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Opening Test Drive Meme

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Welcome to the first Test Drive for The Revival Project!

For those who do not know, this game is a spin-off from The Drift Fleet game, which is shortly closing. For more information about what this game is about, please check out the FAQ here or the premise here.

The TDM for the first round of applications is NOT required but is highly recommended. Really this is to see the interest level in the game as well as to have everyone interact on the new planet and with the new experiences offered here. There will be a post in the TDM where questions can be asked regarding the prompts/settings. We're keeping this loose though so go ahead and have fun with it. Any questions about the game please direct to the comment section of the FAQ.

If you are a Drift Fleet alumni, please label your character as 'DFAU' on your top level so we know. Also, keep in mind you have complete flexibility on how your character comes here. They could be taken before endgame, after endgame, two years after, one year before, etc. It's up to you! The only option not allowed is to completely restart your character (because then it's not DFAU, is it?)

So go! Explore Agra 10! And, as always, HAVE FUN!

*ATTENTION! RESERVES ARE NOW OPEN!*
*ATTENTION! APPLICATIONS ARE NOW OPEN!*
*GAME OPENS AUGUST 19th!*

WHALE COMB PARTY

In the square near your arrival point, one building seems to be in fairly good repair. It’s large and stark white on every wall. Unlike the other buildings, all the lights are on and the windows looking out are intact. That alone would make it remarkable but it’s hardly the most noticeable thing once you step inside the open doorway.

Hanging against one wall is a piece of fabric that has ‘WHALE COMB!’ painted on it in drippy, fluorescent pink letters. A smiley is painted underneath it right on the wall with three eyes and long fangs. The fangs drip down all the way to the floor and the eyes are just a blob of paint, but whoever left it seems to have been trying, here. ‘US THANK THEY!’ is written beside it, barely legible. On every other wall is ‘EAT’ in various sizes and colors. They thankfully don’t drip as much as the smiley since, beneath them, are tables upon tables of food.

There are meats, fruits, root vegetables, and even what might be a sweet dessert of some sort as well. Bowls are full of them, apparently a welcome dinner for the Agrii’s new heroes. At the very least it will give everyone a quick crash course on what is edible around here. But some of it might have … adverse effects:

- People chomping down on the striped meat all seem to get very drowsy a few minutes later.
- The red fruit that looks like a giant cherry is the equivalent of a few shots - the more consumed, the more drunken this party is getting.
- There is a bowl of weeds that have small, daisy-like flowers all along the stalks. This tastes like chicken and gives the eater a sudden burst of energy that will have them running around the room like they’re being chased.
-There are a collection of drinks, some made from the red fruit, some that are clearly water, some that taste like a less-sweet lemonade with no effects, and then there's a blue one that tastes like an especially dark beer. People drinking this will find themselves incapable of lying for a half hour.

Of course, no way to know any of this before you chow down. So dig in and enjoy the show!

LOST AND ALONE

They said don’t go into the forest. If the noises there weren’t deterrent enough then the thick trees and lack of paths should have been. Yes, you’ll need food. Yes, both meat and many fruits are in the forest. But maybe you should have gotten some more information before heading in.

Congratulations: you went into the forest and are now lost. You can’t hear the murmurings from town, nor can you see any of the lights that might be flickering on and off in the city. How are you going to get back into town? How do you make sure that the creatures here don’t attack you? You probably don’t have any weapons, so you’d better figure something out quick.

Or, maybe you’ll get lucky and run into another foolish person wandering around out here. Try not to attack them - unless they attack first.

MILES TO GO

The first thing every survivor needs to find is shelter. Not long after your arrival at the fountain, it’s getting darker now and, even if the night is short (you’re about to find out it’s not!), you don’t want to spend your first one out on an unfamiliar street. Distantly you can hear a sound like a wolf howling through an elephant’s trunk. It’s loud and alien. Maybe you want to find somewhere to sleep a little more quickly.

Right away there are two pretty solid options that will do nicely for the night: an abandoned hotel-like structure and some empty stores.

The hotel structure seems to be the most popular option for others. Its large, overgrown lobby leads you to the staircase and over a dozen floors of rooms in varying conditions. Despite it looking as though no one has set foot in here for decades, the stairs and floors all are secure. The rooms that have doors on them open up to dusty rooms that all have a bathroom (of sorts) attached and long, narrow bed frames. Figuring out a mattress will be a challenge but at least this is a safe place to sleep. As long as no animals laid claim to this room before you got in...

But let’s say the room in the hotel doesn’t work for you. Maybe the room is too small for you. Maybe you don’t like the stairs. Maybe you want someplace private to separate yourself from the rest of these strangers and to think quietly about what to do next. Either way, the other option is any number of abandoned stores lining the block where you arrived. The glass doors and windows of many are broken but there are just as many intact as well. The rooms are all large and empty, as whatever wares inside were either taken or dissolved over the years. There may be a counter or two that will get you off the ground, though. With all this space, you’re bound to find something to sleep on.

Unless someone else got there, first...

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Bucky doesn't need Steve to say anything to prove this was a good idea - his reactions pretty much speak for themselves. So do Bucky's, probably - he tenses and lets out a pleased little gasp at the pinch of Steve's teeth on his chest, at the soft, hot press of lips that follows. His head thunks back against the trunk a little, as his legs tighten and his fingers comb through Steve's hair, smooth down the back of his neck, slip under his collar as best they can to scratch at his shoulders, his upper back.

"You want a hint," Bucky teases, cheeks a little flushed and breath definitely coming a little faster. "If you wanna drive me crazy... keep doin' what you're doin'." Part of him wants to start getting Steve out of his own clothes, give Bucky more skin to touch, give them both more skin-to-skin contact. But everything Steve's doing is kind of addictive right now, from the growl echoing low in his throat to his lips against Bucky's skin, and he doesn't want it to stop, for even a second. He arches and rolls his hips right back against Steve's, hard, unapologetic, because he's learned, and quickly, that all the little ways you're supposed to be polite with a dame... kinda aren't important with Steve. And it's kind of addicting, in its own right, to be a little demanding, to see Steve light up and figure out what to do next.

Finally, though, speaking of next, "You're too dressed for this, pal."

Steve moans at the roll. Usually at this point he'd be starting to get self-conscious or be looking to pump the brakes but right now Steve can't get enough. His own hips push in and roll back drawing another moan out of him. It's good. It's too good, honestly. But neither of them are in a position to realize that. Instead, Steve just grins at Bucky and leans away just a little.

"Too dressed, huh?"

He grabs the hem of his shirt and drags it up and off. Pushing their chests together now has skin on skin and it's even more addicting than before. Steve bites and licks his way back into Bucky's mouth, his hips doing all the work of pinning Bucky against the tree.

"That better?" His voice is low and just for Bucky. One of his hands find the zipper and jingles it teasingly. "Or did I misunderstand the dress code?"

Bucky's usually got better self-control, or at least better common sense, too - but even though there's this niggling thought at the back of his mind, that this is probably pretty dumb, every time Steve touches him, it's too addicting to want to give up. It's too appealing to give Steve more.

Especially when Steve pulls off his shirt like that; Bucky grins down at him, eyes a little blown, too, and expression saying he's clearly enjoying the show. "Yeah, pal," he agrees. "You're starting to get the idea."

Because Now Steve's whole back is free, and his whole front is pressed along Bucky's. He slides his hands down the planes of Steve's back, trying to touch every inch of hot skin, trying to pull Steve closer even though that's going to make it hard for anyone to peel off more clothes. "God, I didn't touch you for a week... I can't imagine that for a year, Stevie - "

He has to duck his head back down for a kiss, trying to wrap himself around Steve harder, more, like they're still not touching enough. "You think I can get a hand in your pants like this?" he teases - but in reality, he's already switched to sliding one arm under Steve's, trying to tease his fingertips under the waistband at Steve's hip.

A year.

Steve still remembers it. Remembers waking up to an empty bed and searching high and low for Bucky. He remembers the fear and the anxiety that slowly morphed into a bone-deep sorrow when reality hit him. It was like going back to the bridge all over again. Steve knew that Bucky wouldn't have run from him so the only other option was that he was dragged home. He didn't know how or why but it was the only thing that made sense. He'd lost Bucky for good, now, and would never get him back.

His bed was too big and his room had too many reminders. Steve wasn't even sure all he did in that year because so much of it was remembering what it was to mourn. To be alone and to not have something propelling him forward. No mission. No purpose. Nothing.

And then he'd been brought here.

Steve's next kiss is beyond desperate. He is devouring Bucky breath by breath as he kisses him hard and mercilessly. He brushes Bucky's hand away because touching him is more important than being touched. He coaxes Bucky's feet back onto the ground and breaks the kiss to look him right in the eyes. "I'm tired of having regrets with you," he says honestly. A whole year wishing he'd done more. Said more. Explored more. Never again. "So you stop thinking, baby. It's my turn."

He inhales deeply and grabs Bucky's zipper. It goes down with Steve as he drops down to his knees. When it hits the bottom, Steve looks up and grins just like a sixteen year old punk in Brooklyn might.

"Still get to look up at you."

He kisses along Bucky's hipbone and around the top of his underwear before drifting lower. Opening his mouth and experimentally dragging his tongue against the clothed hardness there. His heart is about to burst out of his chest but Steve presses on. Through eyelashes, he looks up at Bucky to see how this is going.

" 's okay?"

Bucky is pretty sure he's never been kissed before like that in his life - never, not even when he and Steve first started this... whatever it is they're doing, and maybe not even when Steve had said he was going to leave. Not even when Steve decided, later, to stay. None of those kisses were like this, trying to devour him whole, coaxing him easily to give himself over, to press closer, to wish for a crazy second that they didn't have to be in two separate bodies, that they could just always be touching, that they would never have to break apart.

The only thing that breaks him out of it, eventually, is Steve's low voice, and the way he nudges Bucky back against the tree, gets him to put his feet on the ground -

So that Steve can sink down there in front of him.

Holy shit, the thrill that goes through him, at the sight of Steve down there... it's sinful, and it's the best thing Bucky's possibly ever seen in his entire goddamned life. His hands fall away for a second, fingers curling against the bark of the tree, then digging into it as Steve's lips, and then his tongue, hot and wet, drag over the fabric of his underwear, and his cock goddamn jumps against the touch as his head tips back and he lets out a quiet, desperate moan.

"Yeah, Steve," he mumbles, sounding a little drunk, voice dropping a little and a slow, breathless laugh pushing past his lips. "God, yeah - yeah, it's fine, but you really should - still too much in the way - "

Maybe he's a little demanding, but he feels like he's gonna pop if he has to keep putting up with this torture, with a layer of fabric still between them.

Steve can't help but feel pretty pleased at that response. He's sure Bucky has had girls do this to him before but, from that reaction, Steve can almost imagine this feeling like his first time. God knows it's his first time in this position. Nerves hit him as Bucky urges him to get the fabric out of the way and Steve worries for a second that he'd already messed something up. He doesn't let it weigh on him. Just nods and swallows hard as he reaches up to pull the offending fabric away.

It's his first time seeing another man's cock up close like this. Hell, he hasn't even seen his own this close. Steve's breath holds for a second as his hands grip Bucky's hips. He doesn't want his friend to move. Not right now as he takes all of this in and figures out where to go, next. What would he like? It's a hard thing to answer because Steve's experience regarding sex has been 90% fantasy and speculation. The rest of it has been...nothing like this. Bucky and he hadn't been able to get all that far, before. So. Right. What would he like? An instruction manual, for starters.

When none comes, Steve decides to keep going with his instincts. That has him leaning in and running his tongue from base to tip, testing out what this feels like. It's nothing offensive not remarkable but that emboldens Steve rather than disappointing him. He thinks for a minute and decides to do this as Steve does everything: jumping right in.

So Steve gives Bucky absolutely no warning before he's swallowed him up, all the way, and hollows out his cheeks as he might have seen some girl on a video Tony sent him do. The guy there had seemed to like it so that's a good hint it's the right move. Steve pulls back and dives back in, tempo immediately fast and merciless.

Everyone starts someplace.

Bucky is not expecting that. Holy shit, Bucky is really not - he lets out some garbled, gasped thing that was maybe supposed to be a word, maybe supposed to be Steve's name, he doesn't even know. His eyes just sort of roll back in his head and his hips try to jerk a little in Steve's grip and Steve literally, with zero preamble, starts going to fucking town on his dick.

To Steve's credit... wow, he's dedicated. He's enthusiastic. And Bucky hasn't had a blowjob since before the ice, and frankly he's really sure, all of a sudden, that even Steve doing his best Hoover impression here could definitely get him off with very little effort - well. Very little past what he's already giving.

But Bucky finally comes back to himself enough to flail one hand away from the tree, searching for Steve's head, trying to thread fingers through his hair and get him to look up, to pay attention, to maybe even lay off a minute. "St- Steve, Stevie, hey," Bucky mumbles, like his tongue is too thick for his mouth, even as he's kind of glad Steve's got him pinned to the tree, because he isn't sure he could actually stand under this onslaught. "Oh my God, Stevie, slow down - "

He's 99.9% sure Steve has never had a dick in his mouth. And that means Steve has no idea what's going to happen when Bucky comes - which is suddenly getting to be a dangerously real possibility, which is also embarrassing as fuck, okay - and Bucky remembers his first couple of suckjobs. They'd been awkward as hell, figuring it out together with the girl he was going with at the time, and - and now it doesn't need to be awkward if he can only get Steve's attention before Steve literally sucks his brains out through his dick. That seems to be a real, actual possibility, just about now.

Okay. Steve understands the appeal, now. That noise Bucky makes and the way his body moves and fights against him is addictive. The sap in his body makes Steve hone in on what that feels like. What it's like to have fingers in his hair and Bucky in his mouth, not even able to make words. That's the point of this, right? The point is to get your partner to the end. Steve is aware, with girls, it should maybe take longer. More time doing... Different things for them. But surely that wasn't the case with guys? With suckjobs? Steve is too busy thinking about this and relishing the way Bucky is saying his name to focus on any of the other words coming out.

He doesn't slow down. In fact, Steve seems to remember about then that he has a tongue and uses that the way he might in a kiss. He rolls it against Bucky and twists it around. Wrestling as he bobs his head back and forth like a man on a mission. Which, honestly, he is. 85% for Bucky's pleasure and the rest absolutely for his own.

Steve moans as he goes, the contact of the skin and the pull against his scalp making his whole body shiver. The sap or maybe his own arousal has his own self-consciousness burned away leaving behind nothing but his curiosity and desire. He looks up at Bucky again and the moan that comes out of that is loud and broken, fingertips digging into Bucky's hips hard as he fight the urge to take care of himself. No. No, Bucky first. Always him first.

He pulls back just to breathe. A few pants of oxygen as his tongue trails lazily around. But if Bucky thought that was a break then he was absolutely mistaken. He wastes barely ten seconds before taking him back down to the hilt and sucking like a vacuum the entire way back up.

Oh, God - the way Steve moans, the way it feels rumbling through Bucky's dick, the way Steve's hands dig into his thighs like they're gonna leave bruises... it's fucking intoxicating, every inch of him feeling utterly overwhelmed, overstimulated, like he's drowning in the very best of ways. The fingers in Steve's hair tighten desperately, but he can't really bring himself to pull Steve back or off, so between his hand on the tree and his hand in Steve's hair, Bucky's mostly just hanging on for dear life.

And then he seems to get a reprieve - as Steve pulls back, Bucky's gasping for breath, too, chest heaving as he blinks open eyes that barely want to focus, trying to center Steve in his field of view, trying to open his mouth to say something, anything, like, Yeah, okay, let's take a breather, maybe you should -

The words die, unspoken, in the back of his throat, because Steve dives right back in and fuck, fuck, Bucky doesn't know how he's going to last like this - he's going to go off like a fucking teenager (although at least, to his credit, a lot of that is due to the sap, even if he doesn't know it). "Steve" he tries again, fingers digging into Steve's scalp, his other hand digging deep furrows in the bark and his brain working overtime to form words even as his hips jerk and strain against the grip Steve has him in. His toes are curling, his body's on fire in the best way, he doesn't think he's come this fast in his life since he first figured out how to do it but fucking hell, Steve's got him there. "Steve, honey, you gotta - fuck -"

Okay. Steve knew cognitively what was going to happen at the end, here. But knowing and experiencing were drastically different things. One second Steve is enjoying the feeling of his hair being pulled and the way his name sounds on Bucky's lips. The next he gets a triumphant fire flaring through him, knowing he's accomplished his mission.

That, and a mouthful of...well. Bucky.

Steve doesn't quite know what to do, here. He hesitates a moment before deciding the only thing to do is swallow. It serves the double purpose of clearing his mouth and also letting him continue working Bucky until he is completely finished. Not knowing when that would be, Steve probably is on him a little longer than he'd like, but at least he manages to pull off, finally. Steve leans back on his heels with an exceptionally smug look on his face as he wipes his mouth.

"Not bad, I guess?" He has absolutely no idea that getting Bucky to come so fast might have potentially been a bad thing. His hands are still on his lover's hips, eyes still pitch black as the look up at him from his knees. His smirk grows by the second.

"Certainly didn't seem so bad from down here..."

Coming so fast isn't a bad thing, per se... but there's so much more to sex than just a race to the finish line. And Bucky will be happy to demonstrate, as soon as he manages to pull himself together again. Which takes just a second. He isn't sure there's any blood left to get to his brain, just at this very second.

The first thing he does, though, is start to push halfheartedly at Steve's head with the hand still in his hair - Steve's taking a little too long to get off him, and he's inching from pleasure into too much. And once Steve slides back, Bucky's left leaning heavily against the tree, eyes still a little glazed and chest heaving as he tries to focus his eyes on the big, dumb blonde on his knees in the forest floor, with the big, dumb smirk on his face and those wide, blown eyes and oh, fuck, does Bucky want to return the favor.

It's a weird, sudden, overwhelming urge; yeah, Bucky's thought about it, doing this for Steve, but he'd never quite been sure how to feel about it. They'd been taking things pretty slow - not in a bad way, but working Steve up to getting used to being touched, and maybe, even though he's never said it, working Bucky through the fact that he's dating a guy now. Sometimes it's still just a little... he doesn't know. It's never what he'd pictured. He's not sorry. He's not unhappy. He's just still a little unsure, when it's never something he'd seen himself doing.

But right now, he can very much see himself doing this for Steve, his skin still skittering with little warm sparklers all over, his cock cooling against his thigh, now that Steve's finally, thank God, let him go. Bucky slides his hands away from the tree, out of Steve's hair, to plant them on the big hands at his hips, squeezing a little to encourage Steve to let up. There are definitely gonna be bruises - and Bucky is gonna wear them, proudly, as long as they'll last.

"No? Well, that's good. 'Cause I wanna get down there with you." Bucky still feels slow and sloppy with orgasm, but there's a plan hatching in the back of his brain, even as he asks, laughing a little, "Good God, Stevie. You fuckin' - were you trying to make it a race?"

Steve has the biggest, smuggest grin on his face as he releases Bucky and sits back to get some of his air back. His mouth still tastes of Bucky and Steve isn't sure if he hates it or loves it or something in between. Part of him thinks more experimentation is called for to figure this out. Something tells him his boyfriend won't be opposed. At the question Steve just laughs. He's feeling good right now. Buzzing from what they just did enough that he's not upset about still being hard.

"I saw a few videos about that." He flushes a little admitting it but not as much as he might have if he wasn't still working off the sap. "Suckjobs seem to only have a few moves so it's not that hard to get it right."

It's clear that Steve feels like he won something, here. The idea that going through this so fast night not have been ideal is a possibility but not one that he seems overly concerned with. The point of sex was to get off and that's what they did. Mission successful and in record time. Who wouldn't be a little proud of that?

"You complainin'?"

Bucky could definitely get behind some more experimentation; he grins as Steve admits he's seen videos, mostly because trying to picture Steve watching those videos is a pretty entertaining mental movie.

But he can also, suddenly, see why Steve had been so very keen to dive right in and shoot straight for the finish line. And Bucky... well. Bucky's thinking Steve might benefit from learning that not everything is a race.

Not that Steve's little mission wasn't successful. "Fuck, no." Bucky feels damn good, and he's got no real complaints. But even so, "Only a few moves, huh?" he teases, finally sinking to his knees in front of Steve, reaching out to start pushing at Steve's shoulders, wanting him to flop back onto the forest floor. "You kinda seemed to stick with just one... mind if I show you a couple others?"

Now, Bucky has never given a guy a blowjob. He's been about as close to somebody else's dick as Steve has - Steve's dick, in fact, and he's gotten pretty good at getting Steve off with his hands and his hips. But this is different... and while Bucky hasn't ever done it, himself, he knows what girls have done for him. And he figures if Steve thinks what he just did is the only way... it's worth it to broaden his horizons a little. Which is why, once Steve goes over, Bucky's hands start getting to work at his belt and pants, eager to show Steve the benefits of taking your time.

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Steve's mouth opens and closes a few times as Bucky pushes him back. He'd assumed that the other man would get him off as he always had. Maybe some touching and some grinding. It was tried and true. But now Steve was being pushed into his back and Bucky was talking about showing him some new moves. Steve's mouth is too dry to speak, eyes wide and dark as he props himself up on his elbows go watch his belt and jeans get opened up like a present. He's hard. Painfully hard after all he just did. The fabric there tents with a damp spot at the top. Steve swallows hard on the absolutely nothing he has to clear away.

He bites into his lip for a second, unsure but too turned on to raise a fuss.

"You don't have to..." It seems like the right thing to say. Bucky had experienced these before so it was somehow easier for Steve to rationalize giving one to him. But Bucky sucking him off? It was almost odd. Hot, but... topsy turvy. Just like a lot was when it came to the two of them. Steve's hands fist into the dirt and his lower stomach muscles jump in anticipation. Despite his words he's making no move to get away.

He's barely breathing, watching Bucky the way one might be eyeing a waiter walking over with a plate of food. He's eager and hesitant, both. But the sap is soothing away his shame and nerves enough to not pump the brakes.

"You...you can. But you don't haveta."

Bucky's a little more rational that Steve, at the moment - not only did he just get exactly what he wanted (aka, lots of touching), but he's got a little less sap in his system, even if he ended up smearing a little more onto his hand, with all that digging and grabbing at the tree. Now, though, he glances up at Steve, and his eyes are dark and eager, but his face is also serious. His eyes flick down to the very obvious tent in Steve's shorts before he reaches out, pressing the heel of one hand against him, aiming for a little friction and a little relief while he pauses to ask Steve a serious question.

"Stevie, if you don't want me to do this for you, then say so," he says, gently - but firmly. Steve's not the kinda guy who doesn't say what he means. But Bucky suddenly wants to make absolutely sure, because there's the way Steve is looking at him right now... and then there's what he's saying.

Unless - Bucky cocks his head, one brow rising. "You ain't just protesting 'cause that's what they did in those videos, are you?" He knows some people get off on being told to stop, when they're actually being egged on. But Bucky ain't one of 'em. He doesn't think Steve is, either. "Just tell me what you want, buddy. I don't care if it ain't the same thing."

Instinctively, Steve wants to say 'no'. It lets Bucky off the hook and prolongs his first foray into this brand of intimacy. For a second, it looks as though Steve really is going to tell Bucky to stop. He sits up and grabs Bucky's wrist tight. But...the truth is that he does want this. He wants to know what it feels like and he wants every single piece of Bucky he can have. His cheeks flare a light red before Steve is leaning forward and kissing his boyfriend lightly. He's still conscious of where his mouth just was and how a deeper kiss may be a bit too much for both of them.

"I want it," he admits. It almost feels wrong, admitting to wanting something for himself. But Steve smiles and leans back onto his elbows, where he'd been before. "I... Just meant to say you didn't have to, just because I did. But if you want to... Then. Yeah. Yeah, I.... Yeah."

That's about all he can manage to say on the subject but even that was a feat in if itself. Steve tries a smirk but it just comes out a little queasy looking from the nerves in his stomach. Absurd, considering there was nothing now that he needed to do. But still, emotions were emotions.

"And cut it with the videos. I watched...maybe three."

Bucky doesn't move, doesn't try to pull away when Steve grabs for him. He simply crouches there, watching Steve's face, and lets Steve do what he wants - including lean in to kiss him.

His lips curve up into a fond smile as Steve pulls back, and he shakes his head a little. "I'm not offering it just 'cause you did. I mean, fair's fair, sure - but I want to." He kind of really, really does - he wants his mouth all over Steve, every inch - and that means every inch. "I wanna find out what you like. And I wanna see if I can't find things you didn't know you liked."

Like, you know, going slow. He's grinning full tilt by the time Steve tells him to cut out the teasing, to which Bucky just laughs softly, and pushes at Steve's shoulders again, shuffling forward to position himself between Steve's legs, hooking his fingers into his underwear and pulling it down enough to free Steve's cock from its confines. "A whole three, huh?" he teases, before he starts working Steve's jeans and underwear down his thighs, seeing if Steve will let him pull them off.

Steve is surprisingly speechless as he watches Bucky pull his clothes off. He lifts his hips to help but more or less on autopilot since he didn't know what to do otherwise. Nor after. "Maybe four," he says, mouth feeling numb as he thinks about where this is going. His mouth is dry and agape as he looks down at Bucky and tries to get his heart low enough that he's not about to have a heart attack. Would the sap cause him to do that? Who knew on this planet. Either way, not a thing to risk.

"I...you know. I know a bit of what I like." He doesn't. It probably shows to someone like Bucky who has a better grasp on his own desires. Steve knows that he likes girls and that he, apparently, also likes some men. He knows that he likes the feeling of being touched and that he likes Bucky being just as strong as he is. Likes it even better when he's taller than him, for reasons he will need to contemplate when he has better control of that bloodflow. The rest? The rest is assumptions. Assumptions that he is apparently going to be able to test.

"I like you," he says lamely. What else is there to say when you're about to be given a suckjob?

Bucky just laughs softly - maybe to offset the fact that he's a little nervous, too, but mostly that nervousness feels more like excitement, like desire, and when he glances up at Steve, his eyes are dark, maybe a little more gray than blue, and his grin is probably a little dangerous as he settles himself back in between Steve's legs, running one hand slowly, lightly up the inside of his thigh, resting the other on Steve's right knee.

"Well, I like you, too, Stevie. See if you like this."

And he slowly, slowly drags his fingers to the crease of Steve's leg, then to the base of his cock, holding it steadily - and still gently - as he leans down to lick a slow, wet strike up the underside, from base to tip, as his other thumb brushes slow, slow circles on the inside of Steve's knee. God, Bucky feels overheated, like he needs to touch Steve more, but he does his best to channel it into control, into making sure Steve gets the full - slow - experience. If those movies only showed him suckjobs on fast-forward, Bucky wants to show him what else is on the table.

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