shinelikethunder:

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.

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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?”

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