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Bucky was only human. So when life decided to gift Bucky with the kindest, most beautiful, most angelic man, Bucky couldn’t help but go crazy without him.
Bucky was already known to be a closed off, guarded, and rather grumpy man. He never laughed at the jokes of his fellow Thunderbolts, and almost never cracked a smile. When he did talk, it was usually something flippant or sarcastic, or even mocking.
Most people just became to accept that Bucky was always this way. However, when the rest of the Thunderbolts got to meet Sam Wilson for the first time, they realized that there was an obvious reason for most of Bucky’s bad moods.
When Sam visited on one of the rare afternoons he wasn’t busy, he was barely allowed five minutes to introduce himself to the rest of the team before Bucky dragged him away to the elevator, practically trying to merge himself into Sam’s skin with how close he kept himself.
The rest of the crew didn’t see the couple until hours later, near midnight. Bucky was out of his room, shirtless with loose shorts, and he was fumbling around the kitchen. He usually fidgeted during nights; sleep often evaded him every other night. However, on this night, Bucky was practically buzzing with a strange energy. Strange because it seemed similar to actual joy. He was even humming, as he cooked something up on the stove.
“What has gotten you into such good mood, old man?” Yelena teases, drifting over at the lovely scent of food.
“Nothing.” Bucky chuckled.
Wow. Bucky didn’t smile this easily, especially at night.
“You seem oddly non-grumpy today. What is the word..” Yelena snapped over and over, pretending to think. “Happy! Wow, never thought I’d see such feeling from Bucky Barnes.”
“Well, I just have someone to be happy about today.” Bucky sighed, almost dreamily. His ears started to redden, and he dropped his smile, as if remembering who he was talking to. He started to hurry, gathering the pancakes he’d made into a place with syrup. (Pancakes at night? Wow.)
Yelena raised an eyebrow. Then her eyes widened with realization.
“Ahh, this is because of Captain America, isn’t it!” She exclaimed, laughing.
“Shut up.”
“I knew you two were together, but I did not know you were this far gone, Barnes!”
“Shut up, Yelena.”
Bucky hurried over to the elevator, his face getting redder. He tapped the buttons on the wall aggressively, looking away.
“Wait until Ava and Bob hear about this!”
“Do not—!” Bucky started to shout, but the elevator already closed on him.
Anyway, as previously mentioned, Bucky was only human. Like other humans, he had needs. But he was pretty sure he had the worst horniness anyone had ever seen. He assumed it was only so bad because of the serum HYDRA forced him to take years ago against his will. But those long years that didn’t make it any worse to endure.
Back when they were Delacroix, Bucky was the happiest he’d ever been. Surrounded by community, kindness, and given a fresh start. Most importantly, he was near Sam all the time. He never needed to worry about how bad his frustration would get when he couldn’t get get off the way he wanted.
When he woke up with a hard-on, like he often did, he didn’t have to take care of it himself and still feel unsatisfied. Instead, he could wake up with Sam’s back pressed with his chest, and the evidence of his desire pressed between Sam’s ass. He could kiss Sam awake, and happily rut against him.
When he wanted to sleep but knew his body wouldn’t let him, he didn’t have to sit with his horrible thoughts alone. Instead he could pull Sam into his arms, wrap himself tightly around his wonderful boyfriend, bracket Sam’s thighs with his own, and feel sleep finally meet him with ease. And even better, he could wake up to Sam watching television and hump him his erection up into Sam’s clothes ass without frustration or tension until he came in his pants.
He could fuck him anywhere. Anywhere he wanted. He could walk in their shared apartment back in Delacroix and bend him over the table. Bend him over the couch. Hoist him up against the wall. Lower his head between his legs while Sam sat on the couch. Lay him down on the floor. Almost fold him in half on their bed. Because he knew Sam loved it, because Sam loved him.
These were the thoughts that got Bucky riled up so easily. He always wanted Sam, every hour of every day. He wanted to kiss him, suck him off, fuck him, swallow his cum, make love to him, and be fucked by him.
Jesus, maybe he loved Sam too much. Just thinking of Sam for too long could make him cum without touch sometimes, if he was really deprived.
When Sam got busy with his duties as Captain America, Bucky only had video calls and memories to remember him by. So now, when he got hard, he would cry because he didn’t get to feel or touch Sam. And his orgasms barely felt the same. So his mood would get worse and worse every morning, and the Thunderbolts would then be met with the ill-tempered Bucky Barnes, which was basically normal Bucky for them.
But for now, Bucky would revel in Sam’s presence. He hurried back to his room in the Thunderbolts tower, set the plate of pancakes down, and slipped into bed with Sam, who was laying bare under the sheets.
“Hey, baby.” Sam whispered, kissing him.
“Hey, angel.” Bucky kissed him back. He slotted himself between Sam’s legs, laying his face on Sam’s chest.
“Mmh, you smell like syrup. And taste like syrup.“
“That’s because I brought pancakes.”
“Aww, thank you, Buck.”
“Anything for you, doll.”
He kissed him, and kissed him, and kissed him, until he felt that he could go dizzy with love for this man.
He slipped his shorts off, lifting Sam’s thighs with ease. Sam’s calves hung off Bucky’s shoulders.
Bucky’s length easily slotted into Sam, since they’d been at it for hours now. But it still had the same amount of ecstasy that made Bucky whine.
He thrusted in and out of his boyfriend, making shameless noises.
“Mm, that’s it baby.”
Bucky whimpered, kissing Sam with a hot and open mouth. His tongue explored as much as he could. He wanted to touch, swallow, and be within as much of Sam as possible.
He bucked his hips faster. Sam’s noises sounded so pleasant to his ears.
“Sam.. Sammy..” Bucky groaned, starting to lose control.
“Right here, baby.”
“I love you, I love you so much.” Bucky moaned into his ear. “Sammy, please!”
“I love you too, sweet thing. Cmon, cum for me.”
Bucky shuddered with the waves of his orgasm, and spurted ropes of cum up into Sam, making sure he was filled.
And then Bucky continued to kiss Sam, He treasured the sweet taste of syrup in his mouth, but he wasn’t sure whether the sweetness came from the pancakes or from the angel beneath him.