes shut tighter as a fullness overwhelms him. He bobs his head up and down, keeping his hand wrapped around Sam’s girth as he starts to buck his hips into Steve’s mouth. 

Bucky inhales sharply as he slides his hand along Steve’s back. His pace is steady and deep, lunging Steve forward with each buck of his hips. Steve and Sam sing a sweet chorus as they moan and grunt in unison. Bucky keeps his eyes on Sam, looking as angelic as a painting as Steve sucks the soul right out of him. Bucky shudders as he watches the two of them. Sam’s head is tilted toward the ceiling, his mouth slack, his chest heaving. He slides his hands into Steve’s blonde hair and begins to pull as he hisses.

Steve balls the sheets in his hand, his mouth going slack around Sam as Bucky’s pace gets a little more desperate. The sound of their skin slapping against one another grows louder as his pace gets faster - his dick reaching deeper and deeper. Steve gets sloppier and louder as he slurps up the cum that spurts from Sam’s slit before he takes him all in again. 

He buries his nose into the kinky hair at Sam’s navel as Sam’s cock pushes its way down his throat. He drags his mouth back up his shaft, releasing him with a pop, cum and saliva hanging from his lips and chin. He flicks his tongue at the tip of Sam’s cock, teasing it gently as he locks eyes with his lover. 

Sam takes a sharp breath as he struggles to keep his eyes open and on Steve. He looks gorgeous. His body lunging forward with each of Bucky’s deep, hard thrusts, his blue eyes piercing his as his head bobs up and down. He feels incredible. His wet, velvety mouth, his pretty pink lips, that devilish tongue enveloping Sam like a well-fitted glove. He cups Steve’s head in his hands, smoothing them over his hair and down his cheeks as he drops his head back to the mattress. 

A shudder ripples down Bucky’s spine as his stomach and balls begin to tighten. He holds onto Steve’s hips as he starts to punish his tight ass. It’s now Steve’s voice that starts to climb octaves as Bucky fucks him hard and fast. Bucky reaches around his hip, taking Steve’s cock in his hand and begins to pump him, wanting this stubborn man to finally cum. This is what he gets paid for after all. 

“Fuck,” Steve mutters as his heart jumps into his throat. 

“Don’t fight it baby,” Sam whispers through his own lust, “Just let go.”

Quick, choppy gusts of air fall from Steve’s lips as Bucky fucks him closer and closer to his release. He keeps his lips wrapped around Sam’s cock as he drags his hand up and down his shaft. He lets his body relax and his mind still, fully giving into to what’s about to come. One last buck of Bucky’s hips and a pull on his cock and Steve shatters. 

Bucky continues to rock his hips into his ass as Steve’s cum leaks down onto his hand. He keeps a tight grip on Steve’s hip with his free hand as he starts to lose control of himself for the second time. Within seconds of Steve, Bucky fills him up with his own warm seed. He buries himself into Steve as he continues to spurt, his hand still working the last of Steve’s orgasm out of him. 

Sam follows suit, his hips jerking upward as he bursts into Steve’s awaiting mouth. He grips Steve’s hair in between his fingers as he empties into him. His chest heaves as ragged breaths fall from his lips. His body jerks involuntarily as Steve’s tongue continues to swirl around him, licking up every drop. 

Steve swallows a mouthful before he drops his chin to Sam’s thigh. He keeps his eyes closed as he drags much needed air into his lungs. A quick shudder flashes through him as the last of his orgasm fades away. He places his hands on Sam’s still bound chest as he rests his head on his thigh, feeling his rapid heartbeat against his fingers. 

Bucky pulls out of Steve slowly, watching as his cum dribbles out of him. His legs are shaky, his head spinning, love-drunk and completely spent. He ambles to the mattress, falling forward onto his hands and knees and he crawls up beside Sam before collapsing down on his back. He stares at the fan as it spins, resting his hands on his chest and stomach as a stillness falls over him. 

Steve sits back on his knees, letting his head fall back as he rolls his shoulders and works his neck back and forth. He needed that - a good fucking - in both his ass and his mouth. He opens his eyes and gazes down on Sam, a soft smile on his lips as they link eyes once again. Sam’s are full of love, soft, big - warm. Steve grabs his hand and kisses the back of his fingers before crawling to his side. 

He leans down and pushes his lips against Sam’s sweetly, sweeping his tongue over his plump bottom lip, “Happy anniversary.” He whispers against him, a broad smile growing.

Sam chuckles as he throws his arms loosely around Steve’s neck, “Happy anniversary, babe.”

Steve leans back and begins pulling at the rope still wrapped around Sam’s body, swatting at his hands as he tries to stop him, “It won’t take long.”

“Just lay down,” Sam whines, “Cuddle with me.”

Bucky rolls over, throwing his legs over the side of the bed as he sits up. He senses the change in the room and wants to give them their space. He pushes away from the mattress but stops when Sam’s long fingers wrap around his forearm.

“Just where do you think you’re going?” Sam asks.

“I think my job here is done, Sammy.”

“That doesn’t mean you have to leave.”

“It’s late,” Steve adds as he pulls the dark green rope from Sam’s body, “Lay down.”

Bucky pushes a breath through his nose as a smile spreads on his lips, “It’s okay guys, I know when to make my leave. It’s not awkward until you make it awkward.”

“Steve,” Sam whines again as he rolls his head toward him.

“Five hundred more to stay,” Steve offers, quirking his eyebrow as Bucky starts to object, “I won’t take no for an answer. Plus,” Steve adds, squinting his left eye as he looks up toward the ceiling playfully, “I did technically pay for the whole night, so…”

Bucky laughs as he nods his head, “Touche.” He pulls his hair out from the now barely there bun, running his fingers through it before throwing it back up into a ponytail, “I don’t want to intrude. It is your anniversary.”

“No intrusion, we want you to stay.” Steve answers, smiling softly.

“You did help us make it a great night,” Sam quips as he closes his eyes, sleep starting to invade his body, “The least we can do is make sure you get a good night’s rest.”

Steve points to the mattress, “Lay down. I won’t ask again.”

Bucky finally gives in, laying back down beside Sam as he rolls over onto his side, “That’s you asking?”

“Yes. Now hush.” Steve smirks as he returns his attention back to de-roping his quickly-descending-into-sleep husband. 

Bucky closes his eyes, letting his body relax into the soft California king below him, “Yes, daddy.”

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The morning sun creeps into the room slowly, spilling over the random articles of furniture that are positioned throughout. Bucky is the first one to stir, letting out a deep sigh as his eyes begin to flutter. He’s surrounded by an incredible warmth, having snuggled up to Sam subconsciously in the night. Arms and legs are strewn about, Steve’s head resting on Sam’s back as his long arm stretches over to Bucky’s torso. Sam’s hand rests on Bucky’s shoulder and Bucky’s hair is splashed over his forehead and eyes.

Bucky almost doesn’t want to move. For a brief second, he wonders how it’d be to wake up to this every morning. To feel as full and warm and comfortable as he does right now, in this very moment. It’s been a while - a long while - since Bucky Barnes has thought about things like this. Has wished for them.

He then thinks about his life in New York; and pushes them all away. 

He wiggles out from underneath Sam and Steve’s limbs, letting his eyes linger on the pair for a minute longer before he grabs his bag and moves silently into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. He showers, albeit slowly, washing his hair with one of their fancy shampoos. His mind wanders back to Steve as a light chuckle tumbles through his chest. He just knows that this is the first Saturday that Steve Rogers has slept in since he’s been born. A sense of pride tingles through him.

He dresses faster than his shower and throws his hair into another bun before shrugging into his black leather jacket. He wipes up the excess water spilled to the floor and counter, folds up his towel neatly, flips off the light and moves through the bedroom again, letting his eyes linger on their sleeping forms just one more time. 

He leaves a simple thank you, scratched on the back of a takeout menu on the counter before heading out into the hallway, making sure the door is closed behind him. He pushes his sunglasses onto his face as he drops his head, opting for the stairs instead of the elevator.

He kinda hopes they’ll call.

A few weeks pass. He’s back at work with a random athlete’s hand down his pants, fifties and hundreds tucked into his jockstrap. Bucky always looks forward to football season. He grabs a beer and a pack of smokes before heading out into the warm night for a break. He thumbs through his text messages and alerts, a smile spreading on his lips as a missed call and voicemail from Steve Rogers displays on his screen. 

Hey Bucky, it’s Steve - and Sam! - yes, and Sam, and um, we miss you, bud. We had a great time and we’ve been talking about a few things and we’d like to see you again but maybe with a more permanent arrangement.

You know Steve, he’s full of deals! 

Will you hush? Give us a -

Sorry, I’m excited.

Sam! Anyways, give us a call so we can talk a little more in depth, hmm? Have a good -

Bucky doesn’t even wait for the message to end. He slams his thumb on Steve name and brings the phone to his ear, a broad smile breaking across his face as Steve's voice fills his ear.