He was a mess. His hair was all over the place and he was covered in sweat and sex. There was a tremble to his legs that wouldn't go away, not even once he caught his breath. In all of his experience, sex had never been as explosive as that. Steve, always the overachiever, licked him clean. Bucky wanted to say that he didn't have to but the tiny soft laps of Steve's tongue were too sweet and the brunette was too exhausted to protest. He gasped at a few over-stimulating licks, only squirming a little under the extra attention.
Steve slipped up next to him on the bed, though Bucky made sure to keep their bodies as close as possible. Even if every inch of his skin still felt charged and ready to spark, he refused to unlock himself completely from Steve. Not yet. He turned and slipped his knee between Steve's legs possessively. When Steve kissed him, he closed his eyes and hummed with appreciation. Then, Steve stopped and pulled away. Before he even opened his eyes, Bucky swore he could actually hear Steve thinking.
How the other man was capable of thought right now, he didn't know. Bucky just wanted his boyfriend to keep kissing him until either he was ready for the second round or he passed out. Because damn, after that pounding, he deserved a nap. But the pleasant kind where he got to wake up next to Steve, both of them hard again.
Bucky blinked lazily over at Steve across the pillows. "The day's still young, you know." He swept his arm over Steve's side and brought himself close. Nice and snug as their chests touched. "We should have done a lot before now but-" he nudged his nose into Steve's. "We don't have to worry about that anymore." But Steve would like he always did. Buck shook his head. "Sunshine, my only sunshine." He fluttered his eyelashes across Steve's cheek, hoping to incite a few worry-free smiles out of his lover. "You just fucked me into next century. I'm not mad at all."