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Steve opened the door to the apartment in the early hours of the morning as quietly as he could. He was exhausted, feeling like his body and mind were dragging. It took a lot for him to get to this point, and usually involved catastrophic and potentially world ending events.
Not bothering with the lights, he stripped his jacket off and dropped his keys in the bowl before making his way to the bedroom. Where he stopped dead in his tracks just inside the door at the sight of you and Bucky tangled together on the bed.
The sight warmed him, easing some of the tension he’d been carrying. Hopefully, this meant the two of you were working through the latest issues. Not wanting to disturb either of you, Steve undressed as silently as possible before sliding slowly into the bed. Bucky’s eyes opened, a flash of brilliant blue that focused on his face as his head lifted.
“Working you kinda late, dontcha think?” he rasped quietly.
Steve shrugged a little. “It is what it is,” Steve said with a shrug before nodding at your form. “Things good now?”
“Think so,” Bucky said thoughtfully, looking down at you himself before focusing his attention back up at Steve. “But I think maybe you and I have some things to work out.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah I think it’s time we stop dancing around each other,” Bucky said, extricating himself from you as Steve watched.
“I don’t think–” Steve trailed off as Bucky straddled his hips and shoved him back against the bed.
“You think too much Rogers,” Bucky growled before his mouth crushed down on his, hands shoving him back to pin him against the bed.
Steve’s body reacted instantly, heat coursing through him and his cock going rock hard as a low growl rumbled through his chest. Rearing up, he twisted so Bucky landed on his back instead, taking control of the kiss while Bucky’s hand shoved into his boxers to wrap around his length. When he pumped his hand, Steve groaned long and deep.
Chuckling against his lips, Bucky murmured, “Ya gonna wake our girl up if you keep that up ya know.”
“Oh well,” Steve muttered before his teeth sunk into Bucky’s bottom lip, eliciting his own groan. He shifted, pushing Bucky’s thighs apart to wedge himself between them before he flicked Bucky’s hand away from his cock so he could shove his boxers down his legs. Then he wrapped his hand around both his cock and Bucky’s, jacking them together slowly.
“Gonna fuck me, Stevie?” Bucky panted the moment Steve’s mouth left his own.
“Damn right,” Steve muttered, gathering up as much of the precum coating his hand and both their dicks as he can before pushing two of his fingers into Bucky with no warning. Bucky’s gasping moan bounced off the walls even as his ass rippled around Steve’s fingers. Bending down, Steve’s teeth nipped at his ear before he rumbled, “And it seems like you’re desperate for it, Buck.”
“So you gonna do it or just keep fucking teasing me?” Bucky shot back even as his back arched and he wrapped his legs around Steve’s trim waist.
“Teasing you is fun,” Steve nearly cooed at him, his fingers thrusting almost lazily, driving Bucky nearly insane. “I like knowing I could make you beg me like a good boy.”
“Jesus Christ, Steve,” Bucky huffed before releasing a rumbling moan.
“Oh.” At the soft sound, their heads whipped to their left to see you pushing up with wide eyes as you looked at them. “ Oh. ”
“See, told ya, you’d wake her up.”
“Pretty sure that was you,” Steve responded, his nostrils flaring as he caught the scent of your arousal. “Why don’t you come join, princess.”
“Really?” you asked, almost shyly as your eyes darted between their faces. “Are you sure you want me to?”
Not bothering to respond, Bucky just reached out and snagged you. You squealed breathlessly as he dragged you to him, pulling you onto his chest, fingers tangling in your hair as his mouth took yours. Taking advantage of Bucky’s distraction, Steve withdrew his fingers and quickly lined himself up.
“Fuck, Steve,” Bucky cursed, his hands flying back to grip at the headboard as if he needed an anchor. You pushed yourself up, hands bracing on Bucky’s chest as you watched him in complete fascination.
An arm snaked around your waist, pulling you back against a warm chest before gliding up to wrap lightly around your throat. Steve tipped your head back, kissing you feverishly while his hips snapped. Pulling back a little, he stared into your lust blown eyes and smirked. “Wanna help me make Bucky come, princess?”
You turned back to stare at Bucky’s face, finding your arousal peaking higher at the flushed skin and glazed look in his eyes. Catching your bottom lip between your teeth you looked back at Steve again, and nodded eagerly.
“Good girl.” Steve’s praise made you beam as you let him shift you around until you could guide Bucky inside of you.
The sound Bucky made as you sank down on him nearly sent you over the edge then and there. Steve’s thrusts slowed, his breath warm on your neck as his hands settled on your hips and he murmured instructions and praise in your ear.
Bucky’s hands slipped up your body to cup your breasts, rolling your nipples between his fingers before one slid down to press against your clit as your hips rolled. You gasped, your head falling back against Steve’s shoulder as you rode the waves of pleasure that crashed over you.
You set Bucky off, his cock throbbing and twitching as he locks into place inside of you and comes with a low curse. Holding you up with one arm, Steve pushes one of Bucky’s knees up to his chest and chases his own release with quick and hard thrusts. With a full body shudder, Steve finally succumbs to his climax, burying himself deep inside of Bucky before releasing with a deep grunt.
When you come back to yourself, you realize you're sandwiched between the two of them, both of their harsh pants in your ear and mixing with yours. It’s not exactly the most comfortable of positions, but you wanted to savor the closeness of it all, so tried not to move. Like he’s read your mind, though, Steve shifted himself up, running his hands soothingly over your back.
“Okay princess?”
“M’kay,” you mumbled into Bucky’s neck, feeling more than hearing the chuckle he lets out before he kisses your forehead.
“Sorry we woke you,” Bucky rumbled, his arm resting comfortably around your waist.
Tired and spent as you are, you still managed to move yourself enough so you could look into first his face and then around at Steve. You give them a huge smile. “I’m not.”
“No?” Steve asked, pressing his thumbs into the muscles of your lower back to release the knots he found there.
“Uh-uh,” you sighed, nuzzling yourself back into Bucky’s neck. “Best kind of thing to wake up to.”
~*~*~*~
“You can’t use that much. The recipe says 2 teaspoons”
Steve looked up from the file he was studying at Bucky’s voice, eyebrows lifted. He was wondering when the two of you would start sniping at each other. If he was honest, he was a little surprised it had taken two weeks for it to happen. Though, he supposed a lot of that had to do with Bucky being so far into ‘make-up’ mode.
“Pft, the recipe is wrong. You use as much vanilla as your heart needs.”
“That is absolutely absurd.”
“No it isn’t!” your voice was slowly increasing in volume, a sure sign your temper was flaring.
“You’re gonna screw it up.” Steve heard a cupboard open and shut.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
“I’m putting some salt in to counter too much vanilla.”
“I swear to the goddess Bucky if you even think about touching that bowl, I’m going to hit you with a spatula.”
“Now you’re threatening me?”
“No. I’m promising you.”
Steve’s grin spread wide as he listened to the two of you bicker. Maybe there was something wrong with him, but it was turning him on. Then from the kitchen came the sound of a smack.
“Hey!”
“I told you not to touch it didn’t I?”
“I’m just trying to keep you from messing it up.”
“Get out of my kitchen or I’ll dump the whole thing on your head!”
“Fine. I’ll just tell you I told you so later.”
Bucky stalked into the living room a few seconds later, stopping dead in his tracks when he saw Steve sitting there with his grin. “The hell you grinning like that for?”
“Is it any wonder that I fell in love with both of you? You both have the same temper,” Steve said.
“Oh shut up, we do not,” Bucky muttered as he threw himself down on the couch, though there was a faint pink tinge across his cheeks at the words.
Steve hummed and looked back down at the file in his lap. After a moment, Bucky asked, “What is that anyway?”
“Possible trouble brewing overseas,” Steve answered absently. “What were you two fighting about this time, anyway?”
“She apparently thinks it’s fine to just dump a whole bottle of vanilla into the cake batter.”
From the kitchen they heard you shout, “It wasn’t the whole bottle!”
Bucky snorted, but wisely chose not to respond. Steve grinned to himself, making a mental note of something in the file before he asked, “What’s the cake for?”
“I don’t know. She didn’t tell me.”
“It’s for Bruce’s birthday party,” you said as you came into the living room.
“New recipe?” Steve asked, setting aside the file when you moved to perch on his lap.
“No, it’s the same recipe that I used for your birthday.”
“Oh, that was a good cake.”
From your position on Steve’s lap, you turned to look over at Bucky and did something extremely childish. You stuck your tongue out at him. “See! Told you so.”
“That’s really mature. What are you 12?”
You stuck your tongue out at him again, just to see how he’d respond. Bucky’s eyes glinted and narrowed and he leaned forward to brace his arms on his knees. Voice dropping to a low growl, he said, “Keep being a brat, Omega, and see what it gets you.”
You squeaked and buried your face against Steve’s neck even as arousal shivered through you. Seeing you trying to use Steve as a shield does it for him, and in a flash Bucky’s up and stalking across the short distance across the room to you. Amused and aroused by what was unfolding, Steve settled back further into his chair.
Having heard the groan of the couch as he stood, you peeked an eye out only to let out a surprised gasp to see Bucky looming over you. He turned you so your back was to Steve’s chest. “Hiding from me?”
“No,” you said, chin lifting as you tried to sound offended at the suggestion, despite the fact that was what you were doing.
Deciding to push your buttons further, Bucky leaned over you, arms bracing on the arms so you were bracketed in place. Slowly, he let his eyes drop to your lips before moving back up to your eyes. “ Liar .”
Your eyes fired. “Don’t call me a liar!”
“Liar,” Bucky goaded, watching your eyes narrow and your chin jut up defiantly.
Your mouth opened, the comeback dying on your lips when his fingers pressed hard against your core. The heat that had been building up inside of you since the two of you were in the kitchen flashed over and you wrapped your legs around his waist. Bucky’s mouth descended, latching over the fabric covering your breast and sucking hard at it.
Squirming on Steve’s lap, you clutched at Bucky’s shirt, feeling extremely needy. There was a knock on the front door, and Bucy snarled at the interruption. Steve’s hand stroked down his arm. “Relax Buck, I’ll go see who it is.”
With a grunt, Bucky hoisted you off Steve’s lap so he could get up before plopping you back down on the chair, his mouth fused back on yours. Heading to the door, enjoying the sounds the two of you were making, Steve opened it to find Sam standing on the welcome mat.
“Sam?”
“Sorry to just pop by, but you weren’t answering your phone.”
“Ah. It probably died again,” Steve answered, glancing over his shoulder for a moment. “Always forgetting to charge it. What’s up?”
“You know that thing they’ve reported?” Sam asked, “Have you looked over the file?”
“Yeah, I think it’ll be worth checking out. We should probably put together a mission plan…”
Sam’s eyebrow lifted when Steve glanced over his shoulder again. “Everything alright Cap?”
Steve blinked, head turning back to face Sam’s smile. “What? Oh. Yeah it’s fine it’s just—“
From the living room came the sounds of something crashing, followed up by a wild burst of laughter that died out into a throating moan. Steve blushed while Sam’s grin widened. “It sounds like I am interrupting something.”
Rubbing a hand over the back of his head, Steve gave up trying to be polite. “Look, I’ll call you later, okay?”
Shutting the door with a snap, Steve moved back into the living room. In the short time he’d been gone, Bucky had reduced your clothes to scraps and had you pinned on the floor with his face buried between your legs. His eyes trailed over to his armchair and his eyebrows flew up.
“You broke my chair.”
“Bucky did it.” Your head tipped backwards to look at him upside down. “Who was at the door?”
You let out a sudden yelp when Bucky’s teeth nipped at the sensitive flesh of your inner thigh. “ Bucky!”
“Pay attention,” Bucky demanded. The growl in the command made you clench hard around the fingers he had plunged into you. His eyes flicked up towards where Steve was standing, the tent in his pants obvious. “Ya gonna just stand there or are you gonna get over here and fuck her senseless?”
Grinning, Steve reached back and pulled his shirt over his head before dropping to his knees at your hand. Bucky sat up on his knees, face drenched with your slick as Steve knelt at your head. Leaning forward, Steve kissed him, savoring the taste of you on Bucky’s lips and tongue. The timer went off in the kitchen and Bucky stood up while you found yourself turned over and pulled up to all fours.
Steve curled over you, dragging his teeth over your neck as he sunk into you. You let out a happy little sound the moment his cock breached you, pushing back against him eagerly. “So perfect for me, pretty ‘mega,” Steve said, his hips already pistoning hard.
“Alpha,” you purred his designation in response.
It encouraged him to rut into you even harder. In no time at all, you cried out, your arms nearly giving out as the orgasm overtook you. Steve pulled out seconds before he joined you, his cum spilling over your ass and lower back. Now you did collapse to the floor, your heart thundering in your ears and chest heaving.
Your eyes snapped open in surprise when you felt a tongue dragging over your skin, but before you could crane your head around to see what’s happening, you felt a warm weight pressing down on you.
“My turn,” Bucky growled into your ear, hands gripping your hips and lifting you enough to slip inside of you.
Eyes nearly rolling back into your head, you hovered just on this side of overstimulation as Bucky didn’t hold back anymore than Steve had. Your body felt like a live wire, electric pleasure sparking through you with every thrust of Bucky’s hips.
“Be a good girl and come for me,” Bucky demanded harshly, his teeth nipping and nibbling at your neck. As if you were waiting for the command, your body shuddered and your toes curled as you did what he wanted.
He groaned in your ear, voice breathless as he mumbled a strained, ‘good girl’. Then you felt him stiffen and heat bloomed deep inside of you as he filled you. It had you fluttering around his knot, a low whimper escaping you when Bucky’s weight pressed heavier against you for a moment.
Then Bucky stretched you both out on your sides. It wasn’t all that comfortable but you didn’t care. When your eyes opened, you were a little surprised to find Steve’s face inches from yours. Smiling warmly, you reached out and traced your finger over his nose and lips before offering yours for a kiss.
“You gonna want a bath in a little bit?” Steve asked.
“That sounds nice,” you answered tiredly. “And then maybe a nap.”
“You’ll have to take the nap alone, princes.”
“Awe, why?”
Steve smiled a little at your pouting. “Because, unfortunately there’s a mission that’s gonna require both of us.”
Nerves sprang to life inside of you and you studied his face. “So I’ll be all alone?”
“Only for a day or two, I think,” Steve said, his eyes drawn to Bucky as he shifted up on his elbow.
“The thing from earlier?” Bucky asked.
“Yeah,” Steve said, looking back at you. “I’m gonna go get that bath started for you.”
You thanked him as he withdrew, leaning your head back against Bucky’s arm again. His metal fingers stroked your hip. “You’ll be okay.”
“I know. I just have gotten used to at least one of you being around.”
“I tried the cake,” Bucky said suddenly.
“Hey! That’s for Bruce.”
“Sorry, but I had to make sure you didn’t ruin it.” He laughed when you glared over your shoulder at him. “Relax, doll, turns out I was wrong and you were right. There wasn’t too much vanilla.”
“I told you so,” you said, face smug. Shaking his head, Bucky kissed you before pulling out of you, making you hiss a little in surprise. He scooped you up and carried you into the bathroom for your bath. Might as well help you with that before he and Steve had to leave.