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[ It's the response from his partner more than anything that gets Bucky reacting physically to match. It's the way his own cock had been nestled so close, pressed together in the warmth between their thighs, he can feel Jack's attention beginning to blossom and it surges a warmth through him. It might be a first, actually, the very first time he's had the privilege of this sensation and been on this side of it. It's sparking and erotic, and somehow it gets him harder than Jack in just over a second. With it comes the unfurling of hormones, the rushing of sweet sensation and lust that pulls a sharp exhale from his lips.

Jack's touches are consistent, constant, firm, stroking, exploratory. Where they'd been gentle and innocent, Barnes now feels echoing touches like dust where his fingers leave, a tingling energy that stays behind even as he moves on to other places. Electric, exciting, like the context has shifted. Jack kisses him, and Barnes snakes his free arm beneath the hip of Jack's pressing down on the couch. Does it so that he can snake both hands around the small of Jack's back, and when he finds Jack's ass again it is not to tease or tickle, but to rather firmly grip him by the curve of his ass and pointedly pull his hips into Bucky's, rocking him slowly and deliberately into the pressure of his erection.

It's still sweet, still slow, still unhurried and deliberate, but it's pointed now. He teases Jack's tongue with his own, allows their kiss to carry on, all the while rocking hips in time with the ebb and flow of their mouths. He didn't come here for this, he didn't come here for sex, but it feels like such a natural progression that it's building a sort of visceral need in him deep in his chest, at his core. ]

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[ it's impossible not to notice the moment when bucky's mind shifts, the tone of this whole thing tilts, and it's a gradual path as all of this has been, one moment led naturally into the next, this with bucky's cock flushing hard between them, something going through the man's head having pushed him right over that edge fast.

for jack, all it takes to find that same surge of erotic warmth causing his dick to leap, throbbing into full thickness, is bucky's hands gripping at his ass. the same way he'd dragged him close into his lap on the couch in the lobby, and it's only so much better with bare skin (and metal) on bare skin. a shudder shoots up jack's spine as their hips roll together, each sensitive nerve on the underside of his dick dragged slow and sweet against bucky's skin, his own length sliding right alongside.

jack's jaw drops for a tender moment, lost in euphoric sensation, dizzy from the intimacy here, from bucky so close he feels like they're sharing bodies a little, the heady rush of heat down his body, pooling between his legs. hips rolling to match the slow, slow rhythm of bucky's, jack's pushing back into the hands on his ass as well, a constant source spiking arousal making his body feel light, but hyper-aware of every touch. jack drags his teeth against bucky's lip, not terribly hard, but enough to show that his interest is mounting, desire stoking a smoldering fire in his chest.

he'd been stroking his hand on bucky's back along his spine, or between his shoulder blades, but as this progresses further into physical need, his touch migrates to bucky's hip, something about feeling the muscle under his skin flexing as he grinds against him just so fucking attractive. ]

[freightcars]

[ Slow, slow. They move at the pace of molasses, as sticky sweet and viscous as syrup in winter, the lazy drawl of their hips stoking a fire he can feel in his breath when he exhales. Jack's teeth nip, and Bucky can feel it in nerves throughout his body that seem unconnected but jump anyway. Sparks at his chest, in his thighs, through his cock, tracing back to that point on his lip.

With a sharp noise, a rusty inhale, he shifts, rolling them until Jack is on his back and Bucky is above him, bracketing him with arms and hair like a curtain. He takes his place between Jack's legs, ankles sliding to push Jack's farther apart so they slot together perfectly, chest to knee, stomachs rubbing against cocks, deliberate and careful rhythm never faltering even from this new position.

Here, he can dip in and rough his cheek against Jack's, nudging jaw against jaw like a cat, nosing along the sharp cut of his cheekbone. ]

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[ the cascade of bucky's hair is an element that speaks so definitively of the man that jack's touch naturally pulls towards burying fingers in the strands, the same way he unconsciously drifts tactile attention towards his metal arm anytime they're near. it's these idle habits jack's allowed to develop, the same way he's, as of yet, made no effort to protect himself from the shockingly intense influence bucky holds over him. now and again, the fear that he'll regret that burrows through jack's mind, and because it would be too deep a betrayal to bear, and because he's too, too enthralled in the feelings of care and security he gets from him, jack pushes those into the back of his mind.

now, he's all sharp inhales and legs spreading to invite bucky's body to sink closer against his, skin alight, sparking, all down his body at every point they touch. bright paths of sensation sear up, electric, through the network of synapses, and jack's fingers curl in bucky's hair, another set of dull nails carving against the skin over bucky's hip, grasping harder with each roll of his hips down against his drawn out murmured sounds of pleasure in the back of his throat. with his eyes closed, it feels like a dream, jack brushing pressure back against bucky's cheek, the rough scratch of bucky's stubble another sweet reminder of his affection for the man.

though bucky doesn't have a hand on his cock, and jack doesn't have bucky's between his lips, though jack isn't sobbing into his chest, this feels so much more personal, so much more intimate, than they've been before, and jack feels his body quake against him with it. he cards the wild, loose strands of bucky's hair back from the side of his face jack's taken to memorizing the feel of against his own, and his lips trace along the shell of bucky's ear as a moan drags low and throaty from him. his hips jerk up, cock leaking as it twitches against bucky's hip, the slick of it easing the grind between them. it's slow and it's languid and it's perfect. jack kisses a trail from bucky's ear down over his neck to the slope that leads to his shoulder, and his arm curls around bucky's back, hugging him tight and close, a silent plead to keep him close and tight and just like this. ]

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[ It's a different sort of intimacy. It isn't Tumenalia, it isn't the bed at the start of whatever they've become. Though it began with a rough conversation, there is no sadness or darkness here. It's like the baggage this time has been checked at the door leaving only the two of them behind, the two of them at their best, at their least damaged. For once, just the two people that they are, alone with each other, riding waves between them on Jack's couch, swathed in television light and quietness.

Here there are lovers, here there are friends, and no intrusive thoughts are strong enough to break through that right now.

Jack cards hands through his hair, Jack teases his scalp with fingernails that scratch and send phantom fingers of sensation down his spine, trickling through his shoulders, through the muscles in his back, rippling from a cascading simple touch. Jack's moan is a beautiful sound, and Bucky's his grind down into it, deeper, harder, more. Pressure, friction, the rolling heat of bodies, the leaking of precum leaving things sticky and wet.

A metal hand slinks down, slides down, slips beneath Jack's thigh and palms his ass again, kneading the muscle as they go. Otherwise, he complies to the request made by arms around his back. Stays tight, stays close, stays hovering so deep in Jack's personal space it may not even exist anymore. ]

Good.

[ He murmurs, throaty, dry, approval mouthed into the place where jaw meets ear, fucking hips pointedly down. Good, Jack is doing so good, this is good. God, he loves it, actually. ]

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[ for the moment, all of their demons whither away, and the two of them are left stripped bare, down to their unguarded cores. jack without the constant ache and tension of his wasted life and twisted upbringing, the constant push and pull inside of his head, and bucky without the all consuming grief and guilt and trauma sunken so deep beneath his skin that it's melded to his bones. they're simply human, and for one that's a science experiment, and another that'd been raised as if divine, it's a blessed reprieve.

bucky's hand gropes at jack's bare ass and the motion drags them tighter together, jack able to feel every pulse of blood surging to flush bucky's dick rock hard as he fucks against jack's skin, feeling the friction of his cock firm and hot and wet pressed up flush to his.

pleasure like thrumming bass echos all through jack's body, loud enough it seems to rattle his bones, and he's shaking under him. his breathing stutters and jack has to drop his head back to gasp for air, lungs expanding even while his back arches up, pushing against the solid, immovable weight of bucky on top of him. it all feels so fluid and slow, as if he takes a pause at every neural intersection of the action. ]

Mh. [ all he's able to part with at first is a sound, vague agreement, as jack's too dizzy with every touch and every shift resonating through his body. nails scrape down bucky's back, from the base of his neck, down his spine, over his hip as far as he can reach down his thigh, before traveling back up. he wishes he could be touching every inch of him, and his knees bend, thighs spreading out wider to let bucky sink deeper against him, only to hug them against hips, but with his feet flat against the couch cushions, jack has the leverage to thrust up into each of grind of bucky's hips down, then back into the hand kneading at his ass, muscle working under bucky's fingers. ]

God, Bucky. [ it comes in a whimpered keen, jack coming undone beneath him, no panicked effort made to conceal it, no fight for control, no crisis of self-consciousness. just jack, blissed out of his mind, fingers tangled in bucky's hair as he drags him into another kiss, just to feel more of him, to have him fill up every sense he has. ]