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mr. bucket; buckets of fun (sgt_barnesjb) wrote in snapthread,
@ 2019-11-25 19:08:00

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bucky barnes (mcu), clint barton (616)

WHO: Bucky Barnes (MCU) & Clint Barton (616)
WHAT: Gratuitous fun in the snow and out of it
WHERE: The Barton-Barnes menagerie.
WHEN: After playing in the snow
RATING: Spicy

The last time Bucky Barnes had enjoyed playing in the snow was probably sometime in the 1930's. Although the Winter Soldier had been kept in Siberia and the word 'winter' was literally part of his title, Bucky hadn't exactly been allowed to go make snow angels. Even afterward when he'd broken free of HYDRA, there was some snow in Bucharest but keeping a very low profile didn't lend itself to allowing much time to catch snowflakes on his tongue. He'd never seen snow in Wakanda, so that'd been out, too. But here, he had all the time in the world to play in the snow, and now he had a husband who was very playful too so it made for a fun time out in the cold.

They took Lucky, Goat Tony and the pokemon all out into the snow as well, which made for a great time at least for a little while. Eventually Tony started screaming and that put the fun on pause for about five minutes while they got their zoo all back inside and dried off so they could warm up. Bucky and Clint went back out for a pretty epic snowball fight. The thing was, when you put two expert marksmen on opposing sides in a snowball fight, they were gonna land hits every time. Snowballs weren't bullets or arrows but they were still pretty fucking great at aiming and launching.

Really messy snow angels were next on the agenda. They both started off doing it right but when they rolled to get up they rolled into each other at the same time and so of course they had to start making out a little in the snow. "We gotta work on the snow angels. We kind of suck," he murmured, rolling Clint over and kissing him. "On second though I don't really give a fuck."

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sgt_barnesjb
2019-12-10 01:20 am UTC (link)

He remembered learning a long time ago that getting naked with someone was definitely the best way to warm up so -- this was not only for their physical pleasure but also for survival, right? Sure. He didn't need an excuse to get naked with his husband though, so he was just happy as fuck about it.

Would those little flutters in his heart ever go away? Bucky didn't think he wanted that to be answered but so far the answer was no. It didn't matter how many times they tumbled into bed in a naked knot of limbs or when they'd carefully lie each other down and slowly touch and kiss and make love; his heart was constantly fluttering and skipping beats. How was it even possible to love someone so much and still have the capacity to love him more? Again, there was no need to answer the question; it was just the greatest thing ever.

He groaned as he felt those hands on his ass again and in response he gave a little roll of his hips. A low chuckle escaped him when Clint actually bit his chin. Of course his husband was ridiculous; Bucky loved that about him. It brought out his own playfulness that had so long laid dormant in him. "Not possible," he said, and lowered his head to definitely leave a hickey on Clint's neck. Hickeys were funny and silly and Bucky was so amused by it. "If the wedding ring and centaur art weren't indicative enough, now everyone's gonna know you're taken."

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today_sucks
2019-12-11 10:20 pm UTC (link)

Nah, that flutter was there to stay. It was like that good tingle you got when you saw someone for the first time in a long time, or got an actual real letter in the mail you genuinely wanted to hear from. It was like a text at one am that took your breath away. Something like that. Except it never really faded and Clint saw Bucky every day. It was such a nice feeling, that little something of pleasure and love.

"Totally possible," Clint countered with a laugh even as he tilted his head back more, offering up space for Bucky to do some real good hickey art in. If Clint had anything going for him that Bucky didn't, it was that he bruised like a frickin' picture and was nearly always sporting some kind of color, cut or mark on his skin. Usually due to clumsiness, but the best kinds were the ones that were left in love, though. "Yeah," he agreed, grazing short nails up Bucky's ass, across his sides. "They never woulda guessed before but a hickey'll do it. Everyone's gonna be so jealous."

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sgt_barnesjb
2019-12-16 03:14 pm UTC (link)

It was exactly like that. And it happened all the time. No matter if they'd spent most of the day apart, or only a minute or two and they just turned to meet eyes. That flutter was always there. Accompanying it was always that realization of yes, this is my person and it filled him with such warmth and happiness. It still felt like a dream; better even, because it was real. Bucky couldn't think of anything better than loving someone so much, and knowing that same person felt the exact same way about him.

...although sex with said person was pretty close.

One of the things that Bucky had to sort of discover through intimacy with his husband was to find a balance between letting his passion take over and being mindful that Clint wasn't a super soldier. He wasn't going to handle him like a fragile piece of porcelain but he also didn't want to break any bones in his husband's body. He wasn't overly cautious, just aware. It didn't take away from the experience, that was for sure.

He chuckled low in his throat. No, nobody would've known by the dumb googly eyes or the wedding bands but the hickey would tell the tale. "What do you want, sweetheart?" He whispered in his ear, then ran his tongue along the shell of it. "Hm? What do you want right now?"

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today_sucks
2019-12-19 01:34 am UTC (link)

Clint didn't really need Bucky to be cautious -- sure, it was nice that he was thoughtful like that, but he wasn't really sure it was necessary. He wasn't breakable and it wasn't like he thought Bucky was gonna split him in half with his dick or anything.

And if he did, frankly, Clint was pretty sure he'd be more impressed than he was angry. He'd limp it off for a few weeks and laugh about it the whole time. That seemed fair to him.

Clint let out a weird, shivery kind of giggle when Bucky whispered at him and then licked his ear. It was always such an odd mental processing, when people whispered or said anything close to him at all these days. Hearing aids weren't great for layered translations. "Fuck that feels weird," he said, but clearly sort of liked it. "Was I not promised dick? I seem to remember you promising that."

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sgt_barnesjb
2019-12-20 03:27 pm UTC (link)

"I did promise that, didn't I?" A grin pulled at his lips as he drew back and looked down at his husband. His husband. Bucky didn't think he'd ever get over how happy that made him. He didn't want to get over it, either. If he could always be this happy just from thinking about Clint, let alone how elated he was whenever they were together, then life was pretty fucking great.

He kissed down the angle of Clint's jaw to his lips and stayed there for a bit because he really, really loved kisses. It was a way to talk without talking and that was also something they both did really, really well.

They'd taken to stashing lube in the bed for easy access; sometimes under the mattress but this time it was under Bucky's pillow so he blindly grabbed for it and squeezed a bit out onto his fingers. "Gotta make good on my word," he said, as he snaked his hand down, down further, until he was teasing Clint's entrance by pressing the pad of his index finger there and slowly working it in.

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today_sucks
2019-12-25 10:37 pm UTC (link)

"Yes. Follow through. That's a thing. Do it, or else I'll pout. And also leave the top door open tonight so you can hear Tony scream through the night while I blissfully sleep through it. This is a real threat." It was not a real threat, even if it was something he could feasibly do.

Mostly because he wasn't an asshole. Also there was no world in which Bucky would get him all fired up and then decide to Nope out of the situation either. Which was obvious, considering all the places and ways they stashed lube around the house.

Honestly, they were like a couple of lovesick teenagers sometimes. Except, unlike teenagers, they were actually good at kissing and sex. Being in their thirties was fucking awesome.

Clint practically wriggled further onto Bucky's fingers -- never afraid of a little stretch and burn when it was for a good cause. "Fuck. Yep. This is the only outcome of a snowball fight," he decided. They were the only winners in town, so far as he was concerned.

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sgt_barnesjb
2019-12-26 04:37 am UTC (link)

"That's cruel," he said with a low chuckle on his lips. Bucky didn't think Clint would actually subject him that sort of torture, but it was funny to think about it even if he'd be the one suffering while his husband slept soundly beside him.

And no, in no scenario would it ever end where Bucky decided to peace out of having sex. Why the hell would he do that? The chemistry between him and Clint was, frankly, off the charts. The desire between them hadn't fizzled over time; it had only ignited to be that much hotter.

There'd never really been any clear indication of how to figure out who won or when the battle was over. That was actually pretty amusing to Bucky but it also was very convenient because it meant they could call themselves the winners if they wanted. And honestly, given what they were doing now, he'd consider that a win regardless. "Mhmm…" He murmured, while sliding his fingers in and out of his husband to keep working those muscles. He sought out Clint's mouth for another hot, fiery kiss.

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today_sucks
2019-12-26 07:43 pm UTC (link)

"Didn't you know?" Clint asked playfully even as he stretched himself out over the sheets -- wanton and at least a little bit ridiculous about it because playing coy wasn't really something that Clint was good at. "I'm a cruel man. That's basically my middle name. Clint Cruel Barto--oh!"

There was no keeping it up, not when Bucky got down to some real facts business with his fingers (and look, he had really nice hands in general. Long fingers, dexterous in ways that most people weren't, and if practice made perfect, Bucky was using them at some godly levels these days) and leaned down to kiss him at the same time.

Clint obviously kissed back -- clinging to Bucky with one arm even while he rolled his hips, an urgent prompt for more even while he reached between the both of them in order to get his own hand on Bucky's dick. There wasn't any rush, mind, but sometimes he couldn't help but feel a little frantic with want.

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sgt_barnesjb
2019-12-27 01:15 am UTC (link)

Bucky wouldn't call himself a proud man, but one thing he did take pride in was being a skillful lover to Clint. When they first began to get physical with each other, he'd taken pretty intricate mental notes when it came to his husband's body. He wanted to learn everything there was to know about what not only could pleasure him, but could make his toes curl and what made it impossible for him to stay still. He'd become very well versed in all things Clint Barton, but that didn't make him complacent. He was very enthusiastic about pleasuring his husband.

It thrilled him to hear those little oh!'s every so often when he did something just right. It fueled his enthusiasm to do that much more, to redouble his efforts and strive to make Clint see stars. He groaned low in his throat as he felt a hand on his dick and lightly bit Clint's lip. "Mm, you're getting handsy." He chuckled and hooked his fingers just a bit as he started to slide in a third. "Nearly ready for me, baby. Just a little more."

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today_sucks
2019-12-28 12:40 am UTC (link)

They'd both been taking notes at the same time, probably. It was ridiculous and cute and it was a wonder they'd gotten anything done properly at all those first few times because they were so busy mentally cataloguing all the noises the other one made.

And giggling. Clint recalled quite a bit of that. And that hadn't changed at all. They both still laughed a lot, and that was probably the best part of all, even beyond the porn noises and moans.

"Fuck yeah," Clint said, because that was the kind of stuff people were meant to say in bed - full of energy and want and enthusiastic consent. It was fucking awesome. Just like that third finger Bucky was pressing into him was awesome -- and Clint said so by keeping up his handsy-ness until he was too desperate. "Okay, okay," he said once he felt sufficiently stretched, ready to be open. "That's good, so good. Need you now, okay?"

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sgt_barnesjb
2019-12-28 05:50 am UTC (link)

The giggling. Lord, the giggling and laughing. They both did plenty of it but not in a way that was deprecating toward each other. It was more like 'wow, holy shit' sort of laughing. The kind that said, 'oh my god, how is it possible it's this good?' The two of them just had so much fun together. They enjoyed each other in every way. Bucky still pinched himself often to remind himself that this life he had with Clint was real. They were really there, really married, and Clint really loved him.

Being so in tune with his husband's body, Bucky knew that when Clint assured him that he was okay, he meant it. He could also hear the desperation in his voice and Bucky was right about there with him. "Okay," he replied, and went for another kiss while he withdrew his fingers. "Okay." He said it again while he reached for the lube and playfully chased Clint's hand away from his dick so he could slick it up. Once he'd prepped himself, he pushed Clint's legs apart and positioned himself accordingly. That didn't mean they'd stay in that position, but for right now he wanted to be close to him this way. He leaned down and kissed him while pushing inside of him.

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