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Letters to Bucky (Part Six)(NSFW)

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“So do you actually know any of these people?” Bucky asked, carefully grasping a champagne flute, wrinkling his nose at the taste.

“Some of them.” Tony remarked, draining his glass and reaching for another. “I’ll be able to pretend to like more of them after a few more glasses of this.”

“Geez Tony.” Bucky chuckled. “Why do you come if you hate it so much?”

“With great money comes—” Tony motioned around the room. “Great nonsense. Speaking of great money,” he stepped a little closer. “We didn’t actually do a ton of talking earlier. About the whole me secretly being a billionaire and all that.”

“Yeah, well there’s so much more to do with our mouths than talk, sweet thing.” Bucky murmured and Tony nearly snapped the fragile glass stem in half.

“Yes well.” He coughed. “That’s a valid point. But um, do we need to talk more about me being…me? Is this going to affect things? Are we still going to work?”

“I don’t see why not.” Bucky was scanning the room, watching the crowds of rich people try to outbid each other in the silent auction. “I’m leaving again tomorrow evening and we will be back to writing letters then. So I can pretend I don’t know your last name, or that you own seventeen cars and a plane,  and you can pretend you don’t stutter every time I smile at you and–”

“Hey!” Tony protested, but Bucky grinned, and completely proved his point when Tony tripped over his next words. “Wait-wait what do you mean, tomorrow?”

“I’m only here for ten days, Tony.” He answered quietly. “Today is day nine. I just couldn’t leave New York without trying to see you.”

“Jesus.” Tony cursed softly. “Well then screw the party,  let’s leave.”

“We just got here.” Bucky pointed out and Tony rolled his eyes exasperated. “And even though your secretary only weighs like ninety pounds, the woman is terrifying.”

“They got photos of me here, that’s all the proof I need to convince Pepper I did my part. Bucky, if you’re leaving tomorrow let’s get out of here so we can spend some time together. Real time together. Like time involving throwing pillows on the floor and watching the sunrise through my bedroom window.”

“I love the way you think, Tony.” Bucky sent him a look that had Tony chugging his champagne and looking for an exit.

“Oh look a door! Let’s go.” Tony took off through the crowd, and Bucky followed, trying not to look like he was chasing him, even though chasing Tony was exactly what he wanted to be doing.

“Anthony! Anthony, been looking for you all night.”
A slender man in glasses stepped right in front of Tony, putting an all- too-friendly hand on his shoulder. “You wouldn’t  be leaving already would you now? We haven’t even had the chance to catch up!”

“That was the point.” Tony bit out, managing a barely there smile. “Got too many thing to do tonight to hang out. But I wrote my check and did my part for the children so–”

“So let’s stay and have a drink!” He motioned for a couple glasses of champagne, but before he could hand Tony one, Bucky stepped in with a glass of his own, pressing it into Tony’s open hand.

“Thanks.” Tony grinned up at him, knowing exactly why Bucky had done that, and loving it.

“Oh, I didn’t realize we had any military personnel here tonight. Or at least not any enlisted officers. What’s your name, soldier?” The man tossed up a mocking salute, and Bucky straightened to his full height, shoulders back, chin high, and held out his hand to shake.

“Master Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes.” He said authoritatively, refraining from listing his company and unit. Since he was special ops, and really more black ops than special ops, his Master Sergeant Title was all he used when meeting new people.

“Oh my.” Reaching for Bucky’s hand, the man looked him over with a newly interested smirk. “A Master Sergeant. That’s lovely. I’m Justin Hammer, but I’m sure you knew that.”

“Ah. From Hammer Tech.” Bucky squeezed the slim hand resting in his own, until Hammer jerked away, covering the movement with a cough.

“That’s right. I’m sure you use a lot of my product. Keeping you boys-er, men- safe out there.”

“Your product and Starks as well.” Bucky replied evenly.

“So.” Hammer looked between the two of them. “When Tony is done bending your ear about all the new weapons he wants to sell you, why don’t you come find me? We won’t have to talk business at all.” He smiled in a way that he probably assumed was flirtatious, or at the very least engaging, but Bucky didn’t smile back.

“I’m sure I’ll be too busy. But I’ll let you know.”

“Tony.” Hammer brushed off the slight. “Let’s have dinner soon. I feel like we have lots to catch up on.”

“He’ll be too busy.” Bucky replied, in what Tony had dubbed his ‘Master Sergeant’ voice, and even the annoyingly oblivious Justin Hammer took a step back. “But he’ll let you know.”

“Sure. Sure.” Knowing when he was beat, Hammer turned and walked away, calling out to some
one else at the party.

“Well, he’s annoying.” Bucky said, setting his champagne glass down. “Are we still— uh, what? What’s wrong?”

Tony was staring, hands flexing at his side, chewing his bottom lip.

“What is it?” Bucky asked, starting to worry. “Was that not okay? I warned you I was going to mark my territory. Did you think I was kidding?” Tony didn’t answer, just kept watching him and Bucky cleared his throat awkwardly. “Say something, Tony.”

“I just… wow,  that whole Master Sergeant voice is like twice as interesting in person.”

Bucky’s blue eyes lit up, and he moved a little closer into Tony’s space. “Twice as interesting hm?”

“Yeah, we’re leaving right now.”

“Oh welcome back Mr. Stark. How was the evening?” The doorman asked politely, and Tony slowed down just long enough to answer.

“Great, thank you Matthew. Really made a difference, wrote a really big check.” With a quick grin at the man, Tony pushed Bucky towards the elevator. “Move your ass, soldier.”

The doors closed, and Tony breathed a sigh of relief, loosening his tie.

“Really, Tony? AC/DC?” Bucky asked, dragging his fingers through his slicked back hair, listening with a half smile to the chords of Highway to Hell coming from the speakers.

“Bucky baby I live at the top of this damn building. You think I want to hear elevator music for ten minutes?” Tony took his tie off completely, unbuttoning his suit jacket and the top button of his shirt, breathing a quiet sigh of relief as he relaxed.

“Is that how long this ride takes?” Bucky glance around the elevator, eyeing the mirrored walls and tall ceiling.

“You know I’ve never counted actually, it’s probably really about two or three minutes, I just thought-OH!” Tony startled as Bucky pushed him against the wall, covering his mouth with a possessive kiss, sliding his tongue against Tony’s lips until he opened up, and Bucky groaned low in his throat.

“You are so gorgeous Tony.” He murmured, tasting and licking into Tony’s mouth eagerly, one big hand pinning Tony’s hips to the wall, the other stroking and running through his hair, messing up those perfect spikes, and tugging until Tony dropped his head farther back, opening wider beneath him. “That’s right, sweet thing, just like that.”

Wedging a thigh between his legs, Bucky swore softly when Tony ground down against him. “Just like that.” He was just reaching for the buttons of the white dress shirt, when the elevator slid to a stop, and the doors opened on a very surprised Pepper.

“Tony!” She looked away awkwardly while the men separated. “You aren’t supposed to be here. You were definitely supposed to stay long enough to give a speech and–”

“Bucky’s leaving tomorrow.” Tony interrupted. “Priorities, Pepper. Now really, be a dear and leave.”


Leave.” He repeated, and it was about firmest he’d ever been with her, so Pepper stood aside and waited politely until they’d exited the elevator, and then left.

The suite was quiet, and when Tony sent Bucky a look from under his lashes, the soldier burst out laughing.

“How is such a little woman so fierce?! I thought she was going to ground you!”

“She probably is. I’ll have to buy her something tomorrow.” Tony admitted, heading towards his bar. “Whiskey?”

“Please.” Bucky slid his dress jacket off his arms, setting it over a chair carefully. “I don’t know how you can drink champagne.”

“Quickly.” Tony said as he grabbed a few glasses. “And in great quantities. Only way to get through those charity dinners.”

“I can get on board with that.” Bucky reached for his glass and clinked it against Tony’s. “Here’s to good whiskey and gorgeous billionaires.”

Tony chuckled. “Nah, to hot soldiers who do risky things like show up unannounced on my doorstep.”

“To letters that take weeks to arrive and are worth every minute of waiting.” Bucky countered, and Tony moved around the bar to stand in front of him.

“To flirting without ever worrying it might not be okay.”

Bucky licked his lips and leaned closer. “To checking the ‘yes I like you’ box.”

“To hearing your voice every time I read your poetry.”

“To phone calls that keep me awake and smiling at night.”

Tony moved until their toes met, until their chests were just a hairsbreadth apart.

“To falling for someone without even seeing them.”

Bucky’s eyes darkened to a stormy ocean blue, his voice suddenly hoarse “Tony.”

Tony tipped his whiskey back and drained it, and Bucky did the same, setting the crystal glass back on the bar carefully.

“Can I take you to bed now?”
“Really Tony?”  Bucky asked, laughing, as they finally made it to the bedroom, and he got a look at Tony’s bed.  He picked Tony up off his now bare feet and tossed him right in the middle of a ridiculous amount of pillows.

“Hey, I warned you in advance about all my pillows!” Tony’s cheeks were flushed with excitement, his hair all over the place, and he started throwing them at the soldier, who managed to duck the first two and took a third right to his face. “Reflexes soldier boy! You should be faster than that!”

“I have other things on my mind than pillow fights, baby.” Bucky said with a wicked glint in his eye, and started stripping pillows from the bed as fast as he could, until all but two of them lay on the floor.

“Why do we need two?” Tony asked lazily, undoing the buttons of his shirt slowly. “I told you I’d just sleep on you.”

“I remember.” Bucky smiled wolfishly. “But we aren’t sleeping yet.”

“Oh hell yeah.” Tony laughed, and started pulling at his clothes faster. “Hurry up, Bucky Baby. You said I wouldn’t complain when I saw you na-na–jesus Christ.” He stuttered to a stop, hands frozen halfway down his shirt.

Bucky had turned his back, his white button up dropping off broad shoulders and down thick arms. Then he pushed the fitted dress pants off his narrow waist, over a muscular ass, and down long legs, kicking his shoes and socks off before turning back to the bed.

“Tony?” He queried, raising an eyebrow when he saw the brunette hadn’t moved.

“Um.” Tony shook his head. “I got nothing, Bucky. You're…”

“You alright?” Bucky took a step forward and that seemed to snap Tony from his daze.

“It’s fine. It’s just, have I told you yet how terrible you were at describing yourself to me? Because you left out all of–” he made a wide circular motion with his hands. “All of this. You neglected to mention all of this.”

“Is this a problem?”

“You’re not funny Bucky.” Tony said mildly, sitting up in his knees and greedily looking his fill. “We already went over that.”

“Oh that’s right.” Bucky sighed dramatically. “I remember now. I was going to leave the funny to you, and I’d take care of the flirting and making you blush?”

“Something like that.” Tony was practically leering, his eyes never moving above Bucky’s shoulders, his hands running restlessly over his own thighs, the thought of actually getting to touch that perfect body almost too much.

“I better get on that, then.” Bucky crawled up the bed, pressing into Tony until he shifted off his knees and onto his back on the pillow. “Hey.” Bucky’s smile was just short of predatory, his eyes dark, and Tony exhaled loudly.

“Hey there.”

“Can I take this off?” Bucky grasped the half open shirt, and Tony nodded, without breaking eye contact. “Thank you.” Bucky kissed him slowly, sweetly, and worked the rest of the buttons open until he could spread his hands against Tony’s chest. “Oh, oh sweet thing.” He touched each scar carefully, calloused fingers traveling over the raised, rough lines. “Look at how much of a fighter you are. You survived all this.”

“Looking like a pincushion.” Tony grumbled, then jumped in surprise when Bucky lowered his head and started mouthing over each mark, his tongue soothing the red edges. When his teeth scraped over the ones closest to his heart, Tony dug his fingers into Bucky’s hair, scratching at his scalp, forcing him closer and Bucky obliged, kissing and licking over every inch of pale skin beneath his hands.

“I like your scars. Beautiful. Survivor. Fighter. I could have lost you. I could have lost you before I even knew you, and I can’t deal with that thought.”
Tony closed his eyes against a rush of emotion, his hands tightening briefly in that long hair.
“Can we take these off too?” Bucky was playing with the closure on Tony’s slacks, and waited for a nod of consent before slipping them off and tossing them onto the floor. “There you are, honey, now I can see you.”

He settled between Tony’s legs, rocking forward just enough to make both of them curse out loud when their cocks rubbed together, separated only by two thin pairs of briefs.

“Goddamnit I’m so hard for you, baby.” Bucky buried his face in Tony’s neck. “This is so perfect.”
Tony didn’t reply, too busy trying to catch his breath, the heavy welcome weight of Bucky lying against him from shoulders to calves. He traced lines over the strong shoulders, down to the dimples that sat so low on his back, then back up, pressing as close as he could to the soldier.

“I want to be as close to you as I can.” He finally said, and Bucky raised his head enough to stare deep into his eyes.

“Do you want me, Tony? Do you want to have me? Because you can. You can take me. Tell me how you want me.” He smiled slowly when Tony’s mouth opened, a rush of red flooding his cheeks.


“Of course.” Bucky ground down against him, chuckling quietly when Tony’s eyes fluttered closed.

“But on the phone–”

“Yeah, I talked about being inside you, baby, but that was just one time. We can do this however you want. ”

“That’s what I want.” Tony decided. “Like how-how you said on the phone. Want you inside-inside me.”

“Sure thing, sweet thing.” Bucky promised, and started moving again, working his way down all the lean muscles below him, first his hands, then his mouth moving lower until he could hook his fingers in the waistband of Tony’s briefs. “I half expected these to be camo.” He teased and Tony shrugged, watching with hooded eyes as Bucky started pulling them down his legs.

“Next time. Next time I’ll wear camo underwear for you.”

“You better.” Bucky’s voice went low and breathy. “Can I taste you, Tony?”

He didn’t wait for an answer this time, barely giving Tony a second to realize what he’d asked before licking a long line up Tony’s length, swirling over the head before taking as much as he could into his mouth.

“Bucky, jesus fucking–!” Tony’s whole body jerked and he grabbed Bucky’s head, fingers tangling in his hair.

“You trying to pull me away, or push me down, sugar?” Bucky asked with a soft groan, scraping his teeth just barely over the satiny soft skin, wrapping one hand around the thick base and stroking slowly.

“I-don’t-know.” Tony said through clenched teeth, thrusting helplessly between those red lips. “Just don’t stop. No wait, stop. Dammit Bucky, I can’t …” he took a deep breath, throwing an arm over his eyes, trying to get his body back under control.

Bucky had backed off the second Tony had said ‘stop’, watching him carefully, giving him a chance to cool down. “Alright?” He asked after a minute and Tony nodded, pulling at him until Bucky slid back up between his legs.

“Not gonna last like that.” Tony admitted and Bucky’s lips curled in a satisfied smirk.

“I barely got started though, baby. Just wanted to taste you a little.”

“Yeah well, I’m not 20 anymore.” Tony replied, working his fingers into Bucky’s thick hair and tugging him down for a kiss. “Only gonna do this once tonight and I want it to be with you.”

“We should test that theory.” Bucky argued, nipping soft kisses and little bites down Tony’s throat. “It’s been a while for me sweet thing, I bet we could do this twice without even trying.”

“I didn’t say we couldn’t do this again first thing in the morning and again before you leave.” Tony’s breath was coming faster and Bucky sucked a light bruise over his pulse point. “Just that the first time should be–”

“I know.” Bucky raised his head until their foreheads touched. “I want it to be together too.” He picked up Tony’s hand, letting it rest on his neck, waiting until Tony’s eyes widened. “Feel that?”

“Yeah.” Tony licked his lips. “Our hearts are racing together.”
He barely caught the gentle smile crossing Bucky’s face before the soldier kissed him again, slotting their lips together, their tongues licking, sliding in each other’s mouths.
Bucky kept working his hand up and over Tony’s cock, dragging a thumb over the drooling slit, humming contentedly every time Tony’s body shuddered beneath him.

“Can I–” he ran his other hand down Tony’s back, over the curve of his cute butt, fingers catching and pressing against his tight entrance. “Like this? Or not yet?”

“Absolutely. Yes, yes, Like this.” Tony reached with one hand to dig in his drawer, finding the small bottle of lube and dropping it on the bed. Bucky reached for it, the mood in the room changing to something more heated now that permission had been given. He uncapped the lid and coated his fingers.

“Spread your legs for me.” Bucky sat up on his knees between Tony’s legs, and his eyes lighting when Tony moaned and shifted against him. “Spread them wider.” He instructed, watching the blush climb Tony’s neck and face when his voice dropped lower, rougher. “Make enough room for me, that’s it baby, see you remember. That’s so good sweetheart.” He encouraged when Tony bent his knee, letting his other leg fall open so Bucky could move inside him, first one then two fingers when Tony gasped and pushed down against him. “Just like we did over the phone, yeah? Is this how you looked, then? Just hard and open and wishing I was right here?” Bucky scissored his fingers slowly, working him open as gently as he could. “Did you touch yourself like this when we were on the phone?”

“Not then, no. You didn’t tell me to.” Bucky’s eyes nearly glazed over at the thought of Tony obeying him and Tony shook his head. “You’re the first in a long time, babe.” He reached down, stroking himself a few times, huffing a laugh when a strangled noise came from Bucky’s chest.

“Jesus.” Bucky muttered. “It’s like I was in control for three seconds, but as soon as you move, or talk, I’m just helpless against you. How do you do that to me? Why does the fact that I’m your first in a long while just…”

“I know.” Tony agreed quietly, and reached for his hand, lacing their fingers together. “Now come on. Don’t make a guy wait. You’re already halfway there.”

Bucky eased himself from Tony’s body, reaching back for his pants for a condom, missing the relieved look Tony sent him for not having to even ask.

“Are you ready? Or do I need to–” Bucky slipped two fingers back inside him, adding a third and Tony gritted his teeth. “And for the record,” Bucky twisted his fingers hard, searching for the bundle of nerves deep inside that would make Tony–

“AH!!” Tony’s whole body tightened, and he clenched his fists in the sheets.

“For the record,” Bucky repeated, “having my fingers inside you is no where near being halfway there.”
He unwrapped the condom, rolling it down his erection, adding more lube as he readied himself. “Ready, baby?”

Tony nodded, closing his eyes when he felt thick hot heavy pushing into him. “Yes yes yes yes.”

Bucky came into him slowly carefully, trying not to hurt Tony, but he knew it was a lot, he was a lot,  so he  peppered kisses all over Tony’s face and chest, trying to soothe him, trying to distract him.

Tony could have screamed as his body stretched around Bucky, the burn so sharp it was borderline painful, but just when he thought he couldn’t handle any more, Bucky stopped, laying down over him and kissing him apologetically.

“Sorry baby.” He whispered over and over. “I’m big, I know, I’m sorry, I should have gone slower, or warmed you up more or-”

“Bucky.” Tony said through clenched teeth, and he looked up, blue eyes worried. “If you don’t get me off in some spectacular fashion after teasing me all night I’m gonna kick your giant ass out of my bed. Start. Moving. Now.

Bucky laughed, relieved. “You alright, then?”

“Well, I believe you about the whole “not being halfway there” thing.” Tony snarked, then rocked his hips, and a groan punched out of Bucky’s chest. “Move, soldier.”  

“Sure thing, sweet thing.”

He stretched out over him, every roll of his body a long slow stroke in and out that had Tony whimpering and scratching at his back, urging him on for more more more. Bucky just rested their foreheads together, grasping Tony’s wrists together in one big hand and holding them above his head.
“When you take me-” his voice was low, nearly a growl, and Tony shivered, arms flexing as he tried to break Bucky’s hold. “No, baby I’m definitely stronger than you.” He scolded gently, never stopping the rhythm inside him. “When you take me you can set the pace, until then…”
He pushed as far as he could into Tony, until their hips ground together, until their chests touched. “Let’s take our time.”

Leaving Tony’s hands above his head, Bucky ran his fingers down the lean thighs, gripping behind his knees to pull them higher, until he could run his thumb along the arch of Tony’s foot. “Right here, sweet thing.” He placed Tony’s foot against his shoulder, opening his lover up ever farther. “That’s perfect.”

The new angle dragged his cock across Tony’s sweet spot every time he rocked forward, and Bucky slowly picked up his pace, until Tony forgot to leave his hands up and was holding Bucky as close as he could, until Tony forgot that Bucky was in charge and was thrusting back up against him, until Tony forgot anything other than his soldiers name, and he said it over and over and over until Bucky reached down to hold him, jerking him roughly, twisting over the head of Tony’s cock until Tony dropped his head back and screamed his pleasure out.

“Yes, yes Tony, sweet heart, sweet thing, that’s so good.”
Bucky praised, pulling Tony’s foot from his shoulder to wrap around around his waist. “So good honey. Keep going, as long as you need.” He never stopped moving, never stopped touching him, not until Tony’s torso was streaked with white and he was flinching, too sensitive to continue.
When Tony finally started coming down, started recovering, he pushed back into each thrust, grunting when Bucky shifted over him moved harder, chasing his own edge now.

“Come on, babe take what you need.” He urged, “take it soldier, I’m right here.”

“Tony.” Bucky sealed their mouths together in a long kiss, hammering into Tony’s body, pinning the smaller man to the bed.
Tony pushed him on, egged him on, dragging his fingers down Bucky’s chest, stroking over his own slowly re-stiffening erection, groaning each time Bucky filled him, eyes rolling closed when he pulled out, feeling every inch of that thick cock dragging through him.

Bucky watched every emotion cross Tony’s face, listened to every gasp and pant, and fell deeper in love with every passing second. “Tony.” He whispered. “Sweet thing, I–I–”

Tony’s eyes flashed, something unreadable, and he covered Bucky’s mouth with his hand gently.

“I know. Me too. I promise.”

Bucky nodded, brushing a kiss into Tony’s palm and dropped his head, breath coming harder as his pleasure started spiking.

“Close, baby.” He murmured and Tony wove his fingers into his hair, pulling him down, forcing him closer.

“Come on. Come on I’m ready for you.”

Bucky pressed his lips over the scar on Tony’s heart, and it was only a few strokes later that he was coming, buried as deep as he could be inside Tony’s body, his breath nearly a growl as he panted through his orgasm. Tony’s eyes fluttered closed, a thrum of satisfaction, pride from his soldier inside him, making him tremble, wringing another soft groan from Bucky’s chest as Tony’s body tightened beneath him, around him.

“Beautiful.” He managed, after several minutes, when he could see straight again. “Tony this is– you are–”

He kissed him tenderly, almost desperately, and Tony just wrapped his arms around him and kissed him right back.


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I love how you guys did wreck the Noctis/Ardyn tag but it almost makes me want to start writing Noctis/Ardyn stuff so that there can be an epic showdown of pairings. It’ll be a battle for the ages. Legends told only in the dead of night.

really, I don’t think it was meant in a particularly competitive gesture that we overtake that specific tag although it helped the motivation that we’re all in a love/hate (mostly hate) relationship with the hobo fashionista. more that it was “oh my god… we’re actually in the top relationship tags… we can go higher, let’s do this!” just to prove that the little ship that could CAN! :’D

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[ OH RIGHT- if you haven’t been following this blog long, this is kind of an “epilogue” to the possession event. pearl has a slightly different appearance from regeneration (one aspect of which was unintentional – her teeth are sharp and she is upset) and honestly if i gave more backstory it’d get way too long so i guess uhhhh enjoy?? idk sobs;; ily ^^’ ]

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