ic contact; duplicity

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that nipples thing lololololol

[cicatrize]

[ james barnes’ chest is a thing of beauty. Jack's fairly sure he could replicate the effect if he went through the effort for it, but he’s found he takes thrills in the differences between them, and adores it when he can press up to bucky’s body and feel smaller than him.

When they’d first started doing this - touching as more than casual contact and comfort - bucky’d been self-conscious of the scars on his body, and jack remembers the look he’d given him like a dare, when he ripped his shirt off in the hotel lobby, like waiting for a recoil. Every brush of jack’s hand over his skin, ever sweep of his lips over his shoulders, or his chest, or his stomach, and of course over the scars that outline his arm, is a moment of satisfied pleasure that coils deep and powerful and potent in him, spiking both a primal desire and a possession that has little to do about territory (odd, when so much of him typically does), and so much more about that word bucky’s been drilling into him since a handful of weeks into their stay here - family.

love.

Still concepts all tangled up and twisted in him, but he knows that warm center and origin for them - bucky barnes. he laps it all up eagerly, greedily, starved for it and overcome with a something he doesn’t have words for, when all his words are so damn empty. When he kisses his skin, runs his hands over the violent scars, the heated flesh, tense muscle worked from hardship and trauma, and the still so loving heart beating beneath it all, it’s reverent. Even in just the simple and innocent act of running his hands through bucky’s hair, now, there’s something so hopelessly attached to him now, after that day on Patara. he’ll never forget the way Bucky’s voice wrapped around the words, mostly because they tend to echo in the back of his head over and over in moments like this. It’s more than he’s ever had, and more than he’s ever expected to, and just as he’d told Bucky then, he’s sinking in teeth and nails so deep, it’ll leave scars if they’re ever dragged apart. It’s his nature - no love comes without pain, and jack knows too well how the body and mind remember it brighter than anything else.

They’re lying around lazily in bed on some late evening, while the flat screen in bucky’s bedroom plays some movie jack doesn’t care about, and bucky’s split his attention between the movie, the phone in one hand, and the other hand in jack’s hair, the younger’s occupied himself with idley mouthing across bucky’s stomach as he’s lounged out. It’s been a while, twenty or so minutes, of him kissing all across every muscle he can reach, skirting along his ribs and dragging his teeth over ticklish spots on bucky’s sides until the he hears a snort of a laugh and a tug at his hair, warning. There’s no real demand for his attention here, something they’re use to by now.

Some nights, it isn’t about a great needing or yearning. Just a want for closeness, like cats curled up on the foot of a bed. Sometimes it’s just dotted kisses and stroking hands, sometimes it’s jack taking bucky back into his mouth and settling between his thighs for an hour or so, warming, enjoying the contact, waiting as Bucky rolls his hips, comes to a head, spills into his throat, and relaxes again, a hand stroking through jack’s hair and keeping him settled there. sometimes it only leads to Jack passed out with a cheek pressed against Bucky’s chest, silently dosing and still, easily shuffled around once Barnes decides it’s time to join him.

Tonight, he’s exploring, licking and kissing along old scars, following freckles, worrying at the scarred skin around the metal seam at his shoulder with hands groping along Bucky’s torso. Fingertips dig in against the trenches and rivers between his abs, and as his lips descend the trail of scar and metal, Jack brushes to the side, dragging plush lips over the hardened bud of a nipple. His hand strokes up across the other pectoral, loving the pull of his skin and the rise of muscle, and bumps along his inside of his fingers and palms glide over the other bud, rolling up and down again. He licks, cat-like flicks of his tongue varied with longer laps, until his lips seal over the sensitive flesh, and Jack sucks, rolling and swirling his tongue over bud dragged into the wet heat of his mouth.

It hasn’t actually occurred to him that he hasn’t done this to Bucky yet. Oops? ]

[freightcars]

[ Looking back at their rough start in hindsight, it's amazing how comfortable they've gotten together. The casual throw of their bodies on the bed, the couch, wherever is as natural and as easy as breathing. He's gotten used to the feeling of Jack's lips making paths down his abs, gotten to the point that it's sleepy and relaxing rather than frantic and hot and horny. Gotten to the point that he absently scrolls through the network feed while Jack's mouth latches onto his side or his thighs or wherever he's interested in exploring that day. Sometimes it leads to sex. Sometimes it doesn't. Sometimes he wraps his lips around something and closes his eyes and they just stay that way a while.

It's good.

It seems like that might be what it is today, with Barnes absently stroking his hair, tapping out on the BDSM version of Candy Crush, occasionally twitching beneath tickling fingers or tongues. It's all business as usual.

...right up until Jack's lips descend upon his nipple and suck. It's like the nerve endings are directly connected to his dick or something, the way a current of electricity runs through his chest, down his spine, unfurls in his groin lightning-quick and surprising. He doesn't even have time to school his reaction, it manifests in a quick, surprised intake of breath and a shifting of his hips.

You know it's good when his attention's immediately tugged away from his phone without a second thought. Eyes settle on Jack's mouth, fingers tighten a little in his hair as though to keep him there, and he exhales again through lips that form a sudden purse.

What was that.

That's new. ]

excuse i need this here https://i.imgur.com/XEzhLpg.gif

[cicatrize]

[ oh.

It seems jack has found a Button.

Kind of like the moment he realized Bucky’s scar tissue around the seam of his metal arm is incredibly sensitive, there’s a surge of wicked pride in him. Bucky isn’t an incredibly vocal person in bed, and the sounds he makes are always such a hot reward for jack. The one that just came from him, especially, something he’s going to have swirling around his head for a long time. Between that and the jerk of his hips, the flush of his cock against jack’s stomach through his boxers. That, indeed, is New.

Jack blinks his eyes open to glance up at Bucky through long lashes, lips still brushing his now wet skin pulling into a wide, mischievous grin. Oh, Sweetness. Congratulations, you have discovered nipples: not just for women!!!

A low, rough chuckle rumbles in the back of jack’s throat, and god he loves when bucky’s fingers go tight in his hair like that, as if commanding him to stay right there, though it’s usually when his lips are on his cock, not his chest. This works just as well. It’s a demand he accepts, and soon jack’s eye go half-lidded again, focused more on the skin beneath his lips that he drags his full lips over, brushing them across saliva slick skin, dragging against the hardened texture, more of a tease than the full sucking he’d been doing a second ago.

The hand laid on the other side of his chest roams back down, dragging over the bud of the other nipple, jack’s thumb coming to circle around the outer edge of darker skin, gradually making a smaller spiral, until he can roll the nub under his thumbpad. When he finally seals his lips back over the other, tugging at bucky’s skin with his teeth, and suckling sweetly against him, his hand brings another finger down to pinch on the other side of his chest, kneading with a sharper pressure. ]