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Mentally talking himself through a few steadying breaths, Bucky did his best to stare dreamily off into the distance while Jimmy, their wedding photographer, snapped away somewhere off to his right. Not that it was all that hard to look dreamy with Steve, his husband, pressed up close behind him, arms tight around his waist and lips brushing over his cheek with every exhale. Of course, despite the much appreciated cuddling, Bucky would still rather be doing pretty much anything else with his new spouse, but then he'd known from the start that this was hardly going to be his favourite part of the day.  

Admittedly, if someone were to ask him why he hated this so much when he was more than happy for Steve to photograph him in the most compromising of positions, he didn't think he'd have been able to formulate an answer that made sense, but the fact was, if his husband hadn't been making doubly sure to keep a constant hand on him, Bucky was pretty certain he'd have vibrated out of his fancy suit with anxiety at the point. Still, Pepper had all but begged them to pose for a few official photographs for the inevitable press release and as much as he hated this kind of attention these days, he hadn't had the heart to say no. At least, not when Steve had been the one to actually ask him, and whilst he knew his new husband probably would have made do with a selfie, even Bucky could admit that it would be nice to have something a little more artistic to hang on their wall in commemoration of their wedding day. Their wedding day. He mentally shook his head at himself. Even right in the midst of it, he was still struggling to believe it was actually real. 

"And now if you turn to face each other," Jimmy directed them, pulling him back into the moment, "and Bucky if you bring your hand up- whichever one you want is fine- and just rest it against Steve's neck and Steve if you- yes, perfect!" the photographer babbled giddily as Steve mirrored the movement before leaning in closer, resting his forehead against Bucky's with an achingly soft smile playing across his lips. 

"Hi," his husband murmured. 

"Hey," he whispered back with a pretty damn sappy smile of his own. 

"You ok?" 

"I'm married to you, I don't think I'm ever gonna be ok again," he teased, his heart turning over in his chest at the way Steve's eyes lit up at the words. 

"Jerk," the other man complained fondly, ignoring the photographer entirely as he leaned in for the sort of kiss that would definitely not be providing suitable material for Pepper's press release, although Bucky hoped Jimmy was still snapping away, because the public's loss would most definitely be his gain. 

They didn't part until the photographer pointedly cleared his throat, but when Steve looked up guiltily, the man easily brushed aside his half-formed attempt at an apology. 

"I promise you're not the first newlyweds to get carried away and I'm certain you won't be the last. It's your big day, you should enjoy every single moment. So, how about we take just a few more with the bridge in the background and then I'll let you go and enjoy yourselves?" 

Nodding in acquiescence, Bucky let Steve guide him across the rooftop to where the Brooklyn Bridge stood proud over the glittering East River, a comforting reminder that even in this strange new world they'd somehow found themselves in, some things never changed... The architectural marvel that had always been a part of their Brooklyn. The way the water still sparkled like diamonds in the sunlight. Bucky and Steve; friends, lovers, two halves of a whole. Husbands. Turned out that not all change was bad after all. 

"That's great," Jimmy interrupted his thoughts and he snapped back to reality with a start to find his husband grinning at him with a knowing smirk on his face, "I think we're about done here, so I'll leave you two to steal a few minutes alone before your head into the reception." 

"Thank you," Steve offered politely, reaching out to shake the other man's hand. 

"Thanks," Bucky reiterated with a smile that came far easier than usual, offering his own hand. 

"You're very welcome," Jimmy squeezed his fingers for a fleeting moment before stepping back. "Congratulations again," he added with a jaunty wave, collecting his camera bag before disappearing into the building and finally leaving them blessedly alone for the first time all day. 

"Hello, husband," Steve murmured as he slipped his hands beneath Bucky's jacket, pulling him close. 

"Hello, yourself," he grinned, draping his own arms around the other man's neck as he leaned into the embrace. 

"How you feeling?" Steve asked, working a thick thigh in between Bucky's and making it perfectly clear what he was really asking about. 

"Good, Captain," he promised, rocking his hips forward just enough for his cage to nudge against the solid muscle of Steve's leg. "Ready," he added hopefully, shivering when his husband chuckled darkly in response. 

"Ready, huh? That what you want, baby? We've been married for how long and you're already desperate for my cock. Want me to just bend you over the railing and take you right here and now, is that it? Where anyone could see?" 

"Oh please," he begged helplessly, rutting against the other man as if there was even any friction to be had with his cock still locked away within its metal confines. 

"But what about all our friends? They're waiting for us to start the party." 

"We waited seventy years, they can wait a few more minutes," he griped without really thinking about what he was saying, startling a little when Steve suddenly laughed loudly in response. 

"Fuck, baby, I love you so much, you know that?" 

"Well you did marry me." 

"I did," Steve agreed, leaning in to press a chaste kiss against the corner of his mouth. 

"I'm glad," Bucky confessed with a slightly lopsided smile as his thoughts skipped back to the moment, barely an hour earlier, when he'd walked into the prettily decorated bar on the floor below to find Steve Rogers, the love of his impossible life, waiting for him at the end of the aisle. 

Admittedly, the ceremony itself had passed in something of a blur, though he didn't think he'd ever forget the way Steve had looked. How beautiful he was in his perfectly tailored suit, how bright his smile had been as he'd gazed back at Bucky with his heart in his eyes, how unshakably earnest he'd been while reciting his vows... And to think Bucky had actually been dumb enough to argue with him about that.  

Not that he'd exactly changed his mind, he still thought it would have been nice to write their own, after all, till death do us part didn't have quite the same kick when for all intents and purposes they'd both already died. Steve, however, had been convinced that if Bucky was given free rein he'd have descended into filth and, well, his husband wasn't entirely wrong, but it wasn't that which had swayed him to the other man's way of thinking. Instead, it had been the suggestion that if the world had been a better place for them, if they could have lived a normal happy life in their own time and somehow still got married, they'd have sworn their undying love in front of their families, using the same words their parents had before them, and their parents before that, and if that wasn't fucking romantic, he didn't know what was.  

Of course, in the end Steve had been right, again, and it had been perfect. Repeating those same vows their parents had uttered so many years ago had been the perfect echo of the past that created them in the future that had redefined them, and when Steve had slid his ring onto Bucky's finger, eyes so full of emotion that a couple of tears couldn't help but spill over his cheeks, well, no one could blame him if his own eyes had got more than a little misty. Steve always had been good at making him cry.  

"You want me to fuck you?" his husband asked bluntly, pulling him back to the present with a pleasant jolt.  

"Yes, please."  

"Alright," Steve smirked, letting one hand slide over his ass to tease between his cheeks, evidently searching for the plug. "You been a good boy for me?" he asked, a little rhetorically, Bucky thought, since the question was accompanied by the pointed press of fingers over the base of the toy he was wearing.  

"Yes, Captain," he gasped anyway, rocking helplessly into the pressure.  

"Let me see."  

"Wha- here?" he burst out, voice at least an octave higher than normal.  

"I thought you wanted to be watched?" Steve continued innocently and, well, he wasn't exactly wrong, but this was... It was...  

Not that he meant it, he couldn't mean it, but that didn't stop Bucky from thinking about it, imagining it, how it would feel to know that anyone might look up and see them going at it. Plus the chances were high that if they did do something so reckless, they'd end up splashed all over the press and then even more people would see them... But it couldn't happen. Steve would never let them get caught, not least because no one would give a damn about Pepper's carefully crafted press release if it was superceded by a photoset of them fucking in broad daylight, in the middle of the rooftop bar of the swanky Brooklyn hotel they'd chosen to get married in. The hotel Tony had booked out two whole floors of with only a few months' notice, purely so the story wouldn't leak until they were ready to go public with it.  

He didn't realise how caught up in his own thoughts he'd got until Steve chuckled in his ear, bringing him back to himself and alerting him to the fact he'd been rocking almost desperately against his husband, pressing back against his hand in an effort to work the plug into his needy hole.  

"We'll talk about it, ok?" Steve offered, his tone soothing as he pressed a kiss against Bucky's temple, "I'll work something out, baby, I promise, but for now, how about we find somewhere a little more private, hmm?"  

"Yes, Captain," he agreed immediately, though he couldn't quite bite back the whimper of loss when the other man stepped back.  

"Come on," Steve encouraged with a soft laugh, catching him by the hand and leading him back into the building.  

They didn't go far and the next thing he knew, he was being pressed against the locked door of an opulently decorated restroom as his husband all but devoured his mouth.  

"Want you so much, Buck," the other man murmured when he drew back. "You feel that?" he added rubbing his erection against Bucky's hip with a low hiss of pleasure, "You feel how much I want you?"  

"Captain, please," he begged, his fingers scrabbling at Steve's waist, wanting his pants gone but knowing better than to do it without permission.  

"In a minute," his husband promised, but his voice was kind as he made quick work of the buttons on Bucky's jacket, helping him out of it before hanging it carefully on a hook screwed to the back of the door.  

His shirt was next, but rather than removing it, Steve simply left it hanging open, his bowtie belatedly pulled free of the open collar and stuffed roughly into his husband's own pocket. 

"Much better," Steve gave him an approving once over, before gesturing towards his own crotch. "Go on then," he finally allowed, "take me out."  

With a soft moan, Bucky did just that, quickly unbuckling the other man's belt and easing open his fly until he could push both pants and underwear down far enough to reveal his rock hard cock.  

"Please," he begged as he stared down at it, "please, I want... Please."  

"On your knees."  

Moaning louder this time, he dropped quickly, opening his mouth immediately, ready for his husband to feed him his cock.  

"There you go," Steve crooned as he pushed in between his lips, one hand cupping his jaw whilst the other ran soothingly through his hair, messing up the neatly coiffed style and making absolutely sure that everyone would know exactly what they'd been getting up to by the time they finally rejoined the party. "Look at you, baby, so happy."  

Humming his contentment, he pushed his face closer, swallowing Steve deep and relishing the way the other man's breath hitched in response. 

"Take me so good," his husband praised, tightening his grip on Bucky's hair as he thrust in right to the root and held him in place, "Wish I could show everyone how perfect you are for me."  

If he could have made a sound then, he would have, his head filling with images triggered by Steve's words, of him on his knees just like this in the middle of their wedding reception, or maybe even on the podium in front of the press when Pepper broke the news of their nuptials. He was so caught up, in fact, that it wasn't until the other man dragged him off his cock that he realised he'd been growing a little lightheaded with the lack of air.  

"Up," Steve tugged on his hair until he stumbled drunkenly to his feet, all but falling over the marble counter his husband pushed him into.  

There was a large mirror hanging on the wall in front of him and he looked up automatically, seeking out Steve's eyes in the reflection, only for the other man to shake his head.  

"Don't look at me, baby, look at yourself. Look how gone you are for me already," his husband told him as he reached around him, quickly working Bucky's pants open and shoving both layers of clothing down his thighs. "Want you to see what I see when I fuck you. What everyone would see if I'd done this on the roof like you wanted."  

Bucky whimpered at that, watching the way his own cheeks flushed darkly at Steve's words, but he couldn't pretend it wasn't getting him even hotter, his cock straining desperately against its cage and just about visible at the bottom of his reflection.  

As the other man moved around behind him, Bucky continued to watch himself, imagining how someone else might perceive him if they were to see him now, locked up and unable to come, yet so blatantly desperate for it anyway. 

"You ready, Buck?" Steve asked after a moment, reclaiming his attention as much with his words as with the way his fingers reached between his cheeks to toy with the plug. 

"Yes, Captain," he agreed quickly, spreading his legs as far as they'd go within the confines of the clothing caught around his thighs.  

"I guess we'll see, won't we?" his husband retorted as he pulled the bejewelled metal free of his body. "Hold this, baby, we're not done with it yet."  

Taking the plug from the other man's hand, Bucky dutifully held onto it as the toy was replaced by two thick fingers, pushing deep inside him.  

"Hmm," Steve mused aloud, "not as wet as you could be."  

"I'm sorry, Captain," he apologised immediately, though his husband must have known he'd done as much as he could get away with without risking leaking through his suit as he walked down the aisle. 

"No matter," Steve reassured him, retrieving a sachet of slick from behind his pocket square, pulling his fingers free of Bucky's body and tearing it open.  

It probably shouldn't have surprised him that the other man was prepared, because why wouldn't he be after sending Bucky to his own wedding in a plug and a cage, but the idea that Steve had recited his vows with lube in his pocket only got him hotter and he couldn't quite bite back his whimper as he watched the other man squeezing the slick onto his fingers in the mirror.  

"There, there," Steve murmured, his tone thick with condescension as he coated his erection with the rest of the lube, messily spreading the excess around Bucky's hole. "I'll wet you up just right, baby," he added with a purr, pushing into him without any further hesitation until their hips were pressed together, bodies flush.  

"Thank you," he moaned, though whether he was thanking the other man for his words or his dick, even he couldn't say for sure.  

He was mostly expecting Steve to tease him, to fuck him slow and shallow or simply not move at all, but perhaps his husband was more desperate for it than he'd let on, because that wasn't what happened at all. In fact, Bucky barely had a second to appreciate the feeling of being stuffed full before Steve was pulling out halfway, only to fuck back into him hard. 

It was nearly enough to send him flying into the solid marble countertop, but then his husband was gripping his hips, holding him firmly in place as he started to thrust in earnest and oh it was bliss. It didn't even matter that he couldn't get hard, that he wouldn't be able to find his own release. All that mattered to him was Steve, all he cared about was that Steve felt good, that Steve came. 

"Keep watching yourself," the other man demanded suddenly and it was only then that he realised he'd let his eyes wander, fixing automatically on his husband as he continued to fuck him hard and fast. 

"Yes, Captain," he panted, returning his gaze to his own face, at his flushed cheeks and parted lips, at the way his mostly bare chest heaved and his whole body jolted with every sharp thrust of Steve's hips, and he wished... Fuck, he wished everyone could see this. Wished he could show the world how good he could be for his Captain, how well he could take him, how happy he was to be nothing more than a tight wet hole for Steve to use. 

"Good boy," the other man growled roughly, his hips starting to slam loudly against Bucky's ass, enough that he wondered if anyone passing by the door to their little hideout might possibly be able to hear it. "You keep watching and I'll give you a reward." 

"I'll be good, I promise I'll be good," he vowed, forcing his gaze to stay focused on his own debauched appearance. "Want to be so good for you." 

"You gonna let me come in you?" Steve asked as if Bucky didn't regularly beg him for exactly that, "You gonna take every drop I give you and let me plug you up again after? You gonna keep it all safe inside you through our wedding reception? Right through our speeches and while I spin you around the dance floor in front of all of our friends? You gonna do that for me, Buck?" 

"Yes! Please, please, yes," he babbled desperately, forcing himself to be good, to keep his gaze locked on his own wide-eyed expression, because there was no way he was going to fuck this up now, no single chance in hell that he would give up what the other man was offering him. 

"So good for me, Buck," Steve purred, releasing his hips in favour of wrapping one arm tight around his abdomen, holding him in place as he lifted his now free hand to pinch one of Bucky's nipples sharply between his fingers. 

He was helping him, Bucky realised abruptly, as those wicked digits danced across his chest to abuse his other nipple in exactly the same way. Steve was giving him something to focus on, to make it easier for him to keep his eyes where they were supposed to be and it was almost too much for him to bear. 

"Please, Captain, please, please," he begged, "Come in me. Fill me up. Let me have it, please. I'll be good, I'll be so good." 

"Yeah?" Steve demanded, though he was panting now, getting close to the edge. "You gonna watch your pretty cock for me? You gonna watch the way it's straining against its little cage, trying so hard to get stiff?" Steve's hand dropped suddenly, releasing his nipple in favour of tugging on his balls, his thumb rubbing teasingly over the metal keeping Bucky confined, "You gonna watch it try and fail while I come inside you. While my big, hard cock fills you up until you need that plug back in your hole just to keep it all from spilling out of you?" 

"Yes!" he cried, helplessly, eyes locked on his crotch and the way the cage bounced with every sharp thrust as Steve's hands returned to his hips, holding him tightly in place as he jackrabbited into him for only a few seconds longer until, with a rough exhale, he came, pumping his release into Bucky's body as his own cock remained small and helpless in the cage his husband had locked him in. 

"Good boy," Steve murmured as he thrust slowly a few more times. "Such a good boy for me, baby, I'm so proud of you." 

"Thank you, Captain," he preened, feeling almost sated just from the relief of doing a good job, no matter how desperately horny he still felt. 

A soft kiss was pressed to the side of his face and he finally looked up to meet the other man's eyes in the mirror, shivering a little at the raw affection he found there. He was so distracted in fact, that he wasn't even fully aware of it when Steve pried the plug free of his fingers and it was only when the other man carefully pulled out of him, only to immediately fill him back up with the polished metal toy that he realised his hand was now empty. 

"You gonna keep that there for me, baby?" his husband asked as he gently patted at the base before reaching around Bucky to rinse off his hands in the sink. 

"Yes, Captain," he promised immediately, knowing perfectly well that the plug was not going anywhere until the other man took it out himself, or ordered Bucky to do it for him. 

"Good boy," Steve praised as he stepped away, wiping himself down with a damp paper towel, before washing his hands properly and putting his clothes to rights. 

By the time he returned to Bucky, still half naked and bent over the counter where his husband had left him, he looked almost pristine; a bit pink cheeked from exertion perhaps, but otherwise perfectly neat and tidy. It only made Bucky look even more debauched by comparison and when Steve started to fix his clothing for him, reaching around to refasten his shirt buttons and then pulling up his pants, it did surprisingly little to change how much of a mess he looked. His hair was unsalvageable and with his bowtie missing and the top couple of buttons of his shirt apparently intentionally left open, he looked like he'd been thoroughly ravished. The only thing missing, in fact, was a big purple hickey, something his husband obviously agreed with given the way he spun Bucky around and then immediately buried his face in his neck. 

The sharp scrape of teeth against the base of his throat was quickly followed by a harsh, sucking pressure that had his back arching helplessly, his hands gripping at the counter behind him as he tried to keep from collapsing when his knees abruptly buckled beneath him. Not that Steve would have let him fall, his arms quickly circling Bucky's waist and pulling him close, even as he continued to maul his neck with lips, teeth and tongue. 

"Much better," the other man declared as he pulled back with a satisfied grin, "Now everyone will know exactly what we've been up to." 

"Yes, Captain," he agreed with a shudder, though he highly doubted any of their wedding party would be able to guess the specifics.  

"You happy, Buck?" Steve asked, giving him a squeeze. 

"Yes, Captain," he repeated with a contented sigh as he leaned into the embrace. 

"Good," he felt lips pressing softly against his temple. "You feel full?" 

"Ye-" Bucky started to answer automatically only then Steve's fingers slipped down over his ass to press lightly against the base of the plug through his clothes and oh... 

"Bucky?" his husband prompted when he trailed off without finishing. 

"Uh, sort of?" he managed, shifting his weight and feeling the way the plug moved inside him, no longer held quite as snugly in place as it had been before he'd got so thoroughly fucked. 

"Go on," Steve stepped back completely, crossing his arms over his chest as he waited to receive a proper answer to his question. 

"I feel full of you," Bucky promised immediately, because he did, even if he couldn't actually feel it. Just the knowledge of it was enough for him, knowing his insides were wet and messy with Steve's cum. "But the plug isn't that big and you are," he explained, "I'm all open now and I think it might not be enough," he bit his lip, "I'm scared you're going to leak out of me." 

"Aww, baby," his husband offered, the words comforting, but his tone deliciously mocking. "Are you telling me that your pretty hole is gaping so wide that you're gonna make a mess of your pants, even though I made sure to plug you up again straight away?" 

"Yes, Captain," he nodded, his cheeks flushing at the admission. 

"Well, I guess it's a good thing we're already done with the photos, huh, Buck?" Steve stepped forward again then, grabbing hold of his ass with both hands and pointedly pulling his cheeks apart. "Because if you're going to leak through all your clothes, if you're going to end up with a wet, messy stain on the back of your pants," he reached round even further, toying with the plug again, and Bucky was almost sure he could feel a slick little trail dribbling out of him to slide filthily down his perineum, "it's probably for the best that the only people who'll see it are all of our friends," he finished with a wicked smirk. 

"Oh!" Bucky gasped, his hips jolting forward entirely of their own accord. 

"Oh indeed," Steve teased, stepping back again and this time moving away completely, retrieving Bucky's jacket from the door and helping him into it. "You ready to go join the party?" his husband asked when he was all buttoned up again, his expression serious as he checked in with him. 

"Yes, Captain," he promised after taking a moment to consider, knowing the other man expected an honest answer, "I'm ready." 

"Good boy," Steve leaned in for a kiss, quick and gentle, before reaching past him to unlock the door and then guiding him out of the room. 

--- 

The reception, much like the ceremony itself, was small and informal whilst still being so lavish that Bucky couldn't quite believe it. Of course, he'd been living in the Tower for long enough that he was mostly used to Stark's standard of opulence, but he, or rather, Pepper, really seemed to have outdone herself today. The room had been decorated beautifully, with bright colourful flowers overflowing from every available surface, and a jazz quartet situated in one corner kept up a cheerful buzz of background music while Steve and Bucky chatted to the assembled Avengers and their respective partners, munching on delicious finger foods and sipping from seemingly bottomless flutes of champagne. 

Even their speeches had been in keeping with the relaxed air, Bucky throwing in just enough filthy jokes to make his husband blush, only for Steve to thoroughly get his own back, sharing far more information about their courtship than Bucky would have anticipated. So much so that he hadn't even realised he was rocking in his chair, absently working the plug in his hole, until the other man shot him a knowing look, leaving him blushing hotly as he recalled the mess he was almost certainly making of his shorts.  

The dances Steve had uncharacteristically insisted upon had only made his predicament markedly worse, and when they finally stopped for a break, loitering at the side of the room while they sipped on yet more glasses of champagne, Bucky knew he wasn't merely imagining the dampness in his pants. 

"How you doing?" Steve asked lightly, though his expression made it more than obvious that he'd noticed the way Bucky was fidgeting. 

"I'm a mess," he retorted flatly, reaching around and attempting to subtly pull at his underwear where it was sticking uncomfortably to his skin. 

"Aww, you poor thing," his husband soothed, wrapping an arm around his waist to pull him closer, only to immediately let his hand slip down over Bucky's ass, pressing between his cheeks and making the whole situation infinitely worse. "Mmm, I see what you mean," Steve added, somehow managing to get a grip on the base of the toy and giving it a tug, "You know your pants are getting a little damp, Buck. If you're not careful, someone might notice." Steve let go, only to press hard against the plug, pushing it as deep as it would go and rubbing at it insistently. 

"Captain!" he gasped, achingly aware of their very public setting. In fact, when his eyes darted a little wildly around the room, wondering if anyone had heard his exclamation, he found Natasha looking straight back at him, a knowing expression on her face. 

"Really, Steve?" she announced as she crossed the room to speak to them, giving Bucky an obvious once over before turning to his husband. "You couldn't even make it to the reception before you had to have your way with him?" 

"I don't know what you mean," Steve replied, voice all sweetly innocent, his expression anything but. 

"His hair," she pointed to Bucky's head, "his throat," her finger dipped a little lower, "his bowtie, which is sticking out of your pocket," she nodded to the offending strip of material which was indeed hanging out of Steve's pants pocket, "and the look on his face," she finished with a smirk. 

"Alright, you got me," his husband lifted his free hand in surrender even as his other hand pressed hard against the plug, making Bucky jump. 

"And you've got him," Natasha gave him another pointed look up and down. "You're a lucky son of a bitch, Rogers." 

"Don't I know it," Steve finally left off playing with his ass to pull him close against his side, pressing a kiss into the birdsnest that was his hair, then looking back at Natasha. "He's the best thing that ever happened to me." 

"And don't you forget it," she retorted, her tone almost sharp and Bucky found his gaze darting between the two of them, beginning to wonder if he'd missed something important. 

"I won't, Nat, I swear. You can skip the rest of the shovel talk." 

"The shovel talk?" he echoed, shocked into speech, because yes, he supposed Natasha was his friend now, but she'd been Steve's friend first and he knew better than most how tight a bond the two Avengers had with each other. If anyone should be getting a talking to right now, it was most definitely him. 

"He ever forgets how damn lucky he is?" Natasha answered, "You come talk to me, I'll make sure to remind him." 

"Um, thanks?" 

"Don't mention it," she offered him a beatific smile. "Now go on, let him have one more chance to show you off and then you can escape to the honeymoon suite like I know you're dying to." 

"How about it, Buck?" Steve queried, holding out his free hand in invitation, "One last dance before we get out of here?" 

"Ok," he agreed, settling his fingers in his husband's palm without a hint of hesitation. 

"Mmm, he really is a good boy, isn't he?" Natasha commented as Steve started to lead him away and Bucky almost tripped over his own feet, only managing to stay upright thanks to the arm the other man still had around his waist. 

"The best," Steve called over his shoulder with a grin, spinning Bucky around once and then tugging him into his embrace. "Aren't you, baby?" he added, loud enough that there was no doubt that Natasha could still hear him. 

"Yes, Captain," he agreed as his husband began moving them to the rhythm of the slow bluesy song the band were playing. 

He heard Natasha snort at the title, but before he could think of an acceptable response, she was turning away, presumably in order to give the two of them at least the illusion of privacy. In fact, he had already dismissed her from his thoughts when she glanced back, a downright devious smirk on her face as she looked him over one last time before saying, "You know, Bucky, you've got a little something on your pants," she dropped her eyes pointedly to his ass, before meeting his startled gaze straight on, "just thought you should know." 

As she disappeared off to the other side of the room where Clint was still happily munching his way through what remained of the dessert trays, Bucky thought he may well just give up and burst into flames. Of course, the idea of getting caught appealed to him immensely, but actually getting caught? Well he was no less turned on and he was well aware that if his cock wasn't locked down he'd be hard as rock right now, but it didn't stop his cheeks heating up until he thought the whole room must have noticed their glow. Feeling Steve shaking against him and realising that his husband was laughing at him only made it all so much worse... and so much better. 

"Steve," he whispered, too out of sorts to use his title, only to immediately settle when the other man abruptly stopped moving, simply hugging him close instead. 

"I've got you," Steve promised, rubbing his hand soothingly up and down Bucky's spine, "You want to get out of here?" 

"Yes please," he nodded, only to frown a little as something belatedly occurred to him, "But not because Natasha saw." 

"No?" Steve prompted, pulling back far enough to see his face, but keeping him wrapped safely in his arms. 

"No," he shook his head, certain his cheeks must be even redder, but knowing he had to make sure the other man understood, "I don't mind that she knows, that she saw what a mess I am," he shifted uncomfortably at the reminder of his sticky pants. 

"You don't mind?" his husband queried, because of course he'd picked up on that. 

"I liked it," he corrected himself, torn between joy and embarrassment when Steve smiled proudly at him for his confession, "I liked her knowing, I liked her seeing, I just, I want you and I know I can't have you here, so... I want to go now. I want to be alone with you."  

"Of course, baby," Steve agreed immediately, already beginning to guide him off the dance floor and towards the doors. 

"Hey, what happened to throwing the bouquet?" Stark called just before they reached their destination. 

"Here, catch," his husband shot back, lifting an entire centrepiece off of one of the tables and making as if he was about to throw it straight at the billionaire's head. 

"Try this one?" Pepper offered, somehow materialising out of nowhere with a neat little posy in her outstretched hand. 

"Really?" Steve demanded, though he returned his oversized bouquet to the table he'd taken it from without trashing the decorations in a fit of pique. 

"It's tradition," she smiled, "and it'll make Tony's day." 

"Alright," Steve rolled his eyes, before glancing at Bucky, "You want to do the honours?" 

The words were phrased as a question, but he knew an order when he heard one. Reaching out, he took the flowers from Pepper's hand, taking just a second to glance at the gathered crowd, before shooting his husband a winning grin and throwing the posy over his shoulder. 

From Clint's cry of horror, he could already tell he'd hit his mark before he'd even turned around, but he looked anyway to see Natasha waggling the flowers at her obviously slightly panicked boyfriend with a downright evil looking grin. 

"But how am I supposed to compete with them?" he was asking whoever happened to be closest, his arm waving dramatically in Bucky and Steve's direction. "Did you hear those speeches?" 

"Don't worry, I'll write yours for you," Natasha announced as she crossed the room, draping herself over Clint and kissing him hard on the mouth. 

"You will?" he asked hopefully, but Bucky didn't hear her reply, too distracted by the sudden wall of heat pressing against his back. 

"I think that's our cue," Steve murmured in his ear, and all Bucky could do was nod as his husband led him from the room, leaving their wedding party behind them as they headed off to start their honeymoon. 

--- 

Admittedly the honeymoon proper wouldn't start until the following morning when they planned to drive upstate to a private cabin Pepper had rented for them, but tonight they were booked into the honeymoon suite of the hotel and as far as Bucky was concerned that meant their honeymoon officially started the moment Steve pushed open the door and guided him inside. 

"Well this is nice," his husband whistled as they took in the luxurious living area, the huge bed only partially visible through a wide architectural arch on the far side of the room. 

"Very nice," he agreed, suddenly feeling a little overwhelmed by the sheer extravagance of it all. "Kinda crazy when you think about it," he added, "They wouldn't have even let us work in a place like this before the war." 

"You're not wrong," Steve acknowledged as he moved to where a bottle of champagne had been left in an ice bucket, two glasses standing neatly beside it. 

While his husband popped the cork, Bucky found himself gazing helplessly around the room, taking in everything from the actual bar where Steve was currently pouring out yet more champagne, to the expansive living space, complete with two overstuffed armchairs, a three seater sofa and a coffee table that looked more artistic than functional. 

"Bucky?" 

The sound of his name yanked him out of his head and he looked up to find the other man watching him from across the room, a champagne flute in one hand and the ice bucket in the other. 

"I'm sorry," he started to apologise, kicking himself for letting his thoughts run away from him, only for his husband to cut him off before he could say anything further. 

"Strip," Steve ordered and just like that, Bucky felt himself relax. 

"Yes, Captain," he nodded, immediately reaching for the buttons on his jacket. 

He undressed quickly, tucking his socks into his shoes and neatly folding each item of clothing, placing it in a pile on the seat of one of the armchairs. When he pulled off his pants, he couldn't resist giving them a quick once over, only to flush darkly when he caught sight of the small, but by no means invisible damp patch that he'd left on them. Unsurprisingly, his underwear turned out to be in an even worse state and he knew he had to be almost scarlet by the time he lifted his head to look back at Steve. 

In the time Bucky had spent undressing, it seemed his husband had done a little undressing of his own. His jacket and bow tie were tossed carelessly onto the second armchair and he'd unbuttoned his shirt, opening it wide enough to reveal his chest and the familiar key on its chain that Bucky had seen him put on only the night before. The thought that other man had been wearing the key to Bucky's cage, not just throughout their wedding, but possibly since the moment he'd locked Bucky into it, was so ridiculously enticing that he was almost more turned on by that than the fact that Steve had also opened his pants and was now lazily stroking his cock as he sipped from the champagne glass in his other hand. 

From the knowing smirk on his husband's face, he suspected Steve knew exactly what he was thinking about. Well that or he'd noticed what Bucky had hoped were discreet attempts at checking the state of his clothes, but either way, the other man was clearly well aware of how affected he was by everything that was happening.  

Sure enough, his husband didn't leave him hanging for long, letting him squirm for only a moment or two before pointing at the floor in front of him. "Come here." 

"Yes, Captain." He padded over to where Steve had seated himself at the far end of the sofa before dropping to his knees between the other man's splayed legs and sitting back on his feet. 

"Good boy," Steve smiled approvingly, draining the last of his champagne before refilling it from the bottle he'd left on the side table. "To us!" he proclaimed with a flourish, giving him a look that made it clear he was expecting the sentiment to be returned. 

"To us," he echoed softly, watching as his husband took a sip of the pale liquid before leaning forward and holding the glass to Bucky's mouth. 

Parting his lips, he stayed as still as he could, letting the other man feed him another sip of the wine that had been flowing like water all afternoon. Of course, the alcohol had just as little of an effect on them as if they had been drinking water, but that hadn't stopped him from enjoying the taste. 

"Hmm," Steve murmured consideringly, as he tipped the glass for Bucky again, "Do me a favour, baby, and don't swallow the next mouthful." 

Slightly confused, but perfectly willing to obey, Bucky held the liquid on his tongue as he watched his husband return the flute to the side table before shifting his grip on his cock and aiming it pointedly towards Bucky's mouth. 

"Well?" the other man raised an eyebrow and he didn't need any more encouragement than that. 

Pushing himself up onto his knees, he leaned in, carefully wrapping his lips around Steve's cock whilst doing his best not to spill his mouthful of champagne. Admittedly, he still wasn't quite sure what this was all about, but then he didn't need to know, he just needed to do as he was told and leave the rest of it to his husband. Not that his little pep talk made him any more prepared for the sudden burst of laughter. 

"It tickles," the other man explained when Bucky looked up at him and oh, that made sense, what with the bubbles from the champagne still popping faintly on his tongue. "You can swallow now," Steve added, waiting for his throat to work before pulling him back off his cock. 

"Was it good?" he asked curiously as he followed the gentle tug of the other man's hand, settling back into position. 

"Being in your mouth is always good," Steve assured him with a chuckle, "but I think we can skip the champagne next time." 

"Yes, Captain," Bucky giggled a little himself, before opening up automatically when his husband picked up the glass again, holding it to his lips. 

He drank the rest of the wine that way, sip by sip from Steve's hand, until there was only a bit left at the bottom of the flute. Thanks to the shape of the glass, he'd been having to tip his head further and further back with each mouthful, but even so, he knew perfectly well he could have managed it all without spilling a drop had the other man wanted him to. When the last of the champagne ended up tipped over his chin, however, dripping down his throat and onto his chest, he knew it was exactly what Steve had wanted to happen.  

"Oh, Bucky," his husband sighed as he returned the flute to the side table before leaning in close to lick at the wine on his face, "Look at what a mess you've made." 

"Sorry, Captain," he managed to get out, though the words came out slightly muffled when the other man's tongue drifted over his lower lip before dipping fleetingly in between them for a not-quite kiss. 

"What am I going to do with you, huh?" Steve queried, running his fingers through the liquid dripping down Bucky's chest, only to shove the digits into his mouth before he could even attempt an answer. "You really are such a mess," he added, his other hand reaching round to slide between Bucky's ass cheeks, not to press against the plug for once, but to circle his slick rim instead, where it was stretched just slightly open around the neck of the toy. 

"You know," Steve continued casually, "I had planned on taking you straight to bed, but just look at the state of you, Buck. You'll mess up the nice clean sheets." 

If he could have apologised, he would have, but with his husband's fingers wedging his mouth open and pressing down on his tongue he could do little more than moan. Still, the other man seemed to catch his meaning and he nodded in understanding. 

"I know you're sorry, baby, but that doesn't make you any less messy, now, does it?" 

Bucky shook his head contritely. 

"I tell you what," Steve offered, "Since you've been so good today, if you can think of something in here that I can use to clean you up with then I'll take you to bed, how about that?" 

Nodding quickly in agreement, he let his eyes trail around the room even as he remained rooted to the floor at his husband's feet, wondering if there might be a bottle of water in the bar that they could use. 

"Oh and Buck?" Steve added, finally pulling his hands back from Bucky's body, "We're not opening anything new, ok? We haven't even finished the champagne, we wouldn't want to waste anything else." 

"Yes, Captain," he agreed, even as he felt his features twist into a confused frown. 

It was obvious that the other man had something specific in mind, but it wasn't immediately obvious to him what that was. After all, the only liquid he could see was the open champagne and that would doubtlessly leave him even stickier than he was already.  

"Any ideas?" Steve queried after a moment, reaching out to the side and curling an absent hand around the neck of the open bottle.  

"I don't-" he started, only to cut himself off with a startled gasp when the other man's grip shifted, the bottle rattling against the melting ice surrounding it.  

"Yes?" his husband pressed, repeating the movement of his wrist, smirking when Bucky automatically shivered at the sound. 

They'd only played with ice once before, a few days after they'd got engaged, but Bucky had enjoyed it even more than he'd expected to. He knew Steve hadn't been that keen on it, that he really wasn't a fan of the cold and would rather not freeze his fingertips off whilst running ice cubes all over Bucky's trembling body, but he'd been willing to try it for Bucky's sake. Likewise, however, Bucky had been perfectly willing for it to be a one time deal. He'd enjoyed it, sure, but he enjoyed all sorts of things and he didn't need to do anything that put the other man in a position where he wasn't one hundred percent comfortable. Of course they'd talked about it afterwards, had agreed that it wouldn't be something they'd do often, but Steve had insisted that he wasn't going to take it off the table completely. Just because it didn't really do it for him, didn't mean he didn't enjoy seeing the effect it had on Bucky and he could stand to give him a treat every now and then. Apparently, tonight was treat night. 

"You could use the ice?" he suggested breathlessly, his body going taut with anticipation.  

"Ice, huh?" Steve queried as if he hadn't clearly been guiding him towards that exact conclusion.  

"Please?" he couldn't help begging just a little.  

"You'd better put this under you then, so you don't go making even more of a mess," his husband teased, offering him a folded hand towel that he seemed to conjure from thin air.  

Nodding obediently, he quickly moved to spread the terrycloth out over the expensive carpet before retaking his place at Steve's feet. He'd barely got himself settled before the other man was reaching into the bucket, pulling out a sizeable cube and running it teasingly down the length of his nose, making him shiver violently. 

"Cold?" his husband chuckled, repeating the move.  

"Yes, Captain." 

"Well hold still or this will take even longer," Steve informed him, trailing the ice over his lower lip. 

He managed to tamp down on his shiver this time, though as the other man traced the path of the champagne with the freezing cube, it got harder and harder to stay still. The chilled water melted quickly, only to trickle down over his heated skin, and it wasn't long before there was a light but continuous stream flowing over his chest and down into the thatch of hair between his legs.   

"Bucky," Steve reprimanded when he shivered again, "Stay still." 

"Yes, Captain, I'm sorry," he tried, only to nearly topple over when his husband abruptly pressed the cube to one of his nipples. 

"Clearly you're not sorry enough," Steve insisted, sliding the ice across his chest to circle his other nipple before switching hands, his chilled fingers pinching roughly at one nub as he teased the other with what little was left of the frozen block. 

"I am sorry, Captain, I promise, I am, I just- oh!" 

"You just?" Steve asked as he rubbed the last sliver of ice into the skin directly above Bucky's pubic hair. 

"It's cold," he admitted, as if the fact that frozen water could be a bit chilly was some sort of dramatic revelation. 

"Well you should have thought of that before, shouldn't you?" his husband told him, "Now bend over so I can clean up your messy little hole." 

This time his shiver had hardly anything to do with the cold and everything to do with Steve's phrasing as he rushed to obey, shifting the towel to make sure it would catch any run off water before turning around and settling on his knees and elbows, presenting the other man with his ass. At the sight of him, Steve hummed consideringly, nudging the base of the toy back and forth for a moment before catching hold of it and tugging until it popped free. 

"Such a mess," Steve repeated, but this time his tone was fond, as though he couldn't quite help himself. 

"I'm sorry," Bucky repeated anyway, listening to an odd clinking sound from behind him before the plug was suddenly thrust into his line of vision. 

"Hold onto that, will you?" his husband asked, completely ignoring his gasp of surprise when he took hold of the metal only to find it was freezing cold. Apparently he wasn't the only thing the other man was cleaning up with the ice. 

He was still a bit distracted by the temperature of the toy, busy wondering how it would feel if Steve slipped it back into him while it was still this chilled, when a fresh cube made abrupt contact with his hole. He was so startled that he nearly face planted the floor and he couldn't even try to hold back his yelp of surprise.  

"Come on now, Buck, be good," Steve admonished as he began trailing the ice over his most sensitive skin, circling his hole over and over before slipping down over his perineum to tease at his sac. 

"Yes, Captain," he gritted, holding his whole body tense in a desperate effort not to scramble away from the cold, though he could do little to stop the way his balls twitched away from the sensation. 

"There now," his husband added after a few more seconds of exquisite torture, "was that so hard?" 

"No, Captain," Bucky agreed, only to shudder violently when the other man pressed what was left of the final ice cube against his entrance, nudging it just the tiniest bit inside him while he let it melt down to nothing.  

"Alright then, you ready to come to bed?" Steve asked when nothing remained but the cool damp tips of his husband's fingers.  

"Oh, yes please," he nodded quickly, relishing the other man's warm chuckle at his eagerness as he let Steve guide him up onto his feet.  

His husband took a moment to pat him down with the towel, drying off the last of the excess water, before leading him across the living area and into the bedroom. 

"Leave that on the nightstand," Steve gestured towards the plug still clutched in Bucky's hand, "and then get on the bed." 

Doing as he was told without comment, he set the toy down on the glass topped table, then shoved the expensive looking comforter to the foot of the bed and stretched out across the sheets. 

"You look so good like that, baby," Steve murmured then and Bucky couldn't help his answering smile as he looked up to find his husband stripping off the last of his clothes, his eyes locked on Bucky's crotch. 

"So do you," he admitted.  

"I always look like this," Steve pointed out with a laugh as he climbed onto the bed and lay down beside him, pulling him close. 

"Well you always look good," Bucky stated matter of factly, "But, uh, I meant with this..." he reached out to finger the key hanging around the other man's neck. 

"Yeah? You like that?" 

"Yeah," he sighed happily, snuggling up against Steve's chest when his husband pulled him even closer. 

"You know," Steve mused after a long moment of nothing but cuddling, "we've only been married a few hours and I've already been horribly selfish. I'm sorry, baby." 

"What?" Bucky demanded, "No you haven't!" he insisted, because if it was possible the other man had been even more generous than usual today. 

"Are you arguing with me, Buck?" Steve raised an incredulous eyebrow and he immediately shook his head. "That's what I thought," his husband smirked, before returning to his original train of thought. "And I have, baby, I've been very selfish, taking far more than I've given and that's not fair, is it?" 

"No?" he offered cautiously. 

"No," Steve agreed, reaching over to grab the jumbo bottle of lube that someone, probably Tony, had helpfully left for them on the nightstand, along with three boxes of condoms that they clearly weren't even going to open and several neatly stacked towels. "It's not," he finished, pointedly slicking up a couple of fingers.  

As soon as he was satisfied, Steve reached around to press his wet digits to Bucky's hole, circling the sensitive rim for only a second before pushing into him, gently fucking him with them for a solid minute before picking up the conversation as though there hadn't been so much as a pause. 

"It's not fair that I've already come today," his husband continued, "Twice in fact, if you count when I jerked off in the shower this morning, thinking about your poor, needy little cock," Steve's free hand slipped between his legs to palm at his caged dick even as the fingers in his ass pushed deeper, making him gasp. "It's not fair that I've already come today," he repeated, "and you haven't even been able to come once." At that, Steve's fingers twisted just right, pressing against his prostate and making him moan. "Is it, baby?" 

And Bucky could no longer quite recall the question, but he thought it had something to do with letting him come and he knew at least that he wanted that. 

"Can I come?" he asked by way of an answer. 

"Of course you can, you come whenever you're ready." 

"But..." 

"You don't want to?" Steve asked, willfully misinterpreting his confusion. 

"No, I do! It's just, uh, the cage?" 

"What about the cage?" 

"Are- Are you going to take it off?" 

"No, why would I do that? I thought you liked your cage." 

"I do, I love it, I just- I don't understand." 

"Baby, it's really not very difficult," Steve shook his head as if Bucky was being particularly stupid. "I'm going to finger you until you come. You don't need your cock for that." 

"But..." 

"Do you want to come or not?" his husband demanded and if it weren't for the smirk playing across his lips, Bucky would have thought he really had run out of patience with the dumb questions, "Because this is a one time offer. Either you come now or you don't come at all today, it's your choice." 

"I want to come, I do, but I don't know how!" his words were almost a wail by the end, but it seemed to be the response Steve was looking for because he immediately softened. 

"Aww, baby, you don't need to know how, you just need to do what you're told. Let me take care of the rest of it, ok?" 

"Ok," he whispered. 

"You want to tell me your safeword?" Steve asked kindly. 

"Pineapple," he answered immediately, his heart fluttering at the proud look the other man shot him in response. 

"Good boy," his husband murmured, "You're so good for me, baby." 

Bucky didn't quite know how to answer that because he wanted to be good more than anything just then, but he still didn't know how he could with his cock forced to remain soft and small between his legs. Only he should really have known better by now, should have known to trust that the other man knew what he was doing even when his wild ideas seemed crazy to everyone else. He knew they had differing opinions on the subject, but as far as he was concerned Steve had never once let him down and he knew the other man wasn't about to start now. Like Steve said, he just had to do what he was told and his husband would take care of the rest. 

Evidently sensing his capitulation, Steve started working him over in earnest then, the fingers in his ass rubbing determinedly at his prostate until he was moaning loudly, his hips jerking helplessly.  

"That's it," the other man encouraged, "you just lie there and take what I give you like a good boy."  

"Please," he begged, not even sure what he was begging for.  

His husband hummed consideringly for a moment, then shifted up onto his knees at Bucky's side. "Roll onto your back for me," Steve urged, helping him to move without removing the digits in his ass for so much as a second. 

As soon as he was in position, the other man nudged his thighs open even wider, then settled into the space between them, one hand continuing to rub insistently at his insides while the other began to explore. His nipples were pinched and pulled until they were hard and pink and throbbing, his caged cock was bounced up and down in Steve's palm, a vivid reminder that he was still locked away, still unable to get hard, and his balls were toyed with until he was nearly in tears, overwhelmed by all the sensations, desperate to come and yet still almost sure that he couldn't.  

"Fuck, baby, look at you," his husband murmured as he stroked the pad of his thumb over Bucky's sac, "so desperate for."  

"Please," he begged, "please."  

"It's ok, I got you," Steve reassured him, only to drop his thumb a little lower, pressing it against Bucky's perineum.  

At the sudden increase in sensation, he sobbed, scrabbling at the sheets beneath him, needing something to hold onto. It was so nearly too much and he wanted to come so bad but he still didn't know how and... "Please, please!"  

"Shhh, I got you," Steve repeated, shifting his hands until there was only one between his thighs, working his prostate from both sides. With his other hand he caught hold of Bucky's clutching fingers, pulling them up to his lips for a kiss before simply holding on to him. "I got you, Buck, just let go, baby, let go."  

He didn't know what changed then, if the other man had touched him a little differently or if it was purely psychological, but all at once something in him seemed to snap. It wasn't an orgasm, not really, but he supposed it was a release of sorts and when he looked up at Steve to find him staring down at Bucky's cock in rapt fascination, the whole thing suddenly felt even better. Not because the sensation was all that great, but simply because he knew he'd given his husband what he wanted, that he'd been a good boy even when he hadn't known how to be. He'd always loved submitting to Steve's whims, the kinkier the better, and this was kinky as fuck.  

"Bucky," Steve breathed, "Just look at you, baby."  

Doing as he was told without even thinking, he looked down obediently, watching as cum continued to dribble slowly out of his cock and over the metal bars of the cage.  

"Oh," he gasped, nearly as captivated by the sight as his husband seemed to be.  

"You're so good for me, Buck," the other man told him, voice more than a little awed, "I'm so proud of you, baby, you're such a good boy."  

"For you," he agreed, shivering slightly when Steve suddenly ducked his head, lapping up the mess Bucky had made of the cage and his own balls with his not-quite-orgasm.  

"How you feeling?" his husband asked when he sat up again, licking his lips as if chasing the taste. "You need a minute?"  

"No, I'm ok," he promised, already desperate for more.  

Whatever had just happened to him, it hadn't been quite as frustrating as a ruined orgasm, but there hadn't been much satisfaction either, merely a lessening of tension. He was still horny as hell and the last thing he wanted was to stop for a break. In fact, he was pretty sure the only thing stopping his body from throwing a damn fit over being denied its pleasure was the certainty that his husband was far from done with him.  

"You think you'd let me do that again sometime?" Steve asked as he settled on the bed beside him, still toying with the cage as if he couldn't quite bring himself to let it go.  

"Umm, yeah, I guess?" he frowned as he tried to put his thoughts into words. "It didn't really feel good," he started, not remotely surprised when the other man immediately interrupted.  

"I'm sorry, baby, we don't have to if you didn't like it."  

"It wasn't bad either," he hurried to reassure him, "it's just... I dunno, not good like an orgasm should be? I think if you wanted to do it again it could maybe be a punishment? Like if I don't deserve an orgasm, then that's all I'm allowed."  

"You know I wasn't trying to punish you..."  

"I know," he nodded, because he did know that.  

Steve's punishments were never subtle and he always made damn sure Bucky knew just how much trouble he was in and why he deserved what he was getting. He also only punished him when Bucky all but demanded it with his behaviour. He never set him up to fail, at least not without first getting a very clear sign from him that he wanted to fail. This had simply been a new experience for them to share and regardless of how it had felt physically, he had enjoyed it for that reason alone. They often experimented with new things these days and they didn't all turn out to be successes, but even the stuff that ended up on his hard limits list weren't things he regretted trying.  

"I'm just saying," he added, "that I didn't mind it, but I wouldn't exactly call it a reward," he chuckled softly, even as he pressed up into Steve's palm, seeking out the heat of him through the bars.  

"Noted," his husband acknowledged with a grin, "and I suppose I don't need to ask how you feel about the cage..."  

Bucky shook his head with a wry smile, well aware of how obviously he'd been enjoying it.  

"So I suppose the next question is whether you're ready to come out of it."  

"That's up to you, Captain."  

"Mmm, it is, isn't it? Because this is my cock, isn't it, baby? So I get to decide what happens to it."  

"Yes, Captain." He looked down at himself, at Steve's fingers still skating absently over the metal, too gentle for him to ever really feel it and he could have swooned. "It's all yours. You get to decide if it can come or- or if it can get hard." He sucked in a slightly unsteady breath as his words began to run away from him. "You can keep it locked away when you don't need it, keep it soft and small and trapped behind bars so all it can feel is what you want it to feel. It's all yours," he repeated, "All of me is yours."  

"Yeah," Steve agreed softly, catching hold of his left hand and pressing a kiss against his wedding ring. "You're mine, Buck."  

"Yours," he reiterated, "Always been yours."  

"I've got something else for you, you know," his husband told him suddenly, as if he'd only just remembered whatever it was that had crossed his mind. "I was going to save it for tomorrow, but since you've been so good for me, I'm going to give it to you early." He leaned in to press a quick kiss to Bucky's lips, then pulled away completely, "Wait here, ok?"  

"Yes, Captain," he agreed easily, watching as Steve vanished into the ensuite to wash his hands before digging through his bag that someone had left for him in the corner of the room.  

It didn't take him long to find what he was looking for and a moment later he was sliding back onto the bed, a wide flat box in his hands.  

"Happy honeymoon, baby," Steve grinned, before flipping open the lid with a flourish.  

"Oh!" Bucky gasped, scrambling up into a sitting position as he stared down at the gift his husband was giving him.  

It was a black collar, a little over an inch wide, with a thick silver D ring on each side and a larger O ring in the centre. The back seemed to have some fancy electronic mechanism holding it shut, but it wasn't until Steve lifted it out of the box that he realised what it was; a fingerprint scanner.  

"Tony came through," his husband told him with a grin, "and he already got me to test it, I can't break it, but I want you to try as well." He handed Bucky the collar then nodded encouragingly. "Go on, try." 

Swallowing roughly, he did as he was told, hooking a finger through each of the D rings and yanking sharply. There was a part of him that feared that the superior strength of the arm might still succeed where the other man had failed, but try as he might, no matter how hard he pulled and twisted, the band stayed intact, the leather-look material unaffected by the force, the clasp still neatly clipped in place.  

"Happy?" Steve asked finally as he took the collar back. 

"Yes, Captain," he nodded eagerly, even more giddy about his gift now that he knew it really was as sturdy as his husband had claimed. 

As much as he loved his cage, he'd always known he could break out of it without even trying, locked as it was with a standard little padlock, but this... Not only could he not physically break out of it, there wasn't even a key to unlock him. The only way he was getting out of it once it was on was if Steve took him out of it. It was perfect.  

"You know, once I lock this around your throat, it's not coming off until I take it off," the other man told him, perfectly echoing his thoughts as he pressed his thumb to the sensor to open it, "and I'm not too sure I'll want to take it off," he continued with a darkly possessive grin. "So what do you say, Buck? Do you want my collar?"  

"Please!" The word burst out of him without any say so from his brain. "Captain, please let me have it," he added quickly, wanting to be good, needing to be good.  

"Alright then, on your knees, show me how good you can be."  

Immediately scrambling to obey, Bucky positioned himself in the centre of the bed, folding his arms behind his back and tipping his head up to expose his throat. 

"Spread your legs a bit more," Steve corrected, waiting for him to shuffle his knees further apart before nodding approvingly. "Good boy." 

Preening a little, he sat as patiently as he could while the other man looked him up and down, seemingly drinking in the moment, before finally reaching out to wrap the collar around his throat.  

"There," his husband murmured as he clicked the lock into place, looking almost as emotional as he had when he'd slipped the ring onto Bucky's finger earlier in the day. "You look so pretty like this, Buck, you got no idea."  

"All yours," he smiled dreamily, working his throat just to feel the new weight around his neck. 

"All mine," Steve confirmed, reaching out to toy with the O ring, pulling on it until it sat perfectly centred beneath his chin. "It feel ok?" he checked, giving the loop one last tug, before letting it go.  

"Yes, Captain, feels good," he promised. 

"Good," his husband smiled, "You want to try it out?" 

"Try it out?" he echoed, not entirely sure what Steve meant. 

"Mhmm," the other man hummed, reaching back into the box and pulling out what looked to be a braided cord made of the same material as the collar, about a metre long with a wide loop at one end and a gleaming metal clip at the other. A leash, Bucky realised with a start. 

"Yes please," he breathed, not even realising he was arching towards Steve until the other man caught him by the shoulder, stopping him from toppling forward.  

"Look at you, baby," the other man purred as he clipped the leash into place before sitting back a little to take in the whole picture. "All locked up, just for me." 

"Yes, Captain," he agreed contentedly.  

"But..." Steve continued, smirking slightly at what Bucky suspected was his own slightly panicked expression, "as pretty as you look, I think you've been in your cage for long enough and right now, I want to play with my cock."  

"Yes, Captain," he conceded, though he was oddly reluctant to have the cage removed.  

"You don't sound very enthusiastic, baby," the other man teased as he removed the key from around his neck and reached for Bucky's crotch. "Don't you want to fuck me?"  

"What?" he half choked, staring at his husband in shock, because sure they switched it up every now and then. In fact, it happened fairly often, when they weren't playing, but he wasn't even sure he could remember the last time he'd topped during a scene. And given that he hadn't even been allowed an erection all day, the thought of being inside Steve was a little overwhelming.  

"Don't you want to fuck me?" the other man repeated easily as he opened up the padlock, pulling it free from the cage and dropping both it and the key onto the nightstand.  

"Really?" he couldn't help but ask, "You'll let me?"  

"Sure. If by 'let you' you mean that I'm going to spread you out across the sheets and ride you like a stallion," Steve retorted, giving the leash a teasing pull.  

"Oh!" he gasped, although he honestly couldn't say if the sound was a reaction to his husband's words or the feel of him gently easing the cage off of Bucky's cock.  

It was the first time in more than twenty four hours that he'd had so much as a finger on his dick and as Steve carefully worked him free of the ring around his balls, even the lightest brush of his knuckles was enough to leave him panting.  

"Aww, are you sensitive, baby?" Steve teased as the ring joined the growing metallic pile on the nightstand, "One whole day without my hands on you and you're falling apart over the softest little touch?"  

Bucky didn't quite know how to respond to that, but when the other man's fingers suddenly wrapped firmly around him, surrounding his still mostly soft cock with the heat of his palm, any attempt he may have made at speaking degenerated into a garbled cry.  

"Mmm, that's it," Steve hummed, starting to slowly stroke his stiffening length. "Gonna get nice and hard for me, aren't you, baby? Gonna fill me right up with your big, thick cock."  

"Yes," he panted, already fighting the urge to thrust up into his husband's fist.  

It felt almost strange, now that he was free, and the sensation of his cock filling and hardening in Steve's hand after so long being denied left him feeling oddly off balance. It wasn't that he wanted to go back in the cage, not really. As much as he loved the psychological aspect to it, he loved this more and he could acknowledge that he'd likely have wound up feeling pretty disappointed if the other man hadn't let him have a single orgasm on their wedding night and yet... Even with the weight of the collar around his neck and the leash brushing almost teasingly against his skin where it rested against his chest, he wanted more. He wanted to feel as owned as he had when Steve had controlled something that should have been all but uncontrollable and if there was no longer a metal cage to keep him restrained, then perhaps he could persuade his husband to control him in other ways.  

"Good boy," Steve purred, releasing him for just a moment to grab the lube, slicking up both hands then returning to his previous endeavour, one hand stroking Bucky's cock and the other disappearing behind him. "You gonna keep being good for me?" he continued, the question trailing off into a breathy little sigh as he presumably pressed a finger into himself.  

"Umm," was all he managed as he helplessly thrust himself into the other man's hot wet fist.  

"Umm?" Steve demanded and it was on the tip of his tongue to apologise, to promise he'd be good, but...  

He bit his lip and stayed quiet. At least until the hand around his cock suddenly squeezed tightly, making him yelp. 

"Well if that's how you're going to be..." his husband shook his head, but his eyes had gone bright and excited, flashing hungrily when Bucky still didn't speak up to defend himself or apologise.  

The hand on his cock started moving in earnest then, jerking him hard and fast, just the way he liked it. The way Steve did it when he was getting close to the edge and wanted Bucky to come with him. Only he knew without needing to ask that the other man was not about to let him come.  

"Please," he begged anyway, tensing what felt like every muscle in his body in an effort not to give into the almost startling amount of pleasure that was sweeping over him like a wave.  

"Really, Buck?" Steve teased, "I ask you to be good and all I get is an umm? And then you expect to be allowed to come?" His husband's second hand made a sudden reappearance, cupping his balls and rolling them in his palm. "Don't you dare come."  

"Please, please, please," he sobbed anyway, knowing Steve wasn't going to change his mind but at least praying the other man would take pity and give him a break.  

"You think I can't control your dick in or out of your cage?" his husband questioned, because of course he understood how Bucky was feeling, how conflicted he was about being released. "In it, I can keep you soft, keep you from being touched, but out of it..." He finally stopped stroking, firmly gripping the base of his shaft instead, a reprieve of sorts, at least, "I can keep you hard, I can keep you desperate, I can keep you right on the edge or I can make you come for me." 

Steve grinned wickedly, only to release him completely, much to Bucky's combined relief and confusion. Not that he was given long to consider his situation.  

"Touch yourself," his husband ordered a second later, "Stroke your cock for me, Buck," and Bucky didn't even stop to think before doing as he was told, whimpering pitifully as he wrapped his hand around his rock hard erection and began to jerk off. "You see?" Steve continued as he sat back a little to watch, wiping off his hands on one of the towels that had been stacked on the nightstand. "I don't even have a hand on you right now and I'm still controlling how that pretty dick feels. I can keep it soft or I can keep it hard, I can keep it from being touched at all or I can make sure it always has a hand on it. Your dick is mine, Buck, and I don't need a cage to prove it. You know why?" 

"Why?" he echoed helplessly, his whole body shaking as he tried to keep moving his hand without giving in to the urge to fuck his fist until he came all over himself.  

"Because you're mine," Steve growled, suddenly lunging forward until he was looming over him, his whole body forming a cage of sorts that trapped him in place on the bed. "You're mine, Buck. Every single part of you. And if you need me to take control of you sometimes, if you need to feel protected and cared for and owned to feel good, then I will always, always give you that. You understand me?"  

"Yes, Captain," he choked out, little more than a sob.  

"You're my husband," Steve continued, voice rough with emotion, but no less steady. "You're the love of my whole crazy fucking life, and that ring on your finger, this collar around your neck," he ducked down to kiss the skin just above the thick black band, "the cage I can lock you up in whenever I want, they're just things, Bucky. They're just bits of metal so you can see on the outside what's going on in here," he pressed a hand to Bucky's chest, right over his heart, "and in here," he repeated the gesture on his own body. "The toys are fun, but we don't need them. All we need, all we ever needed, is us."  

"Steve," he whispered, barely even getting the name out before the other man was kissing him, hot and hungry and possessive.  

"So," his husband murmured when he finally drew back, leaving Bucky panting beneath him. "You gonna be good for me, baby?"  

"Umm..." he repeated, because whilst Steve's words had gone a long way towards soothing him, that didn't mean he wanted to turn back from whatever path the other man had chosen to take them down. He may not have intended to ask for a punishment tonight and he was damn sure Steve hadn't planned to give him one either, but that didn't change the fact that he wanted it now and Steve... Well Steve was already giving him what he wanted. 

"That's not an answer, Buck," his husband pressed, giving his nipple a sharp pinch in warning, "Are you going to be good for me?" 

"Yes, Captain," he promised this time, nodding so hard he thought he might get whiplash.  

"Well I guess we'll see, won't we?" the other man grinned and then suddenly he was gone, pushing himself off of Bucky's body and settling onto his knees beside him.  

For a moment he said nothing more, simply letting his gaze drift over Bucky's prone form until finally he caught his eye with a shake of his head.  

"Oh, Bucky," he sighed, "Did I say you were allowed to stop?"  

It took him longer than it probably should have to work out what Steve was talking about, but then the other man's gaze dropped to his crotch and oh! Oh fuck... He wasn't even sure when he'd stopped stroking, but at some point between his husband moving over him and their kiss, his hand had stilled around his cock.  

"I'm sorry, Captain!" he babbled, immediately starting to fist himself again, but Steve just batted his hand away, replacing it with own and starting up a punishingly fast rhythm.  

"Oh, you will be," the other man grinned, stopping just as quickly as he'd started and moving to straddle Bucky's hips instead. "Now remember, baby," he added as he lined them up, teasing his own hole with the tip of Bucky's dick, "don't you dare come," and he sank down, taking every inch of him into his body with a breathy little moan.  

If he'd thought Steve might have given them both a second to adjust, he was immediately proved wrong as his husband shifted up onto his knees until they were barely joined, before slamming back down again.  

"Fuck, baby," the other man panted as he repeated the move again, "You feel so good inside me, you know that? So big and hard. Feel so full," he rolled his hips as if to emphasise his point, then started to rock back and forth, grinding himself down on Bucky's cock like it was nothing more than a toy to be used however he wished.  

It felt good, hell it felt fucking amazing, but it wasn't enough to get him off and for a moment he could simply lie back and let himself enjoy it. He loved how it felt when Steve was on top of him, had adored it even when the other man had been so light that one wrong move would have knocked him to the floor. Now of course, that was the least of his worries, but he didn't love it any less. Big or small, the sight of Steve looming over him, the feel of his weight holding him down and the roll of his body, whether he was riding his cock like a cowboy or buried balls deep in his ass, was one of the best things Bucky had ever experienced and he couldn't get enough.  

"You ready, baby?" Steve asked suddenly, only before he could even begin to formulate the words he needed to ask what he was supposed to be ready for, his husband planted one hand in the middle of his chest to brace himself, then grabbed his leash with the other, wrapping it around his fingers until it was drawn tight, pulling him up a little even as he was being pressed down against the sheets. "Don't. Come." Steve repeated with a downright evil smirk, and then he really started to move.  

All at once, the almost lazy sex turned into rough, desperate fucking, the other man riding him hard and fast, his ass clutching and squeezing at Bucky's dick and quickly leaving him hanging onto the edge by a thread once again. He didn't even realise he was speaking at first, desperate little pleas slipping from between his lips, until Steve pulled sharply on the leash, cutting him off mid word.  

"Be good," his husband ordered sternly and Bucky genuinely wasn't sure what he'd intended to say to that, whether it had been an attempt at an affirmation or a warning that this was an order he really didn't know if he could obey, no matter how hard he tried. Only all he managed was a shattered sounding cry as Steve abruptly stopped completely, yanking him back from the edge so abruptly that it was almost painful. 

Not that the reprieve lasted long, merely as long as it took for the other man to unwind the leash until it hung lax in his hand before he was moving again, only now he was leaning back, his hands planted on the bed behind him as he did his best to work Bucky's cock over his prostate. 

"Touch me," Steve demanded suddenly, and there was something in his tone that made Bucky suspect that the other man hadn't meant for things to go this way, but he obeyed regardless.  

Stretching to the side, he just managed to get a hand on the lube, accidentally pouring a little too much into his palm in his hurry, before wrapping his fingers tightly around Steve's cock. Without any further direction, he let the other one curl around his husband's hip, helping to hold him steady, as he started to stroke in time with the other man's increasingly rapid thrusts. 

When one of Steve's hands settled over his, seemingly to guide him, yet making no attempt to change his rhythm, he wasn't entirely sure what his husband was angling for, only he was too far gone to think about it. All he could do was follow the instructions he'd been given and when Steve let him go again a moment later, he didn't even have the brain power to wonder what the other man had been after. 

"Don't fucking come," his husband reminded him abruptly, his own breath coming in sharp pants as he fucked himself on Bucky's cock, "Don't you dare-" he cut himself off with a guttural groan, "Don't you dare come, Bucky."  

And then Steve did the one thing guaranteed to ensure he would do just that, no matter how hard he tried to hold off. The hand that had been wrapped around his cock a moment before, now slick with the excess of lube that Bucky had used, worked its way between Bucky's legs, two fingers pushing into him and unerringly finding his prostate, still a little sensitive from his earlier non-orgasm. 

"Don't," Steve gasped one last time, just as he tumbled over the edge himself, his ass pulsing around Bucky's dick as he came all over both of them. 

It was too much. He couldn't stop himself, he couldn't , he felt too good and Steve was... Steve... Steve was making him, he realised suddenly. His husband knew his limits almost as well as he knew them himself. He knew when Bucky was too far gone to hold back, knew what sent him flying more quickly than anything else, and he never usually repeated himself like that once he'd given him an instruction. Only how many times had he told Bucky not to come? How much effort had he put into making sure Bucky did exactly that? The other man was setting him up to fail, setting him up to be punished, because Bucky had chosen to say 'umm' when he could have said 'yes', because Bucky had wanted, no needed Steve to prove how thoroughly he owned him even after he'd been let out of his cage.  

So he was going to come and he was going to be punished for it and why that was so fucking hot he didn't know, but it only made the feelings inside him that much more intense until finally with a desperate, shattered sob, he gave in, his whole body shaking with the force of his orgasm as he spilled into Steve's still twitching ass. 

"I'm sorry!" he gasped, the words half choked as he tried to speak through his gasping breaths, barely even registering his own pleasure as he rushed to apologise, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean-" his voice cracked straight down the middle as the other man rubbed at his prostate again, sending a ripple of aftershocks tumbling through him. "Captain, I'm sorry," he sobbed, feeling the tears spill over in a release almost as blissful as his orgasm.  

"Did I say you could come?" Steve asked finally when Bucky's babbling got lost beneath the weight of his tears.  

"No, Captain," he hiccuped, belatedly trying to get a hold of himself, "I'm sorry, Captain."  

"No," his husband echoed, "And what did you do? You came." The other man shook his head with mock disappointment, "And not just that, Buck, do you know what you did? You came inside me," he continued, making Bucky's heart clench and his spent cock, still buried in Steve's body, twitch at the words, "you made a mess of me."  

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to, I tried not to."  

"Well you didn't try hard enough then, did you?"  

"No," he shook his head, letting loose a few more tears to trickle down his face and into his hair, "I'm sorry, Captain."  

"Not as sorry as you're gonna be," Steve warned him with just the barest hint of a grin, "Now clean up your mess while I decide what to do with you."  

Before he could ask what the other man meant, his husband was climbing off, letting Bucky's sticky cock slip out of him as he resituated himself, turning to face the opposite direction before straddling Bucky's head and carefully lowering himself down.  

"Oh," he moaned raggedly, his lips already parting in eager anticipation. 

As soon as Steve's body made contact, Bucky's tongue was darting forward, desperate for his first taste, though he knew he'd be lucky to catch much more than the lube smeared around his husband's messy hole. Still, he was no less eager and as the other man settled over him, his hands planted on the bed to support himself, Bucky did his absolute best to all but suffocate himself between those perfect cheeks. 

He got a bit lost in it after that, licking and sucking until every hint of lube and all traces of his own release had disappeared, until there was nothing left but the deliciously familiar taste of Steve's skin and even then he couldn't bring himself to stop. He was so caught in the moment, in fact, so focused on that warm little home he'd made for himself in his husband's ass, that he didn't realise Steve had started jerking off until his balls started bumping against Bucky's chin with each increasingly rapid downstroke.  

"That's it," Steve encouraged when he moaned helplessly, redoubling his efforts and trying to shove his whole fucking tongue into the other man's hole. "Eat me out so good, baby, gonna make me come so hard for you."  

The sound he made then wasn't entirely human, his cock already beginning to harden again from the mental stimulation alone, as he did his best to help bring Steve to orgasm, wanting it more than he ever seemed to want his own when they were in the middle of a scene.  

"Gimme a finger, baby," his husband added what could have been seconds or minutes later, his voice gone rough in the way it often did when he was getting close.  

Releasing a hum of acknowledgement that only seemed to make the other man even more desperate for it, he quickly brought his hand into play, carefully working a single digit past the wet sloppy mess he'd made of Steve's rim. It was a little tricky to get the angles right at first, given that he couldn't bring himself to remove his tongue from the mix, but then he was pressing against his husband's prostate, massaging it with practised ease and that was all it took. With a harsh shout, Steve came, shooting all over Bucky's abs and nearly suffocating him when he ground himself down against Bucky's face while he rode out every bit of his pleasure.  

"Good boy," Steve told him finally as he got shakily to his knees, turning around to look at him only to chuckle softly at the sight of him. "Such a mess, baby." 

"Sorry, Captain," he managed, though his voice came out slightly fainter than usual between his panting breaths.  

"And look at this!" his husband gestured towards Bucky's crotch with a shake of his head. "Look at this needy little dick, already asking for more. Maybe I shouldn't have let it out of its cage, if this is how it's going to behave?"  

"I'm sorry," he repeated, watching as the other man reached over towards the nightstand, only to return with the plug rather than the cage. 

He didn't think his expression had given away much of his thoughts, but when Steve laughed at him, he guessed he must have been a bit more transparent in his disappointment than he'd thought. 

"Don't worry, baby," his husband reassured him as he caught up the lube, carefully slicking up the toy in his hand, "I'll put you back in your cage soon enough, but first I think you need to learn a lesson." 

"Yes, Captain," he agreed immediately, spreading his legs when Steve nudged at them and tilting his hips up in a wordless invitation. 

"Now, I thought we'd already established that this is mine," the other man gave his half-hard cock a slow stroke as the tip of the plug made contact with his hole, teasing him without pushing it inside. 

"It is," he promised, fighting the urge to bear down on the toy when his husband was making it perfectly clear that he wasn't allowed it yet. 

"Well I don't recall telling it to get hard, but look at it," Steve sighed heavily, wrapping his hand around the base and holding it up as if for Bucky to see. "I can't even put it away with it looking like this, can I?" 

"No, Captain," he admitted, blushing at the way his cock seemed to twitch in response, a reaction not remotely helped by the way the other man was now slowly fucking him with the plug, pushing it halfway in, only to retreat again just before it got to the widest point. 

"No, Captain," Steve mimicked, finally sliding the toy all the way inside him, only to pull it straight out again, going back to teasing him with it. "So what am I going to do with you, huh?" 

"Anything," he blurted out, only to cringe when his cock decided to join in with a little blurt of precum. 

"Anything?" his husband echoed him again, "Well then..." 

The next thing he knew, the other man had shoved the plug back into him, let go of his cock and climbed off of the bed. 

"Stay there," Steve ordered, giving him a quick once over before nodding to himself and walking out of the room. 

He couldn't have been gone long, but it was enough to leave Bucky trembling with anticipation, his mind whirring with possibilities as he wondered what Steve could possibly be planning. 

He already knew that their bag of toys was in the room with them, so his husband couldn't be after anything they'd brought from home, but who knew what Steve might have spotted in the other room that he might have decided to bring into their bedroom. Unless... unless he wasn't looking for anything at all. Perhaps he was just going to leave Bucky alone until he went soft again, although he couldn't help worrying that he never would. That he would lie there forever, hard and needy, waiting... Only before that thought had time to take root, Steve was back, the champagne bucket clinking in his hand. 

"Sit up a bit, baby," his husband told him as he climbed back onto the bed, setting the bucket on the opposite nightstand and lifting out the half full bottle. "I wouldn't want you to choke," he smirked as he raised the champagne to his lips, taking a swig straight from the bottle, "At least not on this," he winked. 

Giggling at the dumb joke, Bucky did as he was told, propping himself up against the pillows and tipping his head back when Steve brought the bottle to his mouth, helping him to drink.  

He wasn't expecting it when the bottle dripped, the ice cold condensation hitting his chest and making him jolt, but from the look on the other man's face as he took another sip of his own, he at least had known exactly what was going to happen. In fact, as his husband continued to share the bottle between them, Steve seemed to be making doubly sure that every single drop of freezing cold water landed somewhere on Bucky's body.  

"Waste not..." Steve commented as he tipped his head back, draining the very last of the fancy wine, before shaking off the bottle right over Bucky's crotch and returning it to the bucket as though nothing had happened. "Now... What are we going to do about this?" he looked pointedly at Bucky's cock which, if anything, had only got even harder after its mini-cold shower. 

It took him a second to realise that the other man was actually waiting for an answer, but as he opened his mouth to respond, it suddenly occurred to him what Steve had meant. His husband hadn't retrieved the champagne so they could drink it, he just hadn't wanted to waste the rest of the expensive alcohol. No, the bucket had been brought in for another purpose... and Steve was going to make him say it. 

"Make it soft?" he tried, abruptly recalling the night before when he'd wondered what the other man would do if he couldn't stay soft enough to be put in his cage after their shower. Well he knew now... 

"Mhmm, and how are we going to do that, Buck?" 

"With, uh... ice?" he guessed, glancing at the metal bucket, still presumably full of half-melted cubes despite the ambient temperature of the room, before looking back at Steve with just a little apprehension.  

"You might want to get a couple of towels under you,"  his husband grinned evilly while he waited for him to do as he was told, before reaching into the bucket for a cube. "Let's see how much you like ice now, huh, baby?" 

Despite the obvious threat in his tone, he started out easy, running a fairly small cube over Bucky's chest, teasing at his nipples and sliding over his abs, cleaning off some of the mess he'd left there in the process. It was more than enough to leave him shivering, but slightly to his chagrin, it only got his cock even harder, something Steve had definitely noticed if his heavy sigh was anything to go by. 

"You really aren't going to make this easy for yourself, are you?" 

"I'm sorry, Captain," he apologised, watching with more than a little trepidation as the other man reached into the bucket again. 

"Oh, you will be," Steve warned, this time pulling out a whole handful of ice that he dropped quickly into yet another of the towels that had been left for them. "What's your safeword, baby?" he checked. 

"Pineapple," he all but whispered only to end up howling when his husband wasted no time in pressing the wet, freezing terrycloth directly over his crotch. 

The feeling was like nothing he'd experienced before and as the cubes began to melt against the heat of his skin, the cold only got worse, the icy water soaking through the towel to run down over his cock and balls. He wanted it to stop, wanted to beg and plead with Steve to take it away, but at the same time, he couldn't pretend that part of him wasn't loving it, wasn't rocking upwards, chasing the sensation, even as his instincts had him shying away.  

"How's your pizza, Buck?" his husband asked, voice unexpectedly serious, and it was only when he tried to focus on the other man's face that he realised he was sobbing, his whole body shaking as he all but wailed out his discomfort.  

"S'ok," he promised shakily, his hand clamping around Steve's wrist to keep him from taking it away when the only other word he could manage was, "please."  

"Bucky," Steve moaned in response and then all at once he was moving, stretching out beside him on the bed and working an arm around his back in order to pull him closer, dropping kisses all over his tear stained face. "You're so good for me, baby, so fucking good. I'm so proud of you," he paused to kiss him properly, seemingly uncaring of the fact that Bucky couldn't quite collect himself enough to kiss back. "Just look at you," he continued his litany the moment he pulled back, "look at what you're letting me do to you. Gonna get your cock so small and soft it'll slip right back into its cage, huh? Gonna let me lock you up again, Buck? Gonna be good for me while I punish you?"  

"Yes," he sniffled, having all but forgotten that he had yet to suffer the consequences for coming without permission.  

It was strange, really, to think that whatever Steve chose to do to him it couldn't possibly feel worse than this, and yet this was not his punishment. This was a treat and even as his husband lifted the ice away, giving his crotch a critical once over before pressing it right back into place again, Bucky couldn't help thinking that if Steve asked him to, he'd get down on his knees in thanks to the other man for letting him have this.  

"Nearly there, baby," Steve hummed softly, rolling his wrist a little and making Bucky shiver even more violently when it made the ice shift against him. "Gonna lock you right back up for me in just a minute."  

"Thank you, Captain," he stammered, nearly biting through his tongue when a fresh trickle of water chose that moment to run right down his crack.  

Steve huffed a laugh at that, kissing his cheek before pulling back with a shake of his head. "I can't believe you, sometimes, baby. The way you are for me. How did I get so fucking lucky, huh?"  

And Bucky wanted to say that he was the lucky one, but before he could even try to get a word out Steve was pulling away, sitting back up on his knees as he lifted the ice away from his crotch again.  

"Look," his husband encouraged as he leaned over to hastily dump the dripping towel into the bucket. "Look at how small you are."  

Helpless to do anything but obey, Bucky looked, his eyes widening a little at how accurate the description was. He was small, and so soft it was hard to believe he'd been sporting a full erection so very recently, but so long as he was small and soft, then Steve would be able to put him back in his cage and just now that was all he could even think to want.  

He'd thought that other man would immediately move to do exactly that, but of course he didn't, needing to make sure Bucky was comfortable before he continued. The wet towel was carefully removed from under his hips, only for Steve to practically lift him clean off the bed as he shifted him a foot or so to the right to avoid the damp patch they'd left despite their efforts with the plush terrycloth. Even then he took a second to cover Bucky's limp dick with the hot skin of his palm, making him shiver even worse at the stark contrast in temperature.  

"You're so cold," Steve murmured as he massaged him gently, "Are you sure you're ok?"  

"I'm good, Captain," he promised, already beginning to warm up again beneath the other man's touch and only helped along when his husband seemed to accept his answer, finally reaching for the cage. "So good," he added as Steve poured out a little slick to ease the way before carefully feeding his genitals back into the metal device.    "Yeah, you are," the other man confirmed with a fond looking smile, though he continued to hold onto him even after the padlock was clicked into place, evidently trying to heat him up even more now that there was no chance of him getting hard again. "You're so good, baby, I might just have to give you a reward before I get to your punishment. What do you think?"  

"Whatever you want," Bucky vowed, smiling a little himself when Steve glanced over at the nightstand before finally letting him go in favour of retrieving the chain that held the key, slipping it back around his neck where it belonged.  

"Hmm, what do I want?" Steve questioned, although this time he was clearly being rhetorical. "I think I want to come, but since you've been so good for me, I'll let you get me there the first time." He ducked down to press a wet lingering kiss against the bars of the cage before moving to straddle his chest, nudging his knees beneath Bucky's arms until he got the hint, wrapping them tight around Steve's waist instead. "But after that?" he continued, his fingers curling around the erection that hadn't subsided at all, even as he tortured Bucky's own dick into softness, "After that, you don't get to do a thing but watch."  

"Yes, Captain," he nodded, biting his lip to keep from pouting when he knew he deserved it. Knew he'd asked for it.  

"Mmm, good boy, now open up wide and let me use that pretty mouth of yours."  

Bucky didn't even try to reply to that, merely parting his lips in invitation and moaning happily when Steve immediately fed him his cock. 

He didn't go deep, but he didn't go easy on him either, quickly starting up a harsh rhythm that had him struggling to keep up. When the other man pushed just a little too deep for what he could take at that angle, making him splutter, Steve simply grabbed hold of the leash that until then had lain almost forgotten on the pillow next to him and used it to tilt his head up high enough to push himself even deeper down Bucky's throat. 

"You want to finger me, baby?" Steve asked after a while of that, his hips stuttering just once as he forced himself to slow down before catching up the lube and offering it to him. 

Bucky couldn't say much in response, not with his mouth stuffed full, but he put as much eagerness as he could into his hum of acknowledgement, taking the bottle from his husband's hand and doing his best to slick up a couple of digits in the space behind Steve's back. Once he was satisfied, he tossed the lube carelessly aside before reaching between the other man's cheeks to probe delicately at his hole. After all, he knew well enough by now that one of the many side effects of Erskine's serum, along with Steve's practically nonexistent refractory period, was how quickly he tightened up again, no matter how much time they spent opening him up. In fact, on those occasions when the other man bottomed at home, he often chose to plug himself up between sessions so that he'd be ready again as soon as Bucky was. Hell, half the time he'd have Bucky fuck him with a dildo while he focused on getting his own dick back in the game. Not that it was exactly difficult to get it up again when he had Steve naked and needy and writhing on the end of one of their many toys. For now, however, he merely took it slowly, working first one and then a second finger into his husband's tight passage.  

"Mmm, that's it," Steve encouraged, his hips starting to speed up again, "make me come, baby."  

More than happy to follow that particular order, Bucky got to work, focusing on rubbing his fingertips over the other man's prostate as he let his mouth go slack, letting it be used, knowing there was little he could do in this position to make it better than simply being a hot, wet hole to fuck. Still, it didn't take too long after that, and the next thing he knew Steve was pulling out, jerking himself off quickly until with a sharp warning of "Close your eyes," he was coming hard, all over Bucky's face.  

For just a moment after, Steve did nothing but breathe through it, his ass still twitching around Bucky's digits as he came down from his orgasm. Only then his husband was carefully wiping away the mess where it had spilled over one of Bucky's eyes before pulling back, catching hold of his wrist at the same time and tugging his fingers free.  

"Look at me," Steve demanded and his eyes immediately snapped open to find the other man staring down at him with an expression like molten lava. "Mmm, good boy. Look so pretty like this, you know that?" He reached out to swipe a finger through the wetness on his cheek before pushing the slick digit between Bucky's lips. "Such a mess, baby," he pulled his hand free, they wiped the saliva off on Bucky's chest, "and I'm not done with you yet."  

Bucky was already humming happily in response, giving in to the temptation to lick his lips and chase what little he could reach of Steve's release, when his husband's expression changed to something downright predatory, his eyes alone sending a shiver of anticipation down Bucky's spine.  

"You ready for your punishment?" Steve reminded him, and oh he'd forgotten about that, but all he could do was nod.  

The smirk on the other man's face grew at that, but he said nothing further as he shifted his weight, moving down Bucky's body to instead straddle his hips. The new position put his caged cock right between his husband's cheeks, something Steve made perfectly obvious as he wiggled a bit, apparently rubbing the metal against his sensitive hole, but much to his disappointment, Bucky could barely feel a thing. 

"Arms out to the sides," Steve instructed and he could do little more than obey, stretching out his arms as far as they would go. "Good," the other man nodded approvingly, before leaning over him to deliver the final instruction, "Now stay."  

"Yes, Captain," he promised thickly as Steve straightened up again, then wrapped his hand around his still hard cock and began to stroke.  

It wasn't exactly a surprise, after all, it had always been one of his husband's favourite ways to punish him. Besides, he didn't think Steve was likely to spank him on their wedding night, no matter how much he enjoyed it, and denying him an orgasm when he was already caged was more than a little pointless. Still, he was used to being denied Steve when they were at home, with all their various restraints to keep him obedient, and though they'd only recently started adding bindings strong enough to keep him where the other man put him, there was still something to be said for any sort of restraint. He'd always found it far easier to keep from breaking the rules when he had something tangible to remind him not to move. Even a flimsy silk tie between his wrists was better than this, his hands clenching uselessly as he pressed his arms into the bed, repeating to himself like a mantra that he had to stay still, had to be good, had to just watch while his husband continued to leisurely jerk himself off from his perch on Bucky's hips.  

Of course, it wouldn't be a punishment if there wasn't a part of him that hated it and he did. He hated being denied the chance to make Steve feel good, hated losing the ability to touch him or take the other man's release into his own body, but at the same time there was a part of him that loved it too. Loved watching Steve take something purely for himself, loved seeing him give himself pleasure regardless of what Bucky wanted. It was almost funny when he thought about it, how focused they were on each other's needs. All Bucky wanted, all he ever wanted, was to make Steve happy, only he knew perfectly well that the same was true in reverse. The other man would do damn near anything to make him happy, even if that thing was framed as a punishment. The fact that their relationship somehow worked so perfectly, when on paper it looked like one of those Escher pieces his husband was so captivated by, the two of them bending so far backwards for each other that it turned into some sort of infinite loop of giving, only made the fact that it did work feel even better. Not that knowing all of that made it any easier to keep from touching Steve right now as the other man rocked into his fist, working himself over as if Bucky wasn't even there.  

"Mmm, feels so good," his husband taunted him as he started to jerk himself faster, clearly chasing another orgasm, "I'm so hard, you know that, Buck? So thick and heavy in my hand."  

"Yes, Captain," he agreed, the nails of his right hand digging painfully into his palm as he fought against the urge to touch, to help, even to thrust up just a little, to rub his caged dick against Steve's body and make him feel even better.  

"Gonna come soon," the other man added, "and you are just going to lie there and take it, aren't you, baby? You're not going to touch me, you're not going to help me at all, are you?"  

"Yes," he nodded sharply, only to frown in confusion at the phrasing, "I mean, no?"  

"No," his husband smirked at his verbal struggle, "And why are you not going to help me?"  

"Because I don't deserve it," he replied, his cheeks flushing at the admission, though they both knew that he'd asked for exactly this, in not so many words. That Steve had purposefully set him up to fail, just to give him what he wanted, to make him feel controlled and owned. "Because I came when you told me not to, because I need to be punished."  

"Exactly. This is for me, not you," Steve informed him, only to suddenly grind down against him, moaning roughly as he rubbed himself on the cage again. 

There was little he could do then but lie as still as he could and let the other man do what he wanted, watching, captivated, as his husband worked himself closer to his climax until finally he came, shooting over Bucky's chest with a guttural cry.  

In the immediate aftermath, neither of them said a word, though it took everything he had not to start pleading with Steve to release him from his verbal bonds. Only the other man was still rocking gently against him, still stroking himself lightly as he shuddered through the aftershocks, and with a startling sense of clarity, Bucky realised his punishment was not yet over.  

"You know," Steve mused after a moment, reaching out with his free hand to trail his fingers through the fresh mess on Bucky's torso, pinching his nipples with his slick digits before apparently trying to rub his release onto Bucky's skin like it was some sort of moisturiser, "I'm pretty sure I told you you weren't allowed to help."  

"I didn't!" he gasped, painfully aware of the strain in his arms as he continued to keep them pinned to the mattress.  

"So it wasn't your pretty little cock rubbing against me just now? Pushing at my hole like it was trying to get inside?"  

And oh that was... Fuck, he didn't even know what that was. Hot as hell, certainly; the thought of fucking the other man while he couldn't get any enjoyment out of it himself, of being used purely for Steve's pleasure, but it was more than that. To be blamed for something he couldn't even feel, for something he'd been completely unable to avoid with the way the other man had been moving over him. It wasn't fair and his husband knew what that did to him. How much it broke him down to be so utterly helpless to Steve's whims.  

"Guess you didn't want your punishment to be over after all, huh, Buck?"  

"No, I did, I do, I'm sorry, I want to touch you, please let me touch you."  

"No," Steve practically purred, before climbing off him completely, wiping off his messy hand on Bucky's stomach. "Legs up, hold your knees for me."  

"Please," he whispered again, even as he did what he was told, pulling his thighs up to his chest and automatically spreading them as far as he could, hooking his hands behind his knees to keep himself pinned and open.  

"I already told you, this isn't for you." his husband shook his head as he settled on the bed between Bucky's feet. "So you just lie there and look pretty while I take what I want, there's a good boy."  

"Yes, Captain, I'm sorry, Captain."  

"Oh, I'll just bet you are," Steve shook his head even as he began jerking off again, stripping his hand over his erection with single minded purpose. "Now, you're sorry," he continued meanly, "but that didn't stop you from breaking the rules, did it? Didn't stop you making a mess of me when I specifically told you not to."  

"I'm sorry!" he repeated, abruptly realising he was close to tears.  

"Well now it's my turn," his husband told him. "Now I get to come and make a mess of you."  

"Yes," he gasped, rendered breathless by the other man's words. "Make a mess of me," he babbled, "mark me up, make me yours."  

"You're already mine, Buck. You're mine, but if you're so desperate that you need to be dripping in my cum to really believe it, then you better just lie back and watch me prove it."  

"Yes," he repeated, voice cracking on a sob, the promise in Steve's words sending him reeling in the best possible way, "Yes, yes, yes."  

"Come on, you can do better than that," his husband insisted, his tone harsh, more criticism than encouragement, "Spread your legs properly, let me see that greedy hole and needy little dick. Show me those desperate, hungry parts that can't control themselves without my help."  

"I'm sorry," he sniffled, even as he pulled his knees as far apart as he could get them, tilting his hips to show off his caged cock and plugged up ass, "Captain, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please."  

"You gotta. Learn. Your. Lesson." Steve panted just before painting Bucky's skin with the hot splash of his release, marking him up just like he'd promised.  

"Thank you," he choked out as the other man shifted over him, making sure that every last dribble landed where he wanted it most, even going so far as to wipe off his sticky hand on Bucky's raised calf.  

"Just look at you," his husband forced out a heavy sigh, though from the way his lips were twitching, Bucky strongly suspected he was fighting back a smile.  

And the thing was, he wanted to look, wanted to see what Steve had done to him, the way he'd marked him, claimed him in such a visceral way. He already felt so deliciously dirty, with the other man's cum drying on his face and chest even as his most recent load trickled through the bars of his cage leaving his desperately straining cock sticky and wet. 

"Captain?" he asked tentatively, tightening his grip on his legs and trying desperately not to squirm as he held his position.  

"Hmm?" Steve raised a curious eyebrow.  

"Can I see?" he practically whispered and at that his husband finally gave in to the wolfish grin trying to take over his face.  

"You want to see, huh? Want to see how filthy you are?"  

"Yes," he nodded, feeling another sob working its way out of his chest, "Please, Captain."  

"Well, if you insist," Steve gave him a quick once over before getting to his feet. "Don't you dare move."  

"I won't," he promised thickly as he watched the other man digging through his discarded pants for his cell phone.  

"You know," his husband mused as he climbed back on the bed, swiping open the camera and lifting the device with a pensive expression, taking a moment to find the angle he wanted before starting to snap, "if any of these come out well, I might have to get them printed, maybe put them on the living room wall for anyone to see?"  

The faux shutter effect punctuated the suggestion and something in Bucky shattered at the sound, his eyes flooding with tears that quickly spilled over, trickling down his face and into his hair, messing him up even worse. Of course he knew Steve would never follow through on his threat, but the thought of it, the idea that anyone coming into their home would see him like this, filthy and used and owned by his husband... It was almost overwhelming, but so fucking perfect that he never wanted the moment to end.  

"Beautiful," Steve murmured as he shifted over him, snapping a shot of his face and a close up between his splayed legs before raising up onto his knees to get Bucky's whole body in the frame, his expression softening as he looked down at him. "You don't even know how incredible you look, how incredible you are. I'm the luckiest man alive," he finished, capturing one last picture of the watery smile Bucky broke into at the compliment, before sprawling out beside him, the cell phone still clutched in his hand.  

"Can I see?" he asked again, twisting his head to meet Steve's gaze with his own, though he still didn't drop his position.  

"Of course you can, baby, you've been so good for me." His husband leaned in to kiss his temple, then nudged gently at his leg, finally giving him permission to relax. "Here, look."  

Stretching out his stiff limbs, Bucky nevertheless looked where Steve told him, his eyes settling on the illuminated screen in the other man's hand as he flicked slowly through the handful of pictures he'd taken.  

"See?" Steve offered, stopping on a close up of his crotch and then zooming in even closer, making sure Bucky could see everything. "Look at that hungry little hole, the way it's clutching so desperately at the plug I gave it, but it still wants more, see?" He pointed to the sticky white trails, one staining the glittering red heart that formed the base of the toy while another had caught him just above it, dripping down his perineum to pool at his rim. "And here?" Steve shifted the focus until his caged cock took centre stage, wet and angry looking within its confines as it pressed against the bars, looking somehow even messier than his ass.  

"You made me yours," Bucky whispered as he took in the sight of it, of his own body bent to his husband's will and generously coated with the proof of just how much the other man wanted him, how much he was willing to do to give him what he wanted. 

Steve hummed, but didn't say anything as he continued flipping through the rest of the photos, letting Bucky look his fill, before tossing the cell onto the nightstand and propping himself up on his elbow, his expression unexpectedly pensive.  

"What's your safeword, baby?"  

"Uh... Pineapple?" he stared up at his husband with no little amount of confusion, because sure Steve often checked in with him during scenes, but they weren't exactly in the heat of the moment just then.  

When the other man actually huffed out a soft laugh in response, it only baffled him further, but before he could ask what was so funny, Steve spoke. "And yet you think I made you mine?" he queried, sounding almost incredulous, "You think I'm the one in control here?"  

"I didn't decide to come all over me," he protested, though he was beginning to get an inkling of where his husband's head had spiralled off to, "I didn't lock myself in a cage."  

"I'm yours, Buck," the other man insisted, ignoring his arguments and pressing his palm to Bucky's cheek, apparently completely uncaring of the sticky mess there. "Everything I do to you, I do because you want me to. Sure I offer up ideas-" 

"Filthy ideas," he interjected with a snort. 

"But you're the one who says yes or no," Steve finished, "I just facilitate." 

"Hey, don't put this all on me, pal," Bucky interrupted again, because really. "You're even kinkier than I am, Rogers," he waved towards his crotch again and the metal fucking cage his husband had locked him in for the entirety of their wedding. 

"Are you going to let me finish or is this your way of asking to be put over my knee?" Steve demanded, sounding faintly exasperated. 

"Well, I mean, if you're offering..." 

"The point is," the other man pressed on, refusing to take the bait, "that I am nothing more than your humble servant, here to indulge your every desire. I'm yours, Buck, you own me and I wouldn't have it any other way." 

"You're such a punk." 

"Your punk, though," his husband insisted stubbornly, only now there was something new in his tone; a hesitancy that hadn't been there before but was creeping in now that Bucky was continuing to push back. 

Not that he thought the other man was entirely wrong about which of them was really in control. After all, Steve had always made it more than clear that when it came down to it, Bucky was the one with the real power in their dynamic, but that wasn't the point. Right now, they were playing, even if this particular game had lasted far longer than any other they'd played, and Bucky wanted to at least continue the pretence that he was at Steve's mercy, belonging to him in a way that went far beyond the realms of the piece of paper they had signed earlier that day. He wanted to be Steve's; mind, body and soul and right now his focus was very much on the 'body' part of that equation. Only if he wanted his husband's attention back where it belonged then he knew what he had to say, knew what reassurance the other man was angling for, even if he didn't know how to outright ask for it, or, knowing Steve, didn't even know he was asking for it in the first place. 

"Fine, you're mine. Happy now?" he retorted, because whilst he would never deny Steve a damn thing, he didn't have to make it easy. 

"Say it like you mean it, why don't you?" his husband teased, though Bucky could see from his expression that even that was probably enough for him, the slight concession settling whatever was going on in his head that had left him needing a checkin of his own. Still, the other man had never hesitated to soothe him whenever he needed it and Bucky sure as hell wasn't going to let him down now that it was apparently his turn. 

"You're mine, Steve," he responded rather than letting it go, pointedly using his husband's name in place of his title. "You're the love of my fucking life, you're my Dom, whether we choose to use that word or not, and now you're my husband." He caught hold of the other man's left hand with his own, bringing it up to his lips to kiss the gleaming gold band circling his finger. "And you're the best all of those things that I could ever think to ask for. Today was one of the most incredible days of my life and tonight is already proving to be even better. 

"I love the cage, I love the plug, I love that you used ice on me just because you know how much it gets me going and I love that you punished me when I asked for it even though I know you only wanted to spoil me tonight. I love how owned you've made me feel, how much of a mess you've made of me and how your wonderful wicked brain is already thinking of ways to punish me for being so filthy, just in case I still want more." He offered Steve a little smirk then as he added, "Which I do, by the way, even if it's just you being a bit mean before you decide to magnanimously forgive me even though I'm hopeless and desperate and needy," he stopped abruptly, realising he was riling himself up again when he was supposed to still be comforting his husband. "And yeah, fine," he continued, returning his attention to what had started this whole conversation, "maybe we can't put those photos up in the living room without permanently traumatising some of your friends, but if you wanted, we could still put one up in the playroom. A special wedding photo, just for us. A reminder of how fucking good you are to me. Always," he emphasised pointedly, "but especially tonight." 

For a moment, Steve didn't say anything, though from the way his throat was working, Bucky was pretty sure he was trying to get something out. In the end, however, all he managed was a slightly choked, "I did make a mess of you, huh?"  

"Yeah," he agreed with a warm, satisfied smile, "you did." 

"Sorry," the other man started, before immediately correcting course. "Not for... " he waved at Bucky's body, his eyes darkening a little as he took in the sight of him all over again, "but just, I mean..." he trailed off with a grimace. "You know what I mean." 

And Bucky did know what he meant. Admittedly it had been a while since it had happened, at least this noticeably, but it was hardly the first time Steve had got himself twisted up over something they'd done together, worrying that he'd gone too far. The fact that it was the photos that appeared to have triggered it this time, rather than any specific act, seemed almost counterintuitive, but though Bucky couldn't say for sure what it was that had spooked the other man so badly, it did make some sort of sense that it was only when faced with the clear evidence of what he'd done that his impetuous husband had stopped to properly think. Except Steve really did have nothing to worry about and Bucky knew just how to get that across, loud and clear. 

"My safeword is pineapple," he reiterated firmly, "and my pizza is currently one hundred percent pineapple free, just like it's been all day. Just cheese and tomato on a nice thick base," he gave the other man a pointed once over, "but it can always use some extra sausage." 

At that Steve tipped his head back and laughed, loud and unbridled, muttering "extra fucking sausage" under his breath before finally pulling himself back together and looking down at him with a soft smile. "Thank you," he added, and Bucky wasn't certain if the slight flush staining his cheeks was from embarrassment or residual amusement, but before he could work it out, his husband visibly squared his shoulders and got with the program, his gaze darkening as it roamed critically over Bucky's body. "You really are absolutely filthy."  

"Yes, Captain," he agreed, ducking his head to look at the other man through his lashes as he happily settled back into his own submissive role, "Sorry, Captain."  

Steve sighed loudly in response, but from the open expression on his face, Bucky was pretty certain his husband's freak out was over and his words only confirmed the theory. "What am I supposed to do with you now, huh?" He shook his head with mock disappointment as he looked him over again, before adding, "What use are you to me like this?"  

"I'm sorry," he whispered again, his cheeks flushing hotly and his toes curling with the mere idea of being of use to the other man.  

"You should be," Steve tutted, "Now I'm going to have to clean you up before I can do anything with you at all, so go on then, get up."  

"Yes, Captain," he agreed, snapping to attention and doing his best not to make even more of a mess of the sheets they were going to be sleeping on later, although he recognised it was probably a rather futile effort at this point.  

"And the bed!" The other man frowned at him like it was his fault before shaking his head again, unexpectedly turning even meaner now that he'd had his fears allayed, not that Bucky had any intention of complaining. "I can't even put you on your knees while I clean up your mess," he gestured to Bucky's sticky calf. 

"I'm sorry, Captain." He hung his head in a show of contrition.  

"Oh, you will be," Steve warned, getting to his feet and nodding towards the bathroom door. "In there," he snapped, "Now."  

Gingerly, so as not to risk dripping anything untowards on the plush carpet, Bucky did as he was told, biting back a whine of disappointment when his husband didn't immediately follow him.  

Not knowing what else to do while he waited for more detailed instructions, he merely stepped into the room and moved to stand in the centre of the floor. It was, of course, a fairly large space. Not quite as big as their ensuite in the tower, but sizable enough to contain two sinks and a walk-in shower big enough for even two supersoldiers to share. The piece de resistance, however, was the huge whirlpool tub that was more jacuzzi than private bath. It looked nice enough that Bucky was busy wondering if they could convince Tony to install something similar in their apartment when he happened to look up and all thoughts of home renovations immediately vanished from his head.  

The his and hers, or perhaps his and his, sinks were set into a wide marble counter spanning most of one side of the room. Above it, was a mirror, reaching right up to the ceiling and reflecting Bucky's debauched appearance back at him with a clarity that made his gut clench and his toes curl. Of course, he'd already poured over the photos Steve had taken and he knew what his husband had done to him, the state he'd left him in, but seeing it like this...  

In the end he didn't know how long the other man left him there, just staring at himself and trying not to fidget, wanting to somehow rock himself back on the plug in his ass just to get some relief, though he knew that even if he could get it to move right, the cage would keep him from orgasming regardless. The fact that he couldn't, that even left alone without explicit instructions not to, there was nothing he could do to make himself come, that he was completely dependent on Steve for his pleasure, only got him hotter.  

He could hear his husband now, padding around the bedroom and rustling sheets in a way that was achingly familiar. How many times had he watched or listened while the other man diligently changed the bed after one of their scenes, making sure to give Bucky a soft, clean place to cuddle up to him in once they were done. Only it was a little different at home, where they kept a neat stack of bed linen in the closet. Where had Steve managed to get clean sheets from in a fancy hotel? Had he called housekeeping while Bucky was too distracted to notice? Had he brought a stranger into their room while Bucky was right there, naked and filthy in the middle of the bathroom, the door wide open for anyone to see him? Rather unsurprisingly, the thought did nothing to temper his ardour and by the time Steve finally stepped into the room with him, Bucky was all but vibrating with it.  

The fact that the other man was still naked suggested that he probably hadn't requested assistance for the bed and as he strolled over to the bath, picking up one of the bottles set neatly on the shelf, his words only confirmed it.  

"Tony really did think of everything," his husband chuckled, waving what appeared to be waterproof lube in Bucky's general direction, before replacing it on the side and leaning over to set the taps running. "He's got us everything from champagne to clean sheets," Steve added as he crossed over to him, pressing up against his back and meeting his gaze in the mirror. "Everything I need to make a mess of you," he wrapped one arm around Bucky's waist, pulling him tight against him and rocking his body forward to rub his cock between Bucky's cheeks, "Inside," he added, grinding his dick against the base of the plug and earning himself a ragged moan, "and out," he finished with a sloppy kiss pressed against his shoulder.  

"Yes, Captain," he sighed, leaning back against the hot wall of muscle behind him and letting Steve take a little of his weight.  

"Mmm, good boy," his husband kissed his neck, just below the collar, then gave the leash a gentle tug. "You think you've learned your lesson?"  

Bucky nodded, but couldn't quite make his voice work as he watched the other man wind the leash around his fist until it was pulled taut barely six inches from his throat.  

"Well I guess we'll see, won't we?"  

Steve tugged at the leash again, only this time he pulled hard enough to make Bucky turn his head, finally looking away from the mirror only to have his mouth caught in a downright ravenous kiss. Moaning helplessly, he felt his knees buckle, but the other man was right there to hold him up, keeping him locked in place as he ravished his mouth, kissing him until he didn't know which way was up and which was down.  

By the time they finally broke for air, Bucky genuinely wasn't sure he could stand up unaided, but Steve didn't seem to have any intention of letting him go, so he decided not to worry about that. Besides, he had something rather more pressing to concern himself with when his husband unwound his grip on the leash and reached for the chain around his own neck instead, pulling it free.  

"You know, Buck," the other man's tone was deceptively casual as he brought his hand down between Bucky's legs and fit the key into the padlock, twisting it open with a click. "As pretty as you look with your dick all wrapped up for me, it is my wedding night and I want to be able to play with one of my favourite toys." He pulled the lock free, dropping both it and the chain onto the counter in front of him. "You wouldn't deny me that, would you, baby?"  

"No, Captain," he promised immediately, keeping himself carefully still despite the way Steve's words left him almost shaking with excitement.  

"No," his husband echoed softly as he carefully worked him out of the cage. "But that doesn't mean I don't still expect you to behave yourself." He dropped the two sections beside the padlock then reached down to grope him, one hand rolling his balls in his palm while the other wrapped around his cock. Still mostly soft, but wasting no time in filling now that it had the freedom to do so. "Now, we're going to have a nice relaxing bath together and if you can control yourself," he gave him a squeeze, then let go, tutting loudly when Bucky couldn't stop himself from thrusting his hips into thin air, chasing the sensation he'd been denied for so long. "If you can control yourself," Steve repeated, his tone making it perfectly clear how low his expectations were, "then perhaps I'll let you have a reward. Bend over the counter."  

The sudden command was so unexpected that it took him several precious seconds to process it, by which point his husband's expression had twisted into a dark scowl, lightened only by the glint of amusement shining in his eyes.  

"I said," Steve growled, "bend over."  

The words were punctuated by a ringing smack delivered to his right ass cheek and he genuinely didn't know if it was that or his own limbs that had him flying forward, catching himself on the counter with his hands. The move left him with his ass sticking out and his legs slightly spread for balance. It also left him in a prime position for getting spanked, something Steve highlighted with another sharp swat to his left buttock. 

"Wider," his husband demanded, kicking lightly at the inside of one of his ankles until he was where the other man wanted him, and only then did Steve smile. "Good boy." 

It quickly became apparent what was about to happen when Steve reached between his legs to toy with the plug, but he didn't pull it out immediately. Instead he started working it slowly in and out of him again, stretching his rim around the thickest part of it before nudging it forward just far enough that Bucky's body pulled it hungrily back inside with no further assistance, only for the other man to start the whole process again. 

"So greedy, baby," Steve commented as his ass twitched and clenched, sucking the toy back in the moment his husband released it, "Always so eager to be full. And look," he added, his free hand coming around to rest against Bucky's hip, finger and thumb splayed as if to highlight his erection without touching it at all, "look at this. So hard already and you only just got out of your cage. What if I'd wanted to lock you right back in it, huh? Give you a wash and put you away again?" 

"I'm sorry," he whispered. 

"Well it's just lucky I want to keep you out of it for a bit longer, isn't it?" Steve continued, pulling the plug almost completely free of him this time, leaving only the very tip to tease at his rim, before finally shoving it back into him with a low growl. "Because if I was going to lock you up again, I don't think I'd bother with a nice soft towel this time." He pressed hard at the base of the plug, rocking his thumb back and forth so Bucky could feel every little twitch of movement inside him. "I think this time I'd just fill up that bucket with nice cold water from the tap, maybe call down to reception for some extra ice, just to make sure there's enough, and then I'd dunk your cock right in it. Have you kneel on the floor with the bucket between your thighs, miserable and shivering until you learn how to control yourself. What do you think?" 

"I..." he tried, only he didn't even know where to start with that.  

It was just on the edge of being too far, something that would likely always remain a baseless threat for Steve to torment him with, but he loved it anyway. Loved the way his head immediately filled with images of himself on his hands and knees, the shining metal bucket on the floor beneath him, rattling with dozens of ice cubes, too many to melt no matter how warm the rest of the room was. He imagined how his husband would loom over him, maybe even pressing down on his spine to keep him in place, forcing his hard cock and poor sensitive balls into the freezing water, ignoring his pitiful whimpers as he cried and pleaded for it to stop.  

"Not enough?" the other man queried when it became obvious Bucky wasn't going to manage to say anything further. "Well, I suppose this could help, huh?" At that Steve worked the plug out of his ass again, only this time he pulled it free completely, holding it up for him to see in the mirror while his ass clenched desperately, longing to be filled again. "Perhaps we should give this a little rinse, since we've got all that water just sloshing about under you. Get it nice and wet before I push it back inside? Because we know how metal gets when it's exposed to something cold, don't we?"  

Steve pressed a kiss to his left shoulder, likely remembering how many times Bucky had made himself jump after spending too long clutching a cold drink and then accidentally touching his bare skin with temporarily icy fingers. The trouble was, in general the arm was incredibly efficient at maintaining a steady temperature so he rarely stopped to think about it, but even it took a second or two to regulate if Bucky let it get too hot or too cold. It was why he still used oven mitts when he cooked.  

"Although you're so hot, baby, you'd warm it up again so fast, wouldn't you?" his husband continued, "I'd have to keep doing it, pulling it out of you and cooling it down again before putting it right back inside you." 

Steve punctuated his words by doing exactly that, pushing the plug into his hole, and though it wasn't remotely chilled, still clinging on to his body heat after having been inside him for so long, he couldn't help the shiver that chased its way down his spine as his rim stretched easily around the hard metal.  

"But hey, maybe even that wouldn't be enough for you, huh, Buck? You need more? Maybe a nice big ice cube pushed right into this tight little hole?" The other man pulled the plug all the way out again, then pushed it right back in. "How many do you think you could take, baby?" he repeated the move with the plug, easily working it into him again as he said "One?" The plug was removed and replaced, "Two?" 

Over and over, Steve tugged the plug free only to slip it back in with another count. Three, four, five... Until it was everything Bucky could do to keep his limbs locked, his body in the position his husband wanted it.  

"Maybe we'll have to experiment some time," the other man continued, finally pulling the plug free for the last time and setting it on the side beside the cage, "See how much you can take for real."  

"Please," he gasped, fighting not to rock back into it when Steve stepped forward, his cock sliding between Bucky's cheeks and catching on his rim.  

"Please what, baby? Please fuck you?" He rolled his hips again. "Please torture you with a whole fucking bucket of ice until you're soft and small and begging to go back in your cage, just to make it stop?" He snaked his hand around to give Bucky's hard, dripping cock a rough squeeze. "Or is it just please fill you up with ice until you come all over yourself?"  

"Please," he begged again, "I want... I want..."  

"What do you want, Buck? Tell me and maybe, if you're a very good boy, then maybe I'll let you have it."  

"The last one," he managed to get out finally, because he was pretty sure at this point that he was going to get fucked, whether he asked for it or not, just as he knew perfectly well that his dick was definitely not going to end up in the hotel's ice bucket, even if he did want it to, which admittedly, he wasn't entirely sure he did. The last one though...  

It wouldn't even be the first time they'd tried it, though they hadn't experimented all that much then. The one and only time they'd played with ice before today, Steve had slipped a single cube into him, but he'd quickly realised that he could only really feel it while it was being pushed through the ring of muscle and he'd far preferred the feel of it on his skin, something the other man had clearly picked up on. Not that he thought it would feel any different if they played with that again, but if it wasn't just one cube. If Steve just kept going, kept pressing those cold slick blocks into him, then even if he couldn't feel them inside him, he would still know they were there. Would still be able to imagine his ass full of little frozen blocks, clinking together as he moved and flooding his channel as they melted almost as fast as the other man inserted them. And in any case, he would still feel them going in. Each icy stretch against his hole... 

"Please, Captain, I want that."  

"Of course you do," his husband chuckled then, pulling him upright and wrapping both arms around his waist, seemingly uncaring of how much of a mess he still was. "Well maybe when we get home and I don't have to ask reception for supplies we'll see, but right now I think we're going to do what I want." 

"Oh, yes Captain, anything," he agreed unhesitatingly. 

"Anything, huh?" Steve asked lightly, only to reach up and unclip the leash, tossing it onto the counter. 

"Yes, Captain," he promised, reminding himself that the collar was still in place, even if the rest of his adornments had been removed, at least for the moment. 

"Go shower off then. You're a mess and I expect better from my toys." 

Swallowing roughly, he nodded once, before reluctantly stepping out of Steve's hold and heading for the shower. It wasn't quite what he'd expected, what with the bath behind him still filling with water, but he was pretty filthy, so it was hardly unreasonable to expect him to rinse off before they got into the tub together. 

While Bucky fiddled with the dials, working out the stupidly complex shower system and trying to neither burn himself to a crisp nor unintentionally freeze his balls off, he listened to the sounds of the other man moving around behind him, turning off the taps in the bath and then going back to the sink, presumably to wash the toys while he had the chance. By the time Bucky was under the pleasantly warm spray, rubbing at his sticky face and chest with a handful of shower gel, Steve was just finishing off, the leash and cage both drying on a spread out towel while he diligently rinsed the soap off of the plug. 

To Bucky's delight, rather than heading over to the bath to wait for him to be done, his husband instead crossed to the shower, stepping in with him and pressing up close. 

"How you doing?" Steve queried, one hand slipping over his wet hip to clutch his ass cheek. 

"Nearly done," he reported, gingerly wrapping soapy fingers around his cock, trying to clean it without pleasuring himself too much. 

"Nearly, huh?" the other man grinned suddenly, only before Bucky could even begin to guess what his husband was planning, he was nearly leaping off of his feet as something hard and startlingly cold pressed against his asshole. 

"Wha-?" he shivered, belatedly getting a hold of himself and standing carefully still even as the pressure increased until... oh. It was just the plug, he realised. Only Steve must have washed it in cold water, something that was made all the more shocking when compared to the temperature of the water raining down on him. 

"So it does keep the cold, huh?" his husband asked, grinning even more widely when Bucky nodded sharply, "That is good to know. Now come on, we haven't got all day." 

A second later, both Steve and the plug were gone again, the other man taking the toy back to the sink to clean again, while he left Bucky to wash his still tingling hole. 

"You ready yet?" Steve queried as he crossed to the bath, climbing in before pressing a couple of buttons on the wall to turn on the jets.  

"Almost, Captain," he promised, pulling his soapy fingers free from his body and quickly rinsing himself off, before turning off the shower and following Steve's come hither gesture over to the tub. 

"Come on," the other man encouraged, helping him into the bath with a steadying hand and then guiding him down to straddle his lap. "Mmm, now that's better, isn't it, baby?" he purred, his arms snaking around Bucky's back and pulling him close.  

"Yes, Captain," he agreed happily, melting into the embrace and curving his spine in order to rest his head on his husband's shoulder.  

"Yeah? You doing ok?" Steve checked, one hand sliding up his back to stroke over the sensitive skin just above the clasp of his collar.  

"Mhmm, I'm good." 

"Yeah you are. So good, baby," the other man pressed a kiss to his temple then hooked a finger under his chin, tilting his head up to press an equally chaste kiss against his lips. "You sure you don't need anything?" he added when he drew back, the barest hint of a smirk on his face as he asked a question he knew full well he wouldn't get a straight answer to.  

"That's up to you," Bucky dutifully returned.  

"And how about what you want?" Steve took pity on him, evidently wanting to offer him the chance to give a real answer, should he wish it.  

"I just want you," he admitted. "Tonight- hell, the whole damn day has been better than I could ever have imagined. You've given me everything I could have asked for and more, I gotta be the luckiest guy in the world."  

"You think so, huh? Maybe you should get back to me on that later when I still haven't let you come," Steve smirked and Bucky couldn't help grinning back, even as he shivered with anticipation.  

"Whatever you want," he insisted, though he knew that even if the other man made him wait for it, it would happen eventually. Games or not, there was no way his husband was going to let him go to bed on their wedding night with nothing but an all but ruined orgasm and a forced orgasm to show for it.  

"What I want is to fuck you again," Steve replied easily, "so why don't you bend over the side of the tub for me and I'll get you ready."  

"Yes, Captain," he agreed immediately, already moving to get into position.  

"Straighten your legs a bit," the other man guided him, "I know it's waterproof lube, but I still need that perky little ass out of the water while I slick you up."  

Resisting the temptation to glare over his shoulder because he was in fact not a complete idiot and had already raised his ass out of the water, he dutifully pushed himself a bit higher until a hand on his rear stopped him.  

"Much better," Steve decided, a clear grin in his voice though it took Bucky a second to work out what he was so amused by.  

Except then the other man turned the jets off, letting the water settle back down, and suddenly the froth of bubbles that had been practically caressing Bucky's dick eased off until it was just smooth water, only rippling very gently with their movements and tickling his balls something awful as the water line rose lightly up and down his sac where it hung down between his legs.  

"Comfortable?" Steve asked teasingly, the hand on his ass disappearing only long enough to pour out some slick before returning to keep him locked in position.  

Not quite sure how to respond to that, he merely moaned, pretending to himself that it was the gentle press of fingers at his hole that prompted the reaction and not the discovery of yet another way for his husband to torture him.  

As Steve began slowly opening him up again, Bucky let himself drift a little, absently enjoying the press of the other man's digits inside him, even as he let the sensation of the water on his body send his thoughts reeling. He wondered how it would feel on his cock, both while it was hard and aching like it was now, but also when it was locked away in its cage, straining against the bars in search of relief. Would it feel better or worse to have that teasing touch against his desperate skin?  

He was still a bit lost in thought when a sudden press against his prostate had him keening, nearly tipping him head first into the water at the shock of sensation.  

"Oh, I'm sorry," Steve offered, sounding anything but, "Did I distract you from your thoughts?"  

"Sorry, Captain," he apologised quickly, resettling himself back where the other man had put him.  

"Care to share with the class?" his husband added, his fingers glancing over Bucky's prostate again in a move that seemed almost accidental, but most definitely wasn't.  

"I was thinking about the water," he confessed, "wondering how it would feel if I was still in the cage."  

"Well we can try it if you want. I'm sure we still have some ice left," Steve's tone was positively evil as he began a full scale assault on Bucky's prostate making him cry out at the sudden rush of pleasure.  

"Whatever you want," he managed to choke out, only for the other man to stop abruptly, returning to stretching him open and avoiding his prostate entirely.  

"Maybe next time," Steve decided. "I want you hard for this."  

"Yes, Captain."  

"Good boy," his husband praised, pushing three fingers deep inside him and rubbing insistently at his prostate for several long seconds.  

By the time Steve stopped again, Bucky was moaning helplessly, his whole body trembling as he tried to keep himself upright in the water. Admittedly it was a relief in a way, given how close he was to coming, probably without permission, but that didn't make it any less frustrating and he couldn't quite bite back a groan as the other man pulled free completely.  

"Well if you're going to be like that, maybe I shouldn't give you my cock at all," Steve teased, though the threat didn't seem to stop him from guiding Bucky back until he was propped against his husband's chest, half hovering over his lap, nor did his movements stop Bucky from apologising.  

"I'm sorry, Captain," he babbled, "I want your cock so bad, please let me have it, I'll be good, I promise, please."  

"Is that right?" Steve asked lightly, reaching down to rub the head of his dick over Bucky's hole without making any effort to push in, "You're gonna be good, huh? Gonna sit on my cock, keep it nice and warm for me, while we have a lovely relaxing bath together?"  

"Yes, Captain," he gasped, forcing himself not to push back, not to try and take Steve inside him before the other man was ready to let him have it. He would be good, damn it.  

"Alright then, baby, take a seat."  

With a low moan of pleasure, Bucky did just that, sinking down onto his husband's cock until he was fully impaled on his lap, his legs splayed wide around the other man's thighs and his back flush with his chest.  

For the few moments it took him to adjust to the stretch, Steve didn't move, simply holding him in place with his arms around his waist, his lips pressing soft kisses to his shoulder. As the minutes began to tick by however, the other man's hands began to wander, trailing up over Bucky's chest to thumb at his nipples, before gliding back down to fondle his balls or run a gentle fingertip over the head of his cock. The pressure was so light, the touches so fleeting that they seemed almost absent, as though his husband didn't even realise he was doing it. Except that he clearly knew exactly what he was doing, riling him up until he was squirming helplessly.  

"Bucky," Steve reprimanded, "sit still."  

"Sorry, Captain," he choked out, trying to force himself to obey even as those wicked fingers began running lightly up and down the length of his erection.  

Despite that, he tried not to move, but it was so hard. He was so hard, only Steve had told him to sit still and he wanted so badly to be good, wanted to make his new husband happy, to prove that he could be everything the other man could ever think to ask for.  

"Hmm, I suppose that's a little better," Steve decided, continuing his torment with one hand pinching lightly at Bucky's left nipple while the other slipped between his legs to trace his rim where it was stretched tight around his husband's dick. "But I just need somewhere warm and wet to put my cock. If I'd wanted a pulsing cock sleeve, I'd have brought a different toy into the bath with me." 

There was so much to unpack from that, he wasn't even sure where to start. That the other man was essentially telling him off for the way his ass kept twitching helplessly at the continued stimulation was one thing, but the idea that he'd simply been choosing between toys, that Bucky, his husband, was no different to a battery powered silicone tube. Lesser, even, because at least an inanimate object could obey the simple instructions Bucky was struggling so hard with...  

"I'm sorry, I'll do better," he promised just as the other man timed a hard twist of his nipple with the sharp press of his finger against Bucky's perineum, making him jolt helplessly, his whole body jerking as he clenched down hard on Steve's cock.  

"Now, now, don't lie to me, Buck, or I'll have to punish you again." 

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to," he swore, "I'm trying, Captain, I promise. I want to be good for you."  

"Then be good," his husband told him, as if it was that fucking easy with the other man doing his best to drive him absolutely crazy. "It's really not that hard," Steve continued, casually wrapping a hand around Bucky's incredibly hard cock and starting to stroke him leisurely, "Just lie back against me and sit still."  

"Yes, Captain," he choked, focusing on taking deep careful breaths, rather than the feel of his husband's hands on him.  

"Good boy." Steve pressed a kiss against his shoulder and then another a little higher up his neck, nudging at the collar still fastened around his throat.  

At the same time, the hand that had been tormenting his nipple finally released him in favour of gliding down his left arm. When the other man reached his fingers, he gave them a gentle squeeze before thumbing over the band of Bucky's wedding ring, kept firmly in place by the special groove Tony had installed for that exact purpose. There was something intensely possessive about the gesture, but it was a sweet one nonetheless and it affected Bucky in a way he couldn't have predicted.  

As another kiss was pressed to his throat, just beneath the line of the collar, reminding him quite how thoroughly he was owned, everything in him suddenly seemed to release. His muscles went lax as he melted against Steve's chest, his head tipping back to rest against an unfailingly supportive shoulder. He was still hard and desperately turned on, was still achingly aware of the way the other man's fingers were softly stroking over his cock, but it didn't matter. All that mattered was that he was here, with Steve, with his husband, whom he loved more than anything else and who always always gave him what he needed. 

"Good boy," Steve repeated, voice soft against his throat, evidently feeling his surrender.  

"I love you," he managed to murmur back, somehow melting even more when the sentiment was immediately returned.  

"I love you too," Steve vowed between kisses trailed up along his jaw, "And look at you, being so good for me, I'm so proud of you."  

"Thank you, Captain," he practically purred, turning his head when the other man nudged at him with his nose until he found his lips caught in a slow, sensual kiss.  

He didn't know how long they stayed like that in the end, his husband's tongue in his mouth and his cock in his ass, their bodies as closely entwined as it was possible for them to be, but by the time they finally parted, the fingertips still trailing over his erection were deeply pruned and Bucky was once again struggling to hold himself steady. When Steve's hand suddenly wrapped around him, he couldn't stop himself from squirming and when the other man tightened his hold, his own arousal abruptly slammed through him, leaving him desperately clinging to the edge.  

"Please," he whimpered, his ass clenching helplessly around the rigid length inside him.  

"Shh, you're ok," his husband reassured him, "You've been so good for me, baby, don't spoil it now."  

And Bucky wanted to say he wouldn't, wanted to promise his obedience, but he was so close all of a sudden and he genuinely didn't know if he could hold back much longer. 

"I want to be good," he offered instead, voice cracking a little as he tried to breathe through the rapidly growing pleasure, "Please, Captain, I want to be good."  

"Then be good," Steve told him, but to Bucky's relief, he finally pulled his hand away, stroking up and down his inner thigh instead, but giving him enough of a reprieve to get himself back under some semblance of control.  

"I'll be good," he promised this time, "I'll be so good for you."  

"Yeah you will," his husband pressed a kiss against his cheek, before asking, "You ready to get out now?"  

Bucky nodded, but made no effort to move, something which seemed to amuse the other man, though he appeared happy enough to take matters into his own hands.  

Lifting him clean off of his lap, Steve guided him up onto his knees before climbing out of the tub. Stopping only long enough to wrap a towel around his waist, he reached for Bucky, helping him out onto the bathmat and then bundling him up in a big fluffy towel of his own.  

"I'm so proud of you, baby," his husband murmured as he dried him off. "You were so good for me, kept me so nice and warm," he pressed the towel between his cheeks, rubbing over his sensitive hole, "kept this little dick of yours from getting overexcited and making a mess," the terrycloth stroked lightly over his still hard cock, "So I think you deserve a reward, don't you?"  

"If you think I do."  

"I think you deserve everything," Steve told him, dropping a kiss on his lips before pulling back with a smile.  

Hanging the damp terrycloth back on its rail, the other man unwound the towel from around his own body, quickly drying himself off too before reaching for Bucky's hand and leading him back into the bedroom.  

"So, what do you want for your reward?" his husband questioned as they got back onto the bed, now made up with crisp, clean sheets. "You can have anything you want, anything at all."  

A little thrown by the offer that was far more open ended than he was used to receiving when they played, Bucky nibbled on his lip as he tried to work out what he wanted, something made all the more difficult after spending so much time completely given over to Steve.  

When the other man leaned in suddenly, pulling his lip free of his teeth only to nibble on it himself, he nearly cracked, nearly begged his husband to choose his reward for him, only before he could even attempt it, Steve nipped sharply at his mouth then drew back to look at him.  

"I know what you're thinking," the other man teased, "but I'm not going to pick for you, not this time."  

"Why not?" he asked, trying not to sound petulant, but not entirely convinced he'd succeeded.  

"Because tonight isn't like every other night," his husband explained softly, "and I know how much you love this, how hot it gets you when I decide everything for you, and you know I love it too, but I want tonight to be special and I want to make damn sure that you get everything you could possibly want or need."  

"But you always give me what I need, Captain, always."  

And he definitely sounded petulant now, but whilst he may not know what he wanted, he did know what he didn't want and what he didn't want was to have to think. He wanted Steve to take control, wanted Steve to tell him what he could and couldn't have, wanted Steve to show him who he belonged to, who owned him, heart and soul. He wanted... He wanted.  

"I just want to be yours," he tried, as his thoughts crystallised into something coherent and he belatedly realised what his husband was really after. The other man wasn't asking him to guide the scene, wasn't expecting Bucky to tell him how to touch him, or what position to fuck him in, he just wanted Bucky to consciously acknowledge that this was what he wanted. That the best reward he could be given was his own freedom to submit himself. A subtle confirmation that even tonight of all nights, this was still what he wanted, that Steve had read him right, had given him everything he craved.  

"Go on," his husband encouraged now, lips quirked up into a knowing smile, "keep going. Be a good boy for me and tell me what you want."  

"I want you to take me," he continued, warming to his theme as the other man's smile widened into something proud and satisfied. "Any way you want, it doesn't matter, I just want you inside me, want to be the one to make you feel good. You don't even have to let me come if you don't want to, just... please, Captain, just take me. Make me yours."  

"Oh, Bucky," Steve moaned, capturing his mouth in a rough kiss, even as he immediately reached blindly for the lube on the nightstand. 

He didn't need any more prep, not after everything else they'd done, and the other man didn't tease him. A couple of fingers to make sure he was wet enough and then his husband was pressing him back against the sheets, guiding his hastily slicked cock into Bucky's body and pinning him in place beneath him.  

"There you go, baby," Steve purred as he slid home, "there you go."  

"Thank you," he sighed contentedly, only for the words to be kissed off of his lips.  

His husband kept his thrusts slow but deep, one arm hooking under Bucky's left knee to hold him wide open as he claimed him. It made him feel just the way he wanted to feel, taken and owned, but it was so much more than that too. In this position Steve's face was mere inches from his own and Bucky was just as caught by the other man's eyes as he was by the physical weight of him pinning him down. The way his husband was looking at him, hungry and loving in equal measure, only made the feeling more intense and he didn't think he had ever been so certain that this was exactly where he was supposed to be, who he was supposed to be.  

For a long time Steve didn't say anything more, letting his body do the talking instead, but as he began to move faster, his hips slamming against Bucky's ass with every thrust, he finally broke his silence.  

"Mine," his husband declared roughly. "You're mine, Buck."  

"Yours," he promised breathlessly. "All yours."  

"I love you," the other man continued fiercely, moving even faster now, clearly chasing his orgasm without the slightest care for whether Bucky followed him over the edge or not. "I love you so much, baby, you feel so good, gonna make me come so hard." 

"Please," he begged helplessly, not for his own release, but for Steve's, "please." 

A harsh kiss was pressed to his mouth, more teeth than tongue, and then his husband was throwing his head back and coming, his whole body shaking with the force of it as he pumped his release deep inside Bucky's ass.  

"Fuck," Steve groaned once he was done, stilling his movements without making any effort to withdraw. "Told you you were gonna make me come hard," he added with a husky laugh, "and now," he started to move again, just rolling his hips gently, in the way he often did when he wanted to stay hard after an orgasm, "about that reward..."  

"I thought that was my reward..."  

"Well it was part of it," his husband acknowledged, "because I know how much you love getting fucked," he gave one sharp thrust, then went back to rocking softly back and forth, "and I know you love it when I come in you, but I promised you something special, didn't I?" He leaned in close, lips quirked up into a downright wicked smile as he finished with, "And I do come in you rather often."  

"Yes, Captain," Bucky breathed, shivering at the reminder of quite how many times they'd done this, of how frequently he found himself deliciously full of Steve's release.  

"And there are so many other things I could do to you, aren't there?" the other man continued, "So many things I could give you that'll have you saying 'thank you, Captain' as soon as we're done."  

Bucky nodded, but couldn't quite get his mouth to form actual words. Not with the way his husband was looking at him, as if he might devour him at any moment.  

"I mean, I could just keep going," Steve suggested, "fill you up until I'm spent. I could put you back in your cage and finger you until you cry. I could eat my cum out of that hungry little hole or suck on your cock until you're begging for it. I could do any of that, all of that, and never once let you come and what would you say?"  

"Thank you, Captain," he whispered, knowing it was true.  

"Thank you, Captain," his husband echoed, "because you're such a good boy, aren't you, baby? So very, very good for me." 

"I want to be. I want to be good for you." 

"So what if I didn't do any of those things? What if I pulled out right now and just held you? What if all I wanted to do now was kiss those pretty lips and go to sleep with you safe and sound in my arms? Would you thank me then?"  

"Yes." Bucky's voice came out as barely more than a breath, but Steve smiled anyway, something sweet and desperately fond stealing over his features.  

"You wanna come, Buck?" the other man asked rather than following through with his threat, voice soft and warm as he rolled his hips just a little.  

"Want you to decide," he insisted. "Only want to come if you want me to. Want to be good for you, for my husband."  

"Your husband, huh?" Steve retorted, but his eyes had gone suddenly darker and his next thrust had Bucky's back arching off the bed.  

"My husband," he agreed, getting off on that fact just as much as Steve seemed to be.  

"Then come for your husband," the other man demanded, slipping one hand between them to wrap tightly around his cock. "Come for me, James Buchanan Rogers."  

And maybe he would have come anyway, probably would have after waiting so long for it, for permission for it, but hearing Steve call him that... Between one breath and the next he was spilling over the other man's fist with a desperate cry, the pleasure so all consuming that he barely noticed the way his husband kept going, chasing his own orgasm.  

He didn't know how long it took for him to come back down after, but when he was finally able to focus again, it was to the realisation that Steve must have come too. He hadn't moved much, was still gazing down at Bucky with his heart in his eyes and his cock buried in his ass, but he was no longer quite as hard as he had been.  

"Hi," he managed after a couple of failed attempts at getting his voice working.  

"Hi," Steve huffed a laugh, before carefully moving to pull out, soothing his whimper of sensitivity with a quick press of his lips. "You doing ok, baby?"  

"Mmm, I'm good," he promised, though it didn't stop him clinging to the other man when he tried to move away.  

It earned him another soft laugh and an even softer kiss, but he knew better than to think he could persuade his husband to stay put indefinitely. Steve took aftercare incredibly seriously and there was no way he was going to let Bucky go to sleep without cleaning him up a bit first. Not that he could really resent the other man for that. As much as he loved it when Steve made a mess of him, he wasn't overly fond of waking up hours later covered in the dried remains of their passion, something his husband was perfectly well aware of.  

"I'll be back in a second," Steve promised with another kiss, before darting out of the room.  

Sure enough, he wasn't gone long, returning to the bed with a damp washcloth, a couple of bottles of water and a bag of mixed nuts. He deployed the cloth first, tenderly wiping away the sticky mess between Bucky's legs and smeared across his abs, before settling back onto the bed beside him and pulling him close.  

"Still good?" Steve checked as he guided him up until he could take a drink.  

"So good," he promised between carefully measured sips, unable to temper the brightness of his smile as he added, "I love you so much."  

"I love you too," his husband grinned back just as broadly, tipping a handful of nuts into his palm and beginning to feed them to him one at a time.  

It was a good while later when Steve finally returned the empty containers to the nightstand before settling beneath the covers with Bucky wrapped up tight in his arms.  

"You wanna talk about anything?" the other man queried, "or table anything for later?"  

Knowing better than to blurt out the first answer that came to him, which was always no, Bucky pushed himself to think through everything they'd done, not just this evening, but since Steve had said goodbye to him the night before. Not that the consideration changed his answer any, but at least it would satisfy his husband.  

"No," he promised. "It was good, and just in case I didn't make it clear enough, I loved showing off for Nat-"  

"Such an exhibitionist," Steve chuckled.  

"And everything you did with the ice," he continued determinedly, "and I loved the cage." 

"Even when I milked you in it?" the other man checked, briefly distracted from his amusement by what was clearly a very real concern, despite the discussion they'd already had about it.  

"Yeah," he nodded quickly, "I mean it wasn't good exactly, but I liked what it meant. I liked you being able to control me like that."  

"Such a slut for submission," Steve teased, but he looked pleased.  

"I'm a slut for you, Captain Barnes," Bucky retorted with a sly grin.  

"Oh no," his husband objected, though his smile had grown so wide it was impossible to take him seriously, "if anyone's taking anyone's name here it should be you, don't you think so, Sergeant Rogers?"  

The words were delivered with a possessive squeeze of his ass, but he was too distracted by the way it felt hearing that name out loud to react to a little groping.  

"Ok," he breathed, just as enamoured with being called 'Rogers' now as he'd been in the midst of their lovemaking.  

"Yeah?" Steve asked, his smile softening into something achingly sweet, "You want my name, Buck?"  

"Yes," he nodded in emphasis, "yes please."  

"Hmm, well how about a compromise? I think Rogers-Barnes has a nice ring to it, don't you?"  

"You want-" he started, only for Steve to immediately cut him off.  

"Yes," the other man confirmed. "I want your name too. I want everyone to know I'm yours, just as much as you're mine."  

"Captain Steven Grant Rogers-Barnes," he tried, letting the string of names roll off his tongue. "I like it," he decided.  

"Me too," his husband agreed, "Sergeant James Buchanan Rogers-Barnes."  

"It's ok," he promised lightly, trying his hardest not to laugh as he added, "we're married now, you can call me Bucky."  

"Oh, I can, can I?" Steve mock growled, rolling them over until Bucky was pinned to the mattress beneath him.  

"You can call me anything you like," he admitted, reaching up to wrap his arms around the other man's neck, holding him in place.  

"Mine," Steve declared as he leaned in, closing what little distance there was between them, "Mine."  

"Yours," Bucky agreed happily as his husband's lips met his, stealing the word right out of his mouth and proving with actions this time, just how true that was.