#writtenbarking

I can see the vision now:

John like. Still inexperienced w the kinkier side of things never really doing anything and still at the point where him and Bucky are like just doing hand and mouth stuff, and too tense to try anything in his rear. So Bucky tries the external massage, and John gets really into it, and makes him feel funny about the fact that the way Bucky is rubbing between his legs reminds him too much of how he’d pleasure Olivia w similar hand motions.

Maybe they do it more often and eventually John wants to try an internal massage, maybe to help John get used to the idea Bucky just starts sliding his meat between John’s thighs/keep his fingers continuously rubbing against his rim until his body feels used to having something around that area.

That’s when they start trying to find John’s prostate, and now compared to when it was a lot of pre now Bucky can manage to make John cum while his still soft, milking him until he’s spent (and maybe slip it in now that John’s all pliable and John just can’t do anything besides suck on Bucky’s fingers and Bucky getting off on how agreeable John is after having his brains milked out lol)

Bucky and John using this time to kinda feel out more of each others hot spots and just feeling each other up. lol but yea speaking of the clit thing you mentioned.

Now I’m just thinking about like. Bucky playing his soft penis now while doing an external massage and pointing it out bc he’s getting “wet” or something and both of them going 🤯 when John actually starts getting hard from that.

John’s Shampoo

Pre-relationship & still frenemies era John changes shampoo brands and scent bc the store was out or something and Bucky finds he’s gotten too used to the old smell he always associated with John that he feels off kilter as long as he’s smelling it.

He’s slow to react, jumpy, and cranky because the rooms John is in/frequents doesn’t SMELL like John. And Bucky likes when things are predictable, controlable. So he’s in denial that it’s John’s scent making things this way. No matter how much his skin crawls when he passes John in the hallway or smells it in the locker room.

Unfortunately John bought those big value jugs of it so it would be months of the smell. Eventually Bucky cracks and ends up scavenging through anything he can find to see what the usual brand John wears is. From breaking into his room to find old receipts he forgot to throw away, to subtly trying to grill John for answers. John’s not sure why Bucky has been acting so weird. One minute he’s getting in his personal bubble the next it’s like he’s trying to avoid the room the man’s in. John just chalks it up to Bucky just not liking him and trying to bully him into quitting the team on his own terms rather than fire him directly.

Eventually one day John goes to take a shower and finds his shampoo gone and in its place the brand he usually uses. If anyone noticed Bucky’s sudden good mood a few hours after John finishes showering, no one acknowledges it. And especially doesn’t mention the one time he swears he heard sniffing sounds when John sat in front of Bucky on the Quinjet

Eau de Walker

Val makes plans for another collab this time w a perfume/cologne brand and each member has a line but Bucky finds that the one picked for John doesn’t fit at all so bc his big mouth he’s sent to find a better option

Cue Bucky now trying to discreetly try and sniff Walker to get the best idea of what a good scent would work for John.

John catches on…kinda? He just thinks Bucky is into him so occasionally he stretches to flex his muscles meanwhile Bucky is subtly shifting in.

Eventually he gets what he’s looking for and to everyone’s surprise: John’s cologne was the most popular option and sold out at stores by the end of the week

Eau Fe Walker…2!

Running w the cologne idea but this time they capture a good smell the first time and now Bucky secretly keeps buying it and spraying it on his bed while he humps his pillow bc he’s a fake idgaf-er and #yearning

Maybe he starts stealing John’s clothes once the perfume just doesn’t hit anymore. Sneaking into the locker room after John’s been training, shoving a sweat soaked shirt into his own bag pretending it’s his. Finding a pair of discarded briefs or shorts while in the laundry room and can’t even wait till he’s in his room to start shoving it against his nose as he jerks his already leaking cock imagining he was in front of John, on his knees huffing at the part of John’s body where the unmistakable scent of pure John is strongest.

#JustGymBroThings

First time he and John are in the gym together as a newly linked couple…Bucky too used to being focused on the mission/the smell of whatever missions they do covering up John’s natural musk/sweat and now in a casual setting he gets a good whiff and horny

John: lifts his arms to do a big stretch

Type 1: Bucky Knows, John Doesn’t…Part 1

- It all started before the TBs form, while John was still working for Val as US Agent

- John sends a lot of his paycheck to Olivia. The divorce terms and child support only asked for 50%, but John still feeling guilty for not being there enough for them (and in John’s head, the feeling that he already ruined their lives for being associated with him), sends around 80-90% of his pay.

- Sometimes he needs money, but he doesn’t want to suddenly change how much he’s sending. He doesn’t want to ask Val for more jobs, the missions while fulfilling, are risky and he’s not gonna head on just for some pocket money, and he’s not sure if he can really do back to back jobs, even as a super soldier he needs a few days between missions, and especially when they could happen at the drop of a hat a regular part time job is out of the question.

- One thing leads to another, and now he’s doing streaming on the side, at first he’s doing SFW stuff. Mostly on TikTok or YouTube, he’s kinda doing miscellaneous stuff and giving tips and tricks on stuff he learned. Workout advice, self defense, cooking lessons, streaming metal work QnA, etc, stuff that he thinks people would pay for. It helps, he’s not making huge bank but he gets a good surplus that he considers guilty pleasures or maybe stuff for future videos like maybe some new combat boots that he’s been putting off. Buying more out there ingredients for a viewer request on if he knows how to cook with X.

- Eventually he notices a pattern looking at the data of his content. He makes good views, even if occasionally he has people who pay for subscriptions and videos simply to insult him. Things have a steady line with the occasional slight rise and dip based off if the stream is on more niche topics. But he sees a huge spike now and then, said spikes happen when John ends up showing a lot more skin than useful.

- During one cooking lesson he’s accidentally got sauce on his sleeves so John rolls them up. It’s one of his higher viewed videos. With comments for the rest of the stream and on the archived version full of heart emojis, or saying they’d “rather bite into those arms than the dinner”.

- His workout advice content always does well, doubly so when he gets properly worked up enough that he has to shed his compression gear, causing him to simply work out shirtless, and he’d hear the telltale buzzing of his phone when he’d experience a large uptick in small donations.

- John decides to play into the niche. Cooking shirtless, positioning the cameras during his stretching so when he’s touching his toes, you can clearly see the curve of his ass. Even during his “chill” streams he’s now gone from sitting behind a blank wall as he’s eating some chips to transitioning into doing it on his bed, making sure he’s laying in a way where you can peek a sliver of stomach. Sweatpants on and if you squint, maybe see something

- Sometimes he uses it to his advantage, making goals such as “at $45: show forearms, $70: unbutton shirt halfway, $X: [other acts]”. Usually they never make it past the 1st or 2nd goal. But the chat always goes wild when it happens.

- One thing leads to another and eventually along side his “main” streaming account. He’s now on OF and at first it’s more like, stuff that would get him banned on other sites but nothing too revealing. Working out in a jockstrap, it makes his face burn. He feels something burning in his stomach over it all. Part of him feels shame, that he’s basically selling his body for sex appeal. Another, the part he tries to ignore, feels good. It does something for him, feeling warm at all the praise. So many people, all of them not throwing insults as he’s been used to for so long. People LIKE him, WANT him…it’s been so long that even if he could stop, could say he’s no longer doing this and going back to his previous work…he doesn’t. He likes the attention.

- it’s now been a few months of this. Eventually he manages to spot some regulars, both on his main account and on his OF. A few are separate, while others are only on one account or the other. One in particular always stands out to him: a user named “Sgt. Biceps” who he’s seen show up a week after he first started streaming in general. At first they just showed up and lurked in stream. Occasionally giving some comment when the topic came around to the army or the government. So John assumed the Sgt. part was literal, with this guy also being a Veteran.

- Eventually Sgt becomes an active part of John’s community. One time John offered for Sgt to become one of his mods but the offer was quickly shot down kindly but firmly. Yet Sgt would keep coming back afterwards, which brought some kind of comfort to John. Knowing that he has people who liked his stuff enough to come so often John can recognize screen names.

- Through many streams, John Eventually learned a few things about the text behind the stream. Sgt. Bicep is a man, brunette, an army veteran, and currently working an office job so he’s able to mess around and tune in whenever John is live (even when John chides him, Sgt simply responds that his job couldn’t care less what he does on the clock)

- Early on John talked about why he started streaming in the first place. Since then Sgt always donates every time John is live. Usually it’s the top donation, causing everyone who times in to see Sgt Bicep alongside a big number that dwarfs the other top donations.

- Not even a week after John made his OF account. He already sees a user recently subscribed. A small smirk at seeing it was Sgt. Just like with his normal streams, Sgt would always send large donations his way.

- eventually even when John tried not to, he subconsciously begins giving Sgt Bicep more attention compared to his other regulars. While he always greets people or asks about everyone’s day, he tends to directly name Sgt by name. “Hey Sarge, how’s it going? Sarge, you got anything to add about chat’s questions about X?”.

- Another thing that’s happened has been John’s streams usually reach all the goals by the end. Sgt doesn’t usually donate right away. It’s only once things slow down that John sees the donation notifications begin to pop up from him. Sometimes it’s a simple donation, sometimes it’s with a note. John has always kept the prices the same, never going too high because even if he knows Sgt. donates a lot, he would feel bad taking advantage of the guy.

- One stream was a particularly slow day, and John’s stream didn’t even reach its first goal. John didn’t mind much, as at this point he had enough money stored away that he’s no longer in as dire needs as he used to at the start. Sgt had been silent for most of the stream. Not that John minded, after all the man isn’t a living piggy bank, obviously there are days Sgt might just want to watch, or just have him in the background for noise.

- John was wrapping things up, things coming to a close as he begins to thank everyone and sign off, he gets a donation from Sgt simply asking “chat are you ready for a show”. Before seeing a huge donation with a simple note attached: “do it slowly please.”

- John’s face is flushed. He sees his chat going crazy, goat emoji spamming and everyone thanking Sgt. Along with jokes about sugar dating. It made something in John’s stomach flip, that this person he doesn’t even know the face of, has this much power over him. He could easily calm everyone down and say it’s too late. But he won’t…something in him wants to comply, please all these strangers and read the praise they type out.

- So the stream goes on for another half hour. No longer about cooking, or working out, whatever the stream was about. It’s just John, in front of a camera, in front of thousands of strangers. Slowly and making a show out of stripping and showing just enough skin that he won’t get banned. His skin from his face to halfway down his chest pink and warm from the fact so many people are watching him, someone paying for him to expose himself.

- After this, the dynamic shifts, things don’t change dramatically, but sometimes Sgt sends a message, asking him to wear a certain item, or for private videos. John always does so with a smile on his face. Soemtimes on stream he’ll be wearing something as simple as a blue collared shirt, or a simple string bracelet. But a simple “looking good” from Sgt. makes John’s face flush proudly. He puts as much effort into his videos as well. Skin burning if he takes a second and think about what hes doing.

- Here he is, showing of his most intimate bits for a stranger that he only knows as a name on a screen. He’s giving breathy moans, grinding himself against a pillow, chest to the bed as he looks at the camera dead in the eye, asking if Sgt likes the show. He hasn’t quite reached the point where he’s exposing that throbbing flesh but he’s at the tipping point. If he was asked in the heat of the moment while filming, to strip completely and give Sgt something else he can sink his teeth into.

- John keeps this up, until he gets the mission debrief from Val, to detain and eliminate some targets in an abandoned vault.

- After everything, John’s been offline while the “New Avengers” settle into the tower. He’s given a note on his channel about it, and his eyes almost bulge out of his head seeing that while he was gone. His channel blew up in size, almost quadrupling. It surprised him, as given the size he half expected a mix of positive and negative replies, but the ratio is on his side. While Val hasn’t said anything about his accounts (he’s not completely sure if she knows, but given he’s been not been shy about showing who he is), he wonders how long until “for PR” that he has to delete his accounts. It makes something in him grumble in unhappiness.

- Over the course of it all, he’s made some connections, with some of his regulars now becoming actual friends. First going from casual stream conversations to DMs, to eventually actual phone numbers. So even after the possible end of his content, he can still keep in touch with people. However one regular that has stayed behind the screen is probably the one he would miss the most.

- despite it all. Sgt. Biceps has kept a distance between them. John knows that Sgt. prefers plums to peaches, that he prefers to see John strip down rather than start masturbating already fully naked, but doesn’t even know how old he is, or even what part of the world he’s in.

The Tower has state of the art cooling and heating systems, so things always manage to stay the perfect temperature. Of course in everyone’s personal rooms the individual temp can be adjusted to be as warm or cold as one wants

However one day there’s a freak rainstorm and it causes the temp regulators to go on the Fritz. Causing it to turn off, and since it’s already late fall and the tower is so large, it gets cold quickly.

The team gets back from a mission and find themselves soaked and in a cold ass debriefing room. They wrap it up as fast as possible and they all go their separate ways to clean up and find ways to warm up.

John and Bucky go to their now shared room, and start a hot bath together, they both prefer showers but John complaining about the cold leads to Bucky’s idea of having an indulgent bath first just to soak and warm up, then an actual shower to clean up

It’s not sexually charged at first as both are kinda exhausted after the mission, so it’s a very intimate affair. Both sitting in the large tub with the room slowly becoming filled with steam from the bath, both men resting up and letting the water penetrate deep into the weary muscles.

Bucky adds a few drops of essential oil to make the room smell nice, maybe some lavender and John begins to gently massages Bucky’s muscles after seeing the other man flinch a little when raising an arm to grab the bottle, admiring the strength packed into that frame and if Bucky starts subtly flexing each time John rubs a body part…well he won’t complain.

Bucky tried to return the favor and straddles John, feeling up the man’s chest as he mumbles something about it being his second favorite body part on John. And if John suddenly starts stroking Bucky’s side and he feels something poking against his stomach each time Bucky leans forward to get closer to him…well he doesn’t mind

Maybe they make out a little, wet bodies sliding against each other as Bucky and John’s tongues lazily slide against each other. Bucky is still straddling John leaving the blond man able to easily grab Bucky by the rear and pull him closer. The heat of the bath and steam, the scent of lavender, and the still present exhaustion post-mission keeping the kiss free of too much heat. Normally this kinda scenario would lead to Bucky hoisting John onto the edge of the tub as he starts to use the water as a way to easily slide his length between John’s thighs. But right now the two just kiss and feel each other up, the hardening lengths between each other being ignored

Eventually the water starts to cool off, and that’s the cue for both of them to drain the tub and head to the shower. The mutual skinship continues. As they wash each other.

Bucky starts soaping John up, the scent of sandalwood and something sharp filling his nose, it’s comforting. Bucky lathers John’s strong legs and perky rear, tempted to nip at it but knowing it could surprise John and in a slippery environment like this, could lead to the man getting hurt. So he just gives it a light playful slap that leaves John chuckling

“You dog, I thought you said you were too tired to do anything?”

“Cmon it was right in front of me, don’t tell me you wouldn’t have done the same”

Now Bucky gives some love to John’s front. He hugs the man from behind and just starts rubbing soap ice red hands against John’s torso, drinking in each curve and firm muscle

Despite taking the serum, John’s body still manages to gain a slight layer of fat, something that Bucky always reassures him is attractive.

One flesh hand full of callouses and one smooth vibranium hand warmed by the water map out each inch of the soft belly John has acquired as Bucky peppers a few light kisses to the man’s neck.

“Have I told you how much I love your body?

“Yeah, every morning when we change”

“Well it’s true, you carry it well babe, makes you look sturdy. Dependable.”

“I could look like Alexi and you’d say the same thing”

“Yea well Alexi isn’t who I chose to be my boyfriend now is he?”

One hand keeps caressing the underside of John’s slight tummy, as the other cups one side of the man’s chest. While John’s rear is Bucky’s favorite part, his chest is a close second.

John’s pale complexion leads to his chest being milky white, with pretty pink nipples that scream “bite me, make me puffy and red, make me shiny with spit”. When things get hot and heavy, sometimes Bucky just pulls back a little, leaving John squirming and begging for Bucky to continue, all the while Bucky just appreciates the heavy blush that makes John’s pale skin turn a delightful shade of pink, going from the top of his ears down to his chest. Bucky would paint the entire tower in that same shade of pink if he could.

“God babe…one of these days we gotta measure your chest and see what cup size you are. Ava bet money on D cup but Bob thinks the suit just makes you look bigger and it’s like a B at most”

“If you’re gonna be betting on me then at least give me a cut of the money”

“Heh, nice to see where your priorities lie Walker.”

Eventually John gets washed off and he wants to return the favor, squirting some of Bucky’s shampoo onto his hands as he prepares to lather the other man. At first John found Bucky’s use of shampoo that’s advertised as able to be used on human and horses incredulous. But after a while it’s now become a comforting scent, one that John can now easily pick up on. He just wishes now that Bucky would splurge on at least using separate shampoo and conditioner rather than use the 2-in-1 variety, but he’ll take managing to get the other man to use a separate body wash after some convincing.

“Baby they made this for horses too, it’s fine to use as a body wash, you don’t use a separate soap for the horses fur and mane do you”

“I’ll admit I don’t know a lot about horses, but despite thinking you’re quite the stud, that logic isn’t gonna work on me. You’re a person, now act like it and buy some damn body wash”

Bucky’s let his hair grow out a little. The hair now going a little past his shoulders. It’s not quite as long as he used to have it back when he was freshly freed of Hydra, but it wasn’t as short as he kept it when he was a congressman.

John takes his time lathering Bucky’s hair, running his fingers through it and making sure to keep it de tangled and doesn’t have any gross bits in it after Bucky was in the thick of battle and subsequently covered in fluids John doesn’t even want to know the origins of.

Bucky simply closes his eyes and drinks it in, enjoying that he has someone he finally trusts enough to be able to be this vulnerable with.

For the longest time he’s always done stuff alone, not even letting Steve be this close to him. One time Bucky tried and it immediately went downhill ass Bucky went into blind hysterics as a panic attack set in and in the end caused the bathroom on Steve’s floor to be out of commission for a week as they had to repair all the damage caused.

For the longest time Bucky thought maybe he’ll just spend the rest of his life alone, broken. He might have people he can lean on but he’d never truly be able to fully let go and still have stuff he can never let anyone approach.

Until Steve left, and he thought he was truly unlovable. Until Sam, who proved to Bucky there’s people who won’t push him away. Until the thunderbolts, who understood parts of his struggles that most people could never wrap their head around. Until John, who is so much like Bucky that it used to make him uncomfortable, make him angry, make him want to ruin the other man because of his own self hatred.

Now? Bucky sees John, sees he’s not just a twisted reflection of if Steve went though what Bucky went though, not some imposter, but a man. His own person who was starting to tread a similar path but managed to stop before things got worse. A man that stays by Bucky’s side and doesn’t shy away when Bucky gets emotional, or closed off, or isn’t a perfect person.

The first time Bucky let John touch his hair like he is right now, Bucky was unconscious from a mission going sideways, and when he woke up to the feeling of strong, capable fingers in his scalp, cleaning gently…he was surprised at how he wasn’t immediately sent into fight or flight and trying to gouge John’s eyes out in or an equally violent response to waking up with hands on his body.

John’s tender voice brings Bucky back to the present, as Bucky’s body is completely clean and John is looking at Bucky with a worried expression

“You all right Buck? You’ve been staring at the wall for a few minutes. For a second I thought you fell asleep before I saw you looked like you were someplace else. You ok?”

“Yea I’m fine. Just took a quick trip down memory lane. Not everyday I get so pampered I can relax and reminisce ya know?”

Eventually they step out the shower and pat themselves dry. Slipping into pajamas and getting ready to brace for the inevitable temperature difference once they leave the steamy bathroom into the chilly bedroom.

John’s outfit was picked blindly, and feels like maybe he should’ve seen what exactly he was grabbing as it was definitely not gonna keep him warm if he left the bed. John was dressed in a thin green cotton shirt, the faded logo of his old high school on it with the text “go bears!” under. It was a bit small on him, causing a sliver of fuzzy stomach to peel out. The pants weren’t much better, being some shorts that stopped at thigh length, thin and a creamy yellow color, with black sandals on. If the heater was broken in a way that caused the room to be sweltering maybe this would’ve been a good outfit. But the situation was the opposite: the second John opened the door the man shivered and walked as fast as possible to the bed.

Bucky meanwhile walked at a more leisurely stroll. The man was the picture of comfort. Thick flannel sleep pants, with a pair of fizzy black slippers and cushy socks. A thick sweater pulled over a shirt, the man didn’t even flinch at the cold in the room.

Bucky slipped into bed and hugged John from behind. The warmth of the bed, combined with the heat of the bath and each other’s body lulling them into a peaceful sleep.

It’s a couple hours later and John wakes up to Bucky attached to him like glue. The heat of the other man plus the heavy blankets getting slightly uncomfortable. John shuffles to try and wake Bucky up so John can have some space and maybe take off some of the blankets

John moves around, causing his plump rear to continually rub against Bucky’s crotch. In a half-awake state Bucky moans slightly, only tightening his hold on John as he adjusts himself. His face now in the crook of John’s neck. Slowly grinding against John’s squirming rear

Even when half awake Bucky knows it’s only fair to make sure John feels good too, one arm groping his chest as the other snakes it way over between John’s legs. It didn’t make its way under the fabric and instead Bucky squeezes and rubs at the area which is slowly twitching with sudden interest

John’s face feels warm, accidentally making the situation worse. As now with the warmth all around him he now has hands all over him. Bucky’s hand on his crotch goes from a full palm caress to something else. His fingers stretch out, thumb rubbing at the root of John’s now half-hard cock as his other fingers kinda. Cup under his balls, rubbing at a particular spot that Bucky knew made John go wild

“Mmm…you getting wet for me yet Princess?”

Bucky’s voice still extra husky from his sleep only made the question feel even more scandalous, and John couldn’t help but moan out a little in response. It wasn’t something they talked about often, but sometimes John and Bucky enjoyed a little bit of emasculation. Calling John “Princess” or “good girl”, wearing satine lingerie, referring to his impressive pecs as a pair of “tits”. Even the act Bucky was doing reminded him of his marriage with Olivia, with the roles now reversed as he was the one whose crotch was being rubbed as if he had the opposite parts. Treated like a beast in heat. It made John’s cock throb now, the strange mix of arousal and the heat and restraint of the bed causing all sorts of feelings he never experienced before.

John’s entire body felt warm to an uncomfortable degree, the blanket trapping all the heat of their frisky endeavors, it made John short of breath, each huff of air only causing him to breathe in Bucky’s scent, it made him lightheaded.

All he could do was lay there and take it like a good boy. Listen to Bucky coo praise at how obedient and eager he was. A mistaken assumption that each wriggle against him was an invitation and not an attempt to get some fresh air.

Bucky’s other arm that was still flicking and rubbing against his nipples kept John still, the weight usually comforting reminding John that all he can do is basically be Bucky’s personal plaything. Even as John tried to break free some primitive part of him was comforted by all this. Knowing that Bucky cared for him and the display of strength making something in John purr in pleasure as he was overpowered.

“Baby…I’m close…”

Bucky’s raspy voice was right against John’s ears, each small burst of breath making him shiver. One part of him was relieved, soon he’ll able to get Bucky off him and unpeel himself from the blankets and feel cool air on his skin. Another part of him wanted it to continue. To keep feeling that dangerous zing of helplessness, that Bucky was the one in control and simply sink into the feeling of Bucky’s length rutting against him. The thin shorts doing nothing to dull the feeling as each swipe slid right between his cheeks, teasing the hole hidden between.

They never actually had penetrative sex during the whole relationship, John still too in his head to be able to relax, and Bucky not comfortable with giving away that level of control. But the idea that this time, John would be too loose, too warm and relaxed from his sleep that one slip and Bucky would be buried to the hilt, filling and stretching him in ways he never experienced before, it made his heart race.

Eventually Bucky’s thrusts increased, his mouth now at the pulse point of John’s neck, sucking on it and occasionally grazing his teeth against it, his previously meticulous finger rubbing now devolving into frantic sloppy stokes of John’s rod

John felt himself being slightly crushed against the other man as his thrusts caused him to roll over on top of him, Bucky’s smaller frame now on top but the weight of him and like a living, horny, weighted blanket. The hand that was holding John’s chest moved now that it was almost trapped between John and the bed in the commotion. It now simply found its way to John’s mouth.

John tasted nothing but the clean metallic taste of vibranium. He wondered if Bucky was able to feel his tongue sliding and swirling around his fingers. The heat now was unbearable, John’s panting was short and hurried, blood rushing in his ears as now the thought of escape was the last thing on his mind. All he wanted now was for Bucky to cum all over him. A low growl in his throat as he still felt the fabric of each other’s clothes between the heated flesh

Now that Bucky’s hands were squished under his crotch and the other in his mouth, of let John’s arms free to attempt and bend at the awkward angle and try to pull his pants down. It was rough work as each wild Buck from Barnes made John’s shorts ride up, but eventually John made it work. His shorts slid off and began to bunch under the seat of his rear, unable to be fully taken off.

John gasped as he was surprised by what he felt, rather than the feel of warm, maybe also wet fabric, all he felt was the hot and slick flesh of Bucky’s cock. His brain short circuited for a brief moment. Wondering when during all this Bucky managed to find time to slip it out of its cotton confines. While he couldn’t see it, John could imagine the sight, the fabric of the sleep pants hugging tightly to the string muscled thighs of one Bucky Barnes. The sight of bright red fabric stretched right across his ass as it moved with each thrust. His thick length slipped out of the slit in front, balls still trapped in the pajamas as all he could do was thrust against the firm bit soft muscle of John’s ass. The foreskin sliding back and letting John feel that throbbing head catch against his rim.

Bucky was fully awake now, muttering dirty phrases into John’s ears, cooing praise at how well John was working those fingers in his mouth, teasing that he’s put it through the wringer after he’s done with the “sweetest peach he’s ever seen”. John’s not sure when Bucky started deliberately trying to restrain him but he wasn’t really in the mood to think about that while there were more pressing matters to attend to.

Eventually all good things must come to an end, and this was no different. Bucky pressed his whole badly against John, fingers slipping out of his mouth with a sloppy pop as both of Bucky’s hands went to grab John’s, fingers interlocking as Bucky sucked on the junction of John’s neck and shoulder. A low gutters moan being let out as John feels Bucky’s hip suddenly still, the throbbing flesh nestled snugly against his back and something warm suddenly spilling in the small space between John’s back and the other man’s abdomen.

The adrenaline rush of feeling trapped, body heat, the suction of Bucky’s tongue, and the feeling of the silky bedsheets all combined to make John see white as the warm sticky feeling on his back was the straw breaking the camel’s back and broke the dam of pleasure that was built up this whole time. John couldn’t help but shiver, hips slightly thrust through his climax, only increasing his overstimulation as he felt the still erect flesh rub against his hole once more.

Both men now lay panting, John still having Bucky as a living weighted blanket and making his breath just slightly more shallow. Before eventually the pressure once again edged on the side of uncomfortable, but now without the sheen of pleasure helping hide it.

“Buck…huff puff…move your fat ass….please…”

“Pfff…Only cause you asked so nicely…really…hahhh…really know how to treat a guy huh Walker…”

With a grunt of effort, Bucky managed to roll off John and lay against the other man’s side, taking the blankets that they were sealed under with him. The sudden release and feeling of the cold air in the room caused John to immediately spring up, sitting up on the bed on his knees as he stretched, a pleasured whimper escaping at the feeling.

Bucky rolled his eyes, before untangling himself from the next of fabric he was wound up in and heading to the bathroom for a towel to help wipe the two of them off.

John meanwhile got off the bed and simply began doing some heavy stretching, his body still feeling like it was compressed under whoever many pounds of testosterone that made up one James Buchanan Barnes. Enjoying the feel of his superheated body cool off with each passing second in the slightly chilled room.

Eventually Bucky comes back and with a slightly damp towel, grabbing John by the hip and gently turning him around to wipe off the now cool and slightly sticky cum. His own stomach already clean with only a wet sheen hinting at the cleanup.

Eventually both men found their way to the bed once again, this time only a modest blanket shared between them as the other heavier sets were thrown off to the floor. John’s head on Bucky’s chest as his ear listened to the reassuring heartbeat and a metal arm wrapped around him, warmed from each other’s shared body heat.

“Well…we still have a few hours until we have to get up…you still tired? Cause I’m all riled up now to head back to sleep, but too tired to have any more fun.”

Bucky starts getting close to John, maybe it’s the same way people develop feeling during haunted houses or roller coasters, but now Bucky’s heart beats faster around John. John himself doesn’t help matters as he’s a bit of a mother hen. Always nearby and halfway out of his seat at even the smallest sound by Bucky. Constantly pushing some food onto his desk, ranging from some dried plums, to a glass of iced tea, to some finger sandwiches that make Bucky think he needs a cup of tea to drink it with.

Eventually one thing leads to another and the two of them enter a secret relationship/friends with benefits situation. Bucky often being the one to take the lead as John follows dutifully, having the taller man under his thumb has Bucky give a slight shiver of pleasure

Eventually the relationship leaks into office hours, and I guess the F in John F Walker stands for Frisky bc he ends up starting a lot of it

Someone walks past Barne’s office and with the door open you can just make out Bucky hunched over his desk, head in his hands as he’s surrounded by paperwork. You walk past, just assuming it’s Bucky overwhelmed with work.

No one knows that Bucky is hunched over for a different reason, face scrunched and biting his lips as he’s trying not to make any noises, John under his desk greedily slurping him to the root like a man starved. The quiet slurping sounds not able to reach all the way outside but to Bucky it’s like they’re playing it over the intercom for the whole office to hear. Trying not to thrust into that warm mouth or else the chair will make a loud squeal and cause someone to turn toward them.

One time Bucky is on a video call, all the camera can see is his upper torso, all put together and dressed for the occasion. What everyone else in the meeting can’t see is how Bucky is completely nude from the waist down, dress shirt billowing out without any pants to tuck it into.

John is once again under the desk, but this time not actively giving head. Instead he simply sits, kneeled and with Bucky’s soft cock in his mouth, keeping it nice and warm. His mind in a trance, Bucky’s conversation over recent laws and plans for next year simply a hum of sound as John savors the clean taste of Bucky’s skin and the slight wrinkles from his foreskin combined with the natural scent of man from Bucky’s bush. John would give the occasional suckle and swallowing around the organ as he tries not to drool over himself rather than to stimulate it.

Bucky occasionally petting John’s head as he speaks to the other members of congress, to anyone else they might think he just has Alpine in his lap but no one knows the real truth, and it sends a thrill down Bucky’s spine.

Maybe John gets a silly sneaky idea…mind now razor sharp as he tries to subtly tease the congressman’s cock into an erection. A heady pleasure as he feels the soft flesh slowly harden and fill up his mouth. Maybe slide his tongue into the foreskin, tease the sensitive head and lap at the small drops of pre that begin to ebb out.

A buzz alerts John to his phone, the screen turned on with a notification of an email from Bucky, who was sending it remotely from his computer. While not showing the whole message, the subject topic was clear

RE: John, Keep this up and theres consequences

And so John can either do 2 things: back off and feel as Bucky manages to keep his heart rate under control and feel the cock in his moth soften back to being able to easily fit in his mouth, or keep testing his limits, and see how flustered Bucky can get before he either needs to end the meeting early, or it ends naturally

Thus 2 scenarios.

Good Boy: John slows his roll, wanting to please his charge. After all a bodyguard is supposed to be a silent guard, not cause too much a fuss. After the meeting, Bucky has a stern face that quickly melts at seeing how glassy eyes John looks, face slightly flushed and a little drool still managing to leak out of the corners of his mouth. A Vibranium has holds the man’s face, thumb swiping away the slick spit. “Good boy John…I knew you could control yourself”, Bucky rumbles out obviously pleased that John had enough restraint to not embarrass either of them in front of the other congressman. “I think you earned yourself a reward”, Bucky would tease as his cock once again begins to harden, this time in anticipation. John simply gives a dumb grin, licking his lips as he eyes his prize

Naughty puppy: Bucky manages to crush the want in his voice and the flush on his face for the rest of the meeting which thankfully was wrapping up just as he began to feel a mischievous mouth play with his cock. At first a gentle hand glides through John’s hair, but it immediately turns into a grip in it as he not so gently pulls John off, who’s a panting mess as he opens his mouth, showing Bucky a messy wet and sloppy mouth full of a mix of thick drool and strand of precum. John closes his eyes and moans as he feels Bucky lob up his own spit and aim it directly into his open mouth, before his lips are captured by the angry man. That grip on his hair still not letting go as it crushes their lips together. “Damn it John…couldn’t you have waited a bit more. You wanted it bad huh…well I’m gonna give it to you then. On the desk, bend over.” Bucky snarls out, voice dark but filled with want after the continuous teasing

John happily bends over the desk, his own pants having a wet patch in front as John was palming himself the entire time. Bucky grabbed both of John’s cloth covered cheeks and a ripping sound was heard as the pants were ripped open, the other man too inpatient to deal with John’s belt and zipper

The other man gasped as his felt the cool office air hit his already slick hole, a bright silver plug lodged in between his cheeks clearly visible. Bucky smirks, as he realizes out this was John’s plan from the start

Can either be an AU or just pre-TB

Bucky is still a congressman, and John still lost the title of Captain America, and either has completely shut down and become kinda a bum or still works as US Agent but his heart has been kinda ruined due to the public backlash that happened w the whole shield to the skull incident

Bucky at first kept tabs on John, just to make sure John doesn’t do anything rash while so emotional. But after a while either John stays on the down low and doesn’t shift the boat, or he’s been so depressed he doesn’t really do anything besides sulk at home and do ??? to generate income that Bucky leaves him be, as congress stuff begins to take more of his time

One day at a charity in Georgia or something (specifically Custer’s Grove) Bucky bumps into John who looks rough. Maybe after Bucky sneaks away to a gas station to breathe after the suffocating atmosphere of politics.

Bucky at first didn’t even realize it was John at first, the man covered in a face mask or other stuff that he wouldn’t be recognized

One thing leads to another and while everyone’s wondering if there’s someone missing from the gala, Congressman Barnes is in some sleazy motel, panting like an animal in heat as he buries himself into a whimpering John F Walker, legs wrapped around his waist and the stench of sex and testosterone filling the room.

For Bucky it’s exhilarating, the danger of being exposed, of how this would look if it the news got word, how sweetly John submits to him yet his super soldier serum letting Bucky be as rough as he wants without worrying that he might hurt him, years of restraint he used for his civilian partners thrown out as he watches the bruises he leaves on John’s hips quickly heal and leaving the skin flawless, and flush with lust.

Afterwards they catch their breath, and Bucky gets a text from his assistant or something asking him where the hell he disappeared to and hurry back to the event. Bucky detangling himself from a still dazed John savoring the afterglow and something greedy wriggles it’s way into his mind as he realizes this motel room isn’t just where John put a reservation to fuck but his actual living situation

Bucky hands John a business card, w his personal number on the back, asking John to maybe accept the occasional pocket money from Barnes on one condition: if Bucky wants him somewhere, he gets on the next plane or hell, private jet, heading to where Barnes is. The insinuation being very clear why Bucky would call John over.

And so it begins, Bucky begins sneaking around, when things get too much and he feels like hitting some lawmaker over the head with his briefcase, he’ll call John over (who usually ends up living in a modest private apartment/some cushy flat in DC) and they either fuck at John’s place or some discreet third place (depending on the mood it could be anywhere from a 5 star resort with John being pounded into silky soft sheets and covered in life bites, to another seedy motel where the walls are paper thing and the couple’s own moans are drowned out by the various other people who came for one thing only.)

Bucky gets some kinda thrill from it, especially whenever John gets brought up in the news again. The so called “Captain Killer” becoming public enemy #1, get all Bucky can think of when seeing his is how greedy his hole is and how he begs for Bucky to give him anything, eyes glassy with tears as he pleads for Bucky to go deeper, harder, give him something thicker, slobbering on his finger to prove how well he could please.

John meanwhile, he’s a whirlpool of emotions as he tries to puzzle himself out.

After having everything stripped away, Olivia leaving him was the last straw and he shut himself down. No longer living, just surviving. Any motivation slowly dwindling as he becomes drowned in self pity and each news clip or mention of his acts dumping more of it on him

He mind sometimes replays the look in Bucky’s eyes when he broke his arm all those months ago. How different the man was from the Bucky John expected. He had a bit of a crush on the other man, remembering starting at the old pictures that showed him during WW2 when he was younger, how he would have dreams of those strong arms and bright blue eyes seeing and feeling every inch of him. And how in reality those arms were inhumanly strong, and those blue eyes held some animalistic urge to hurt him.

When he meets Bucky again, his first feeling was fear, wondering if somehow for some reason Bucky came to finish the job and break another arm, or even his neck. All his mind could do was go belly up and try to show Bucky he’s not gonna cause any trouble. The back of him mind admiring how well the congressman looks, his suit filled out nicely, the faint whiff of cologne or some kinda aftershave, and how despite being shorter than John the other man manages ti make him feel small.

One thing leads to another and now John accidentally invited Bucky to his room at a cheap motel, he could’ve stayed with Lemar’s family but the idea of living there after everything he did to fail them sent him retching. A lot of places would use their right to refuse service, causing John to start hiding his face and go for more discreet places that don’t question him on how he looks.

John feels Bucky’s aggression and some dark part of him enjoys it, feeling like he’s finally being useful to the other man. Feeling special that Bucky lets himself be as rough as he wants with John. That he’s the only one that gets to see everyone’s favorite congressman fuck like a man possessed and bite his lips hard enough to draw blood (which quickly heals)