a new instillation of my “deep in the delphinium daze” series aka the nsfw series ft. Crosby sleeping around :)
words: ~4.5k
rating: explicit (nsfw)
pairing: Croz/Bucky
summary:
It’s the job of the squadron commander to check out new pilots in their squadron, which usually entails taking them on a flight to ensure they’re competent. If you’re in the 418th, that means buying Bucky a drink at the officers club.
After the successful mission to Trondheim, Bucky decides has something else in mind for his squadron’s new lead navigator.
It's smut instantly, so all of it behind the cut!! BuckyCroz because you did not specify and also Bucky riding is something I don't write enough.
Bucky slicks Harry's dick and watches the way his eyes flutter. "You still with me?" he asks.
Harry makes a quiet sound and nods drowsily. "So far."
Bucky grins and throws a leg over Harry's hips. He reaches back and grabs Harry's cock, pressing it against his hole a few times just to hear his breath shake. "You want it?"
"You know I do," Harry says, eyes half-closed, but there's no doubt he's watching Bucky.
Bucky splays his free hand on Harry's chest and shifts his hips down. The head of Harry's cock slips into Bucky's body, and Bucky feels the utter relaxation run through Harry as he slowly pushes himself down until he's seated.
"Oh fuck oh god," Harry mutters. His hands land on Bucky's thighs, palms running up and down with no real rhythm or grip. Just touching to touch.
Bucky grinds a little, splaying his other hand next to his first. He watches Harry's eyes slip closed, and he smiles to himself. It takes a lot to get Harry to stop thinking, but Bucky on his cock balls deep never fails.
"Want it fast?" Bucky asks, just so he can see Harry shake his head. "Want it slow?"
Harry nods, and his eyes open again. He licks his lips as he stares at Bucky, and he manages to curl his left hand above Bucky's knee. He watches Bucky shift and lift himself, then slide back down. He opens his legs a little, but otherwise doesn't move.
Bucky grabs Harry's shoulders and lifts himself up, then down. Again. A third time. The fourth time, he clenches on Harry's cock and laughs when Harry's hips jerk. "You gotta do a little work," he says. "It's only polite."
Harry trails two fingers up Bucky's dick. "There," he says, a cocky little grin tweaking the corner of his mouth. "A little work."
Bucky leans down so their noses are touching. "Asshole," he says and kisses Harry as he lifts up and slides down again. Harry gasps into Bucky's mouth and manages to lick his teeth, but then Bucky pulls away, and Harry's head stays on the pillow.
Bucky takes his own pleasure for a few strokes, working himself up and down Harry's cock and enjoying the feel of everything. The slight burn in his thighs. The sweat starting to gather on his skin. Harry's shuddering breathing and the way his fingers hold and let go and hold again.
Bucky's pretty sure flying is his favorite thing, but he thinks once he's done with that, fucking Harry stupid could easily make the top of the list. He goes so soft and breathless. Eyes closed unless they're half-open and staring. Messy hair and loose limbs and absolutely no fucking urge to do anything but lie there and take what Bucky gives him. To be still and in this exact moment for as long as it lasts.
When they'd first started fucking, Harry had tried to keep up. Tried to hold Bucky and grab at him, to help Bucky manage his movements or just keep him close, but he'd always fade out in the middle of everything, end up panting and hazy and flopped out on the bed. It'd taken time for Bucky to convince Harry he really does like it. Loves it, in fact. That his body is one of the very few things that stops Harry's busy mind. That half the fun of getting Harry's dick in him is getting to do whatever he wants while Harry loses his mind to the pleasure of it.
Bucky's never pretended he's not a hedonist, but moments like this, where he's working himself on Harry's cock and clenching good and hard while his dick slaps Harry's stomach, and Harry's shaking from head to toe and gasping his name, there's nothing else like it in the fucking world.
"God, you feel fucking good," Bucky says. "Fuck, like I carved your dick special just to fit me." He throws his head back when Harry groans. Grins when Harry slaps a hand on his chest and manages to twist his nipple a little. "You wanna play with 'em after?" he asks. "Suck on them like the last time?"
"Uh-huh," Harry slurs. His hand slips down Bucky's chest to his stomach, then his hand rests on Bucky's dick.
Bucky puts his hand on top of Harry's, creates a warm, damp space for his dick to rub against. Harry manages to curl his fingers some, and it adds four little ridges for Bucky to rub on.
"You're gorgeous," Harry says. "Fuck, Bucky, you're beautiful."
Bucky bites his lower lip and rides Harry harder. Ruts faster. Squeezes around Harry's dick and doesn't let up. Harry squirms and keens, and his hand goes stiff under Bucky's for a stroke. Two. Three. Four.
"Shit," Harry hisses, and his hips snap hard just as Bucky comes down, and Bucky grinds and grinds as Harry fucks into him mindlessly for a handful of strokes, then goes still.
Bucky pulls fully upright on Harry's dick. It's still half-hard, still enough to hold onto. He takes his own dick in hand and jerks himself roughly, panting and grinding and sweating, then coming on Harry's stomach and chest. He drops forward, one hand landing next to Harry's head, the other landing dead center in his own spunk. He drags his hand from Harry's stomach to his leg, marking him with his jizz.
"Getting me sticky," Harry says, and his eyes are mostly clear now that he's come.
Bucky meets that clear gaze and drags his hand over Harry's stomach again, this time going up and getting the spunk on Harry's chest.
Harry uses a thumb to take up a little bit himself and then licks his thumb clean, and then presses his thumb to Bucky's nipple.
Bucky shudders and jerks, the sensation shocking through him. "I just came," he says. "Don't be mean."
Harry sits up and pulls Bucky in tight. Sweat and come mingle on their chests. He takes Bucky's nipple in his mouth and sucks it lightly, just enough to make Bucky moan, but not enough to hurt.
Bucky drags his hands down Harry's back and runs his nails back up, giving back exactly the same kind of feeling. "Fuck me, Harry, you might be a perfect fit."
Harry scrubs his cheek against Bucky's pec and drags his mouth to his other nipple. "You okay with that?" he asks against Bucky's chest.
Bucky presses his chest against Harry's mouth. Harry knows the answer. Bucky's said it before. But after they fuck, he's always a little softer, like being loose and free during sex has made him bruised all over. "More than okay," he says. "And you better be, too."
Harry licks Bucky's nipple, then pulls his head back so Bucky can see his eyes. They're clear and bright, wide-open like they don't want to miss a moment. "You know I am," he says.
Bucky kisses him, and this time, Harry's a full participant.
little snippet of a (one sided) bucky/harry one shot in writing rn. (fits the canon of how to not die in a b-17)
context: bucky, crank and brady managed to follow buck back to england.
Bucky tugged at his sheepskin, glancing up at the hatch in front of him. He wasn't cleared to fly. Hell, he wasn't even cleared to leave base to go to the local pub, but he had to. They would go to Berlin again. And he had to be up there. This was his revenge.
He pulled the hatch open, ready to climb inside, but then he heard a jeep behind him. It came to a halt, and Bucky cursed under his breath. Now he wouldn't be able to get on board without anyone knowing.
"What do you think you're doing?" The driver of the jeep spoke up, standing a few feet from Bucky.
His grip around the handle of the hatch tightened, his knuckles turning white. "I have to get up there, Harry," he said. "I can't stay down."
"You can and you will," Harry replied, a certain sharpness in his voice. Bucky had never heard him talk like that.
Bucky turned, his brows knitting together. Harry stood there, arms crossed in front of his chest, eyes piercing right through Bucky. What had happened to the soft-spoken navigator from Iowa?, Bucky asked himself. "You don't understand," he then said, shaking his head.
But Harry was having none of it. "I do understand," he replied. "But you won't go up today or tomorrow or until you haven't been cleared by Smokey."
"Harry, you don't understand––" Bucky tried again.
Harry cut him off. "That wasn't a suggestion, Major." His voice didn't waver as he held his ground. "That was an order."
@thatsrightice @beepbeepcomeatmebruv this was lowkey inspired by both of you👀
