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"Well, you haven't hit the irresistible stage yet, but I'll tell you if you get there," Sam says, grinning. "More like the buy me dinner and take me to a game and I'll think about it stage."
"Oh my God," Bucky says, almost laughing. He rubs his vibranium hand over his face, which makes Sam wonder if that one has less pollen on it. Maybe it sticks to skin better than it sticks to metal. "Okay, well, before the pollen, you would've had to promise me dinner and breakfast." He stops, wide-eyed, and winces like that was something he hadn't ever intended to say out loud in front of God and Sam Wilson.
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"Don't break my door," Sam says, climbing out of the back seat of his car. He never unzipped, because it would've been way too easy to just take it that one step further and start touching himself. "Use the key."
Bucky glares at Sam. "I wasn't going to break your door."
"If I had super-strength and I was feeling like this, I'd break the damn door." Sam pauses. "It's getting better for you?"
Bucky just grunts as he unlocks the front door of Sam's apartment. "Maybe I just don't have a thing against doors."
They get inside, Sam shoving Bucky in his haste to get there, and Sam elbows the door into place. "That's not what I--"
So much for not having a thing against doors, because now Bucky has Sam against the door, Sam pressed between Bucky and the solid steel behind Sam's back. "Oh, God," Sam gasps, pulling Bucky in, "kiss me, kiss me," and it feels like a miracle, it feels like fireworks, Bucky cups Sam's face in both hands and kisses him breathless, his tongue taking over Sam's mouth like he's got every right in the world.
"Oh-- oh, fuck, Sam, I need to come, tell me what I can do," Bucky gasps. He has one hand on Sam's shoulder, and Sam can feel light pressure happening there, like Bucky doesn't even mean to be hinting, but he wants Sam on his knees.
He finally manages to unclench, hands dropping to the bed, and he tries to catch his breath. "Damn," he pants, "oh my God, are you always that good?"
Bucky's moving kind of slow himself, and when he kneels up and starts stripping his clothes off, Sam can see why. Sam got Bucky's zipper down before they moved to the bedroom, and now he can see a dark patch at the front of Bucky's boxers. A big dark patch; when Bucky comes, apparently, he keeps going, and going, and going. Sam takes in another deep breath, catching a whiff of Bucky's scent. "Oh, yeah," Sam groans. "Shit, you smell amazing."
"So," Bucky says, "good news and bad news."
"There's bad news?" Sam asks, stretching his arms and legs out, bending his legs up at the knee. "What's bad?"
"Well," Bucky tells him, finishing with his clothes, climbing on top of him, "the bad news is we're still on the upswing."
Sam gets his legs around Bucky's, rocking up against him. "Mm. Oh, no. I get the best blowjob of my life and I'm gonna get fucked? Heartbroken, man."
"Oh, fuck-- Sam, hang on, I was--" Bucky tucks his face in against the side of Sam's neck and breathes in deep. "God, you're gonna be in this for--" He licks a hot stripe up the side of Sam's neck, and Sam shivers, rocking his hips up. He's getting hard again, somehow; it should take a whole lot longer, but apparently the sex pollen's got him covered. Thank you, sex pollen. "Don't know," he murmurs, "don't know, but I've got you, I've got you."
"Okay, so we're gonna be having amazing sex for days, still not seeing the bad part, but what's good?"
Bucky tilts his head up to look Sam in the eyes. "Good news is-- you're right, best sex of my life, too." And then he kisses Sam again.
It's possible that just how good this is might be partly due to the sex pollen, but it's not like that matters, not right now while they're in the thick of it. And the thick is absolutely the right way to put it; Sam can feel Bucky's dick against his stomach, hot and hard like he didn't just come in his pants two minutes ago. Sam groans and takes one hand off Bucky long enough to reach for his nightstand drawer, trying to get it open. Bucky's busy, though, kissing Sam's face, trailing kisses over his cheek, his forehead, his temple. He's also starting to grind down on Sam with some intent, and Sam could see the appeal to having Bucky come all over his chest, but it pales in comparison to what it'll be like getting Bucky's dick in his ass.
"Buck," Sam pants, "come on, lube, don't you want to get me slicked up and--"
Bucky groans, biting down on Sam's shoulder, and his cock pulses between them, smearing come across Sam's chest after all. And like Sam suspected, Bucky comes a lot; they're both pretty damn messy when he's done.
"I mean," Sam says, after a minute, curling his hand around the back of Bucky's neck, "not that I'm not into that..."
"Shut up," Bucky mumbles, "you said something hot."
Sam reaches up and strokes Bucky's hair again. He's getting sweaty. "You were mad at me," he murmurs. "You came up here because you were mad at me."
"Is this really the time and place for this conversation?" Bucky asks, his face still tucked against Sam's shoulder. He gives Sam another soft lick, right over the place he bit while he was coming. Sam shivers.
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