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Self - Love: Morning (Part One)
Mini – Series
Summary: Three little moments of Bucky’s self – love.
Warnings: Smut.
He was sleeping soundly, with his face completely hidden in the pillow, his half - naked body uncovered and with his legs tangled in the sheets.
The first rays of the dawn bathed the bedroom.
Feeling the warm of the sun over him, he started to move. He slowly raised his head, opening lazily his eyes to look out the window through his messy hair. He slighly groan while letting his body rolled onto his back, putting his metal arm over his forehead.
He was staring at the ceiling as if it was the most interesting thing he have ever seen while letting his brain trying to wipe the sleep.
His mind was still drowsy, but another parts of himself not.
He felt something shifted under the conforter. He mild opened it to look briefly to his nether regions. There was a beginning of a tent in his underwear.
He was getting hard.
He slipped bit by bit his flesh arm until he palm lightly the front of his boxers. He shivered a little at the sensation.
He moved the underpants enough to free his semi hard cock and took it with his long fingers, letting his thumb touch the tip delicately.
He started to move slowly, making his breathing faster. He was letting his body to feel the pleasure of the moment.
Picking up the pace made him start to moan.
Loudly.
The heat of the arousal was making appear beads of sweat in his face, starting to make the sheets to stick to his body.
He closed his eyes, arched lightly his back, moved his toes,… Everything was getting too much, so much that when he hit the orgasm he cursed as if his life were in it.
He opened gradually his eyelids and bit a little his lower lip, trying to contain a silly smile.
His face was the representation of pure relaxation and happiness.
What a good way to start the day.
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Self - Love: Afternoon (Part Two)
Mini – Series
Summary: Three little moments of Bucky’s self – love.
Warnings: Smut.
Previous part
He was enjoying his free day doing nothing. Since he ate a few hours ago, he didn’t move even a little from the sofa, where he was comfortable watching a reposition of one of the must-see tv series of the nineties that recommended him like million of times.
He was drinking slowly the beer that was in his flesh hand, laughing silently at the jokes of the current episode he was watching. When he wanted to notice, he shallows the last drops of the golden liquid.
He frowned a little disappointed, he finished the drink too soon.
He put the bottle between his legs and started to play with the neck of it with his metal fingers. Up and down. The vibranium of his fingertips caressing the glass created a soothing sound that was relaxing enought to make him disconnect from the show. He even close his eyeslids.
The loud volumen of the ads woke him up, making him to whimper a little.
He put the empty bottle on the coffee table in front of him and when he sit correctly in the coach, he started to feel incomfortable. Actually, there was something pushing painfully his pants.
He didn’t know where his mind was when he was half sleeping a few minutes ago. The only thing he was sure was that his dreams had been anything but innocent.
He bit his lower lip while looking at his hidden erection.
He started to caress it, feeling how the heat was invading him little by little.
“Fuck” he murmured
All the clothes were starting to bother him.
He pulled down eagerly his sweatpants and boxers by their waistband, making his cock bounced against his abs.
His t - shirt was next.
He exhaled, not even noticing that he was holding his breath all this time.
His member was already leaking precum, which he use to start taking care of himself with his flesh hand.
After a few strokes, he decided to alternate it with his metal one. The contrast of temperatures was making him losing his mind.
He cursed through his teeth, slamming his head back against the back of the sofa.
The heat of the situation was making his whole body flushed.
Hearing the sound of himself jerking off in the middle of the silence of the room was making his member to grow even harder.
The orgasm was getting closer and closer, he could feel it.
“Come on” he panted
Oh, how he needed to reach it.
He quickens the rhythm, he couldn’t wait anymore.
When he came, his whole body clenched and the moan that came from his mouth was one of the most erotic sounds that a human could hear.
He was so inmersed in his own pleasure, that he ignored his own reality.
He was feeling out of the planet.
Pure bliss.
When he came back to earth, he felt completely exhausted, his body was covered in sweat.
Damn, that was pretty good.
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Self - Love: Night (Part Three)
Mini – Series
Summary: Three little moments of Bucky’s self – love.
Warnings: Smut.
Previous part
He opened the door like there was someone in the room that he could disturb. He entered slowly, dragging his feet along the carpet. He has had a long day, he was pretty tired. So tired to go to his room directly.
No dinner. No movie night.
He sit on the edge of the bed, sighing before putting his hands over his boots. The socks were next. His feet were finally free.
After that, he unbuckled the black belt and the holsters, putting them delicately on the floor. He gets up to undress his cargo pants, let it him only with boxers and the leather black jacket, which started to open.
Strap by strap. Button to button.
He throught it to the carpet next to the other parts of his suit and walked to the bathroom. He needed to clean himself, the smells and dust were disturbing him.
He let his fingers lower the underpants until they descended themselves to the floor. He opened the door of the shower, turn on the tap and moves it until he founds the perfect temperature.
He puts himself under the hot water, feeling his muscles slowly relaxing. Drops traveled over his whole body until they reach the drain.
He put a little of shampoo on his head, massaging the thick liquid with dedication into his scalp. Humming, he moved his fingers though the strands of his hair, untangling it.
Taking the soap with his metal hand, he started to clean his neck, sliding the bar down his broad shoulders, flesh arm, pecs, abs… until reaching his intimate parts.
He began to soap his balls, his soft cock. The up and down motion that started from being an innocent action was changing to a lustful one.
His member was growing harder and harder, leaking more and more precum that he used to pump faster.
His deep groans and the falling water were the only sound that someone could hear from that bathroom.
When he came, he really tried to contain his moans biting his lower lip, but the pleasant sensation were to much to handle. It was impossible for him to be silent. The orgasm hit him pretty hard.
He let his body fall until his forehead was on the tiles while his knees were wobbling
“Oh god” he panted
Ten minutes later he decided to get out. He took a towel and started to dry his body while walking in front of the mirror, where he couldn’t stop looking to every detail of his upper body.
After dropping the towel over the sink, he started to move his flesh hand over his skin, until it reached the scars where his metal arm starts. He sighed deeply, breaking the spell that connected his eyes to the mirror.
He opened one on the drawers, taking the shaver. His beard was growing very fast. When he finished cleaning his face, he ran his metal fingers through the jawline, softly, like if a little pressure could cut the vibranium. The cold of his prostetic is always nice, relieves the sensivity that his skin has after shaving.
A few seconds later, he came back to the bedroom, taking the grey shirt and pants that he has left over the bed that morning and introduced himself under the sheets.
He lied on his back, with his slightly damp hair doing a halo over the pillow.
Ohh, he was going to sleep so well.
Self - Love: Masterlist
Mini – Series
Summary: Three little moments of Bucky’s self – love.
Warnings: Smut.
PARTS:
- Self – love morning
- Self – love afternoon
- Self – love night