The room was dim, lit only by the faint glow of the city skyline bleeding through the blinds. Steve stood awkwardly by the door, his broad shoulders tense, fingers twitching at his sides. Bucky lounged on the couch, one leg slung over the armrest, his metal hand glinting faintly in the low light. The air between them was thick, charged with something neither of them had voiced yet. “You gonna stand there all night, Stevie?” Bucky drawled, his voice low and teasing, a smirk playing on his lips. His eyes gleamed with a challenge, that familiar spark Steve hadn’t seen in years. Steve shifted uncomfortably, his throat dry. “Bucky, I—” “Cut the bullshit,” Bucky interrupted, sitting up straighter, his gaze locking onto Steve’s. “We both know why you’re here.” Steve’s heart thudded in his chest, his pulse quickening. He swallowed hard, trying to find the words, but they seemed to evaporate before they reached his tongue. Bucky leaned forward, his smirk widening. “So. You gonna fuck me or what, Stevie?” The bluntness of the question hit Steve like a punch to the gut, stealing his breath. His cheeks flushed, and he opened his mouth to respond, but nothing came out. Bucky’s grin only deepened, and he stood, closing the distance between them in a few easy strides. “That’s what I thought,” Bucky murmured, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. He tilted his head, studying Steve’s face, his own expression unreadable. “You’ve been dancing around this for weeks. Months, even. So why don’t you stop torturing yourself and just take what you want?” Steve’s breath hitched as Bucky stepped even closer, their chests almost touching. He could feel the heat radiating off Bucky’s body, smell the faint scent of whiskey and leather. His hands itched to reach out, to touch, but he hesitated, frozen by a mix of desire and fear. Bucky noticed his hesitation and rolled his eyes, a laugh escaping his lips. “Jesus, Rogers. You’re still the same stubborn punk from Brooklyn. Always overthinking everything.” Before Steve could protest, Bucky grabbed the front of his shirt, pulling him down into a searing kiss. It was hard, demanding, and utterly intoxicating. Steve’s brain short-circuited as Bucky’s lips moved against his, rough and insistent. His hands finally found their way to Bucky’s waist, gripping him tightly as he kissed back with equal fervor. Bucky broke the kiss first, breathing heavily, his eyes dark with desire. “There you go,” he muttered, his voice rough. “About damn time.” Steve didn’t need any more encouragement. He surged forward, capturing Bucky’s lips again, this time with more urgency. His hands roamed over Bucky’s body, exploring every inch of him as if he were mapping out uncharted territory. Bucky moaned softly into the kiss, his fingers tangling in Steve’s hair, tugging lightly to draw him closer. Steve’s lips trailed down Bucky’s neck, nibbling and sucking at the sensitive skin there. Bucky’s head fell back, a low groan escaping him as Steve’s teeth grazed his collarbone. “Fuck, Stevie,” he breathed, his voice trembling with need. Steve’s hands slid under Bucky’s shirt, pushing it up and off in one smooth motion. He paused for a moment to admire the sight before him—Bucky’s chest heaving, his skin flushed, scars and metal arm gleaming in the dim light. Steve’s fingers traced over the scars reverently, his touch gentle but filled with hunger. Bucky’s breath hitched as Steve’s lips followed the path of his fingers, kissing every inch of his chest. His hands found Steve’s belt, fumbling with the buckle until it came undone. He pushed Steve’s pants down impatiently, his own arousal pressing against his zipper. Steve kicked off his boots and stepped out of his pants, his erection straining against his boxers. Bucky smirked, sliding to his knees in front of him. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of Steve’s boxers and tugged them down slowly, his breath warm against Steve’s skin. “Bucky—” Steve started, but the words died in his throat as Bucky’s mouth wrapped around him, hot and wet and perfect. His hands flew to Bucky’s shoulders, gripping them tightly as pleasure surged through him. Bucky’s tongue swirled around the tip, making Steve groan loudly, his hips bucking involuntarily. Bucky’s metal hand gripped Steve’s hip, holding him still as he took him deeper, his cheeks hollowing as he sucked. Steve groaned again, his fingers tightening in Bucky’s hair. “Jesus, Buck,” he panted, his knees threatening to buckle. Bucky pulled off with a wet pop, looking up at Steve with a devilish grin. “You taste good, Stevie,” he murmured before diving back in, taking him deep again. Steve’s head fell back with a moan, his hips thrusting into Bucky’s mouth as pleasure consumed him. When Bucky finally pulled away, Steve was trembling, his entire body on fire. Bucky stood up, his own cock straining against his jeans. He unbuckled his belt with quick, practiced motions, shoving his pants and boxers down in one fluid movement. “Bed,” Bucky ordered, nodding toward the bedroom. Steve didn’t need to be told twice. He grabbed Bucky’s hand and pulled him toward the bed, their bodies colliding as they tumbled onto the mattress. Bucky climbed on top of Steve, straddling his hips as he leaned down to kiss him deeply. Their tongues tangled hungrily as Bucky ground his hips against Steve’s erection, both men groaning into the kiss. “Want you inside me,” Bucky whispered against Steve’s lips, his voice raw with need. “Now.” Steve nodded, reaching for the nightstand where he knew Bucky kept the lube. He coated his fingers quickly before pressing one against Bucky’s entrance. Bucky shuddered as Steve pushed inside, his body tensing for a moment before relaxing. “Fuck,” Bucky hissed, his head falling forward onto Steve’s shoulder. “More.” Steve added another finger, scissoring them carefully as Bucky writhed above him. When he curled his fingers just right, Bucky cried out, his nails digging into Steve’s shoulders. “Right there,” he gasped, his hips jerking against Steve’s hand. “Don’t stop.” Steve continued to stroke that spot inside Bucky until he was trembling and panting, his cock leaking precome onto Steve’s stomach. “Stevie,” Bucky begged, lifting his head to meet Steve’s gaze. “I need you. Please.” Steve slicked himself up quickly before lining up with Bucky’s entrance. He pushed inside slowly, savoring the tight heat that enveloped him. Bucky groaned loudly, his head falling back as Steve filled him completely. “Move,” Bucky demanded, his voice barely above a whisper. Steve obeyed, thrusting gently at first but picking up speed as Bucky’s moans grew louder. The sound drove him wild, pushing him to go harder, deeper. Bucky’s hands clung to Steve’s shoulders, his body rocking with each thrust. “God, yes,” he moaned, his voice shaking. “Just like that.” Steve gripped Bucky’s hips tightly, holding him still as he fucked him harder, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. Bucky’s cock rubbed against Steve’s stomach with each thrust, sending shocks of pleasure through him. “Close,” Bucky gasped, his nails digging into Steve’s back. “Stevie—” Steve’s thrusts became erratic as he felt his own orgasm building. He reached between them and grabbed Bucky’s cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts. Bucky cried out, his body tensing as he came, hot stripes of come painting Steve’s chest. The sight pushed Steve over the edge. He buried himself deep inside Bucky as he came, waves of pleasure crashing over him as he emptied himself inside him. For a moment, they stayed like that, pressed together, their breaths mingling as they came down from their highs. Then Bucky leaned down and kissed Steve softly, his lips lingering for a moment before he pulled away. “Took you long enough,” Bucky murmured with a smirk, his eyes sparkling with amusement. Steve laughed breathlessly, wrapping his arms around Bucky and pulling him close. “Yeah, well,” he said, brushing a strand of hair out of Bucky’s face. “Better late than never.” Bucky rolled his eyes but didn’t argue. Instead, he shifted so he was lying next to Steve, his head resting on Steve’s chest. They lay there in silence for a while, simply enjoying the warmth of each other’s bodies. Eventually, Bucky lifted his head and looked at Steve, his expression serious for the first time that night. “This changes things,” he said quietly. Steve nodded, his heart clenching slightly at the thought. “I know,” he replied, his voice just as soft. Bucky’s lips curved into a small smile, and he leaned down to kiss Steve again. “Good,” he murmured against his lips before pulling away. “Now let’s see if you can keep up.” Steve raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Is that a challenge?” Bucky grinned wickedly as he straddled Steve once more. "Damn right it is."

The room was dim, lit only by the faint glow of the city skyline bleeding through the blinds. Steve stood awkwardly by the door, his broad shoulders tense, fingers twitching at his sides. Bucky lounged on the couch, one leg slung over the armrest, his metal hand glinting faintly in the low light. The air between them was thick, charged with something neither of them had voiced yet. 

“You gonna stand there all night, Stevie?” Bucky drawled, his voice low and teasing, a smirk playing on his lips. His eyes gleamed with a challenge, that familiar spark Steve hadn’t seen in years. 

Steve shifted uncomfortably, his throat dry. “Bucky, I—” 

“Cut the bullshit,” Bucky interrupted, sitting up straighter, his gaze locking onto Steve’s. “We both know why you’re here.” 

Steve’s heart thudded in his chest, his pulse quickening. He swallowed hard, trying to find the words, but they seemed to evaporate before they reached his tongue. 

Bucky leaned forward, his smirk widening. “So. You gonna fuck me or what, Stevie?” 

The bluntness of the question hit Steve like a punch to the gut, stealing his breath. His cheeks flushed, and he opened his mouth to respond, but nothing came out. Bucky’s grin only deepened, and he stood, closing the distance between them in a few easy strides. 

“That’s what I thought,” Bucky murmured, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. He tilted his head, studying Steve’s face, his own expression unreadable. “You’ve been dancing around this for weeks. Months, even. So why don’t you stop torturing yourself and just take what you want?” 

Steve’s breath hitched as Bucky stepped even closer, their chests almost touching. He could feel the heat radiating off Bucky’s body, smell the faint scent of whiskey and leather. His hands itched to reach out, to touch, but he hesitated, frozen by a mix of desire and fear. 

Bucky noticed his hesitation and rolled his eyes, a laugh escaping his lips. “Jesus, Rogers. You’re still the same stubborn punk from Brooklyn. Always overthinking everything.” 

Before Steve could protest, Bucky grabbed the front of his shirt, pulling him down into a searing kiss. It was hard, demanding, and utterly intoxicating. Steve’s brain short-circuited as Bucky’s lips moved against his, rough and insistent. His hands finally found their way to Bucky’s waist, gripping him tightly as he kissed back with equal fervor. 

Bucky broke the kiss first, breathing heavily, his eyes dark with desire. “There you go,” he muttered, his voice rough. “About damn time.” 

Steve didn’t need any more encouragement. He surged forward, capturing Bucky’s lips again, this time with more urgency. His hands roamed over Bucky’s body, exploring every inch of him as if he were mapping out uncharted territory. Bucky moaned softly into the kiss, his fingers tangling in Steve’s hair, tugging lightly to draw him closer. 

Steve’s lips trailed down Bucky’s neck, nibbling and sucking at the sensitive skin there. Bucky’s head fell back, a low groan escaping him as Steve’s teeth grazed his collarbone. “Fuck, Stevie,” he breathed, his voice trembling with need. 

Steve’s hands slid under Bucky’s shirt, pushing it up and off in one smooth motion. He paused for a moment to admire the sight before him—Bucky’s chest heaving, his skin flushed, scars and metal arm gleaming in the dim light. Steve’s fingers traced over the scars reverently, his touch gentle but filled with hunger. 

Bucky’s breath hitched as Steve’s lips followed the path of his fingers, kissing every inch of his chest. His hands found Steve’s belt, fumbling with the buckle until it came undone. He pushed Steve’s pants down impatiently, his own arousal pressing against his zipper. 

Steve kicked off his boots and stepped out of his pants, his erection straining against his boxers. Bucky smirked, sliding to his knees in front of him. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of Steve’s boxers and tugged them down slowly, his breath warm against Steve’s skin. 

“Bucky—” Steve started, but the words died in his throat as Bucky’s mouth wrapped around him, hot and wet and perfect. His hands flew to Bucky’s shoulders, gripping them tightly as pleasure surged through him. Bucky’s tongue swirled around the tip, making Steve groan loudly, his hips bucking involuntarily. 

Bucky’s metal hand gripped Steve’s hip, holding him still as he took him deeper, his cheeks hollowing as he sucked. Steve groaned again, his fingers tightening in Bucky’s hair. “Jesus, Buck,” he panted, his knees threatening to buckle. 

Bucky pulled off with a wet pop, looking up at Steve with a devilish grin. “You taste good, Stevie,” he murmured before diving back in, taking him deep again. Steve’s head fell back with a moan, his hips thrusting into Bucky’s mouth as pleasure consumed him. 

When Bucky finally pulled away, Steve was trembling, his entire body on fire. Bucky stood up, his own cock straining against his jeans. He unbuckled his belt with quick, practiced motions, shoving his pants and boxers down in one fluid movement. 

“Bed,” Bucky ordered, nodding toward the bedroom. Steve didn’t need to be told twice. He grabbed Bucky’s hand and pulled him toward the bed, their bodies colliding as they tumbled onto the mattress. 

Bucky climbed on top of Steve, straddling his hips as he leaned down to kiss him deeply. Their tongues tangled hungrily as Bucky ground his hips against Steve’s erection, both men groaning into the kiss. 

“Want you inside me,” Bucky whispered against Steve’s lips, his voice raw with need. “Now.” 

Steve nodded, reaching for the nightstand where he knew Bucky kept the lube. He coated his fingers quickly before pressing one against Bucky’s entrance. Bucky shuddered as Steve pushed inside, his body tensing for a moment before relaxing. 

“Fuck,” Bucky hissed, his head falling forward onto Steve’s shoulder. “More.” 

Steve added another finger, scissoring them carefully as Bucky writhed above him. When he curled his fingers just right, Bucky cried out, his nails digging into Steve’s shoulders. “Right there,” he gasped, his hips jerking against Steve’s hand. “Don’t stop.” 

Steve continued to stroke that spot inside Bucky until he was trembling and panting, his cock leaking precome onto Steve’s stomach. “Stevie,” Bucky begged, lifting his head to meet Steve’s gaze. “I need you. Please.” 

Steve slicked himself up quickly before lining up with Bucky’s entrance. He pushed inside slowly, savoring the tight heat that enveloped him. Bucky groaned loudly, his head falling back as Steve filled him completely. 

“Move,” Bucky demanded, his voice barely above a whisper. Steve obeyed, thrusting gently at first but picking up speed as Bucky’s moans grew louder. The sound drove him wild, pushing him to go harder, deeper. 

Bucky’s hands clung to Steve’s shoulders, his body rocking with each thrust. “God, yes,” he moaned, his voice shaking. “Just like that.” 

Steve gripped Bucky’s hips tightly, holding him still as he fucked him harder, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. Bucky’s cock rubbed against Steve’s stomach with each thrust, sending shocks of pleasure through him. 

“Close,” Bucky gasped, his nails digging into Steve’s back. “Stevie—” 

Steve’s thrusts became erratic as he felt his own orgasm building. He reached between them and grabbed Bucky’s cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts. Bucky cried out, his body tensing as he came, hot stripes of come painting Steve’s chest. 

The sight pushed Steve over the edge. He buried himself deep inside Bucky as he came, waves of pleasure crashing over him as he emptied himself inside him. 

For a moment, they stayed like that, pressed together, their breaths mingling as they came down from their highs. Then Bucky leaned down and kissed Steve softly, his lips lingering for a moment before he pulled away. 

“Took you long enough,” Bucky murmured with a smirk, his eyes sparkling with amusement. 

Steve laughed breathlessly, wrapping his arms around Bucky and pulling him close. “Yeah, well,” he said, brushing a strand of hair out of Bucky’s face. “Better late than never.” 

Bucky rolled his eyes but didn’t argue. Instead, he shifted so he was lying next to Steve, his head resting on Steve’s chest. They lay there in silence for a while, simply enjoying the warmth of each other’s bodies. 

Eventually, Bucky lifted his head and looked at Steve, his expression serious for the first time that night. “This changes things,” he said quietly. 

Steve nodded, his heart clenching slightly at the thought. “I know,” he replied, his voice just as soft. 

Bucky’s lips curved into a small smile, and he leaned down to kiss Steve again. “Good,” he murmured against his lips before pulling away. “Now let’s see if you can keep up.” 

Steve raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Is that a challenge?” 

Bucky grinned wickedly as he straddled Steve once more. "Damn right it is."

In a tense, charged atmosphere, two former soldiers navigate a long-brewing tension, leading to a passionate encounter. The story delves into themes of longing, desire, and the complexities of a relationship between two men, with a focus on a dominant and aggressive Bucky and a hesitant but ultimately eager Steve. The narrative explores explicit sexual content, including oral sex, anal sex, and a dynamic where Bucky takes a more dominant role.

Bucky's Challenge Ignites Passionate Surrender

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