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"I'm just really out of control, I don't want to hurt you. I haven't had a rut since...I don't remember one, so it probably was before the war."

Natasha is offering what he needs, though, and hearing it out plain is enough to have him clenching his fists in an attempt to keep from carrying her off. His brain is still foggy from the sedative and his usual confusion from drifting in and out of being the Winter Soldier but he's enough of himself to not want to just assault her.

"I'm probably going to be rough. I haven't since before."

Natasha took a brief moment to thank God that Rogers had managed to get that sedative into Barnes before they'd left the Tower, else she might well have had her face planted in the door while this rutting Alpha railed her against it ten seconds after it closed behind Steve. As it was, she wasn't too surprised to hear that he was all but ready to jump her right now, therefore she reached out, took his hand, and led him off to her bedroom, closing that door behind him.

"Get undressed," she ordered quietly, calmly but succinctly removing her own clothing. She didn't want anything ripped or shredded. "Rough is okay. I don't mind bruises, but keep your teeth to yourself, understand?" There would be no chance of a mate-bond if he never bit. "If you start getting out of hand," she reassured him, putting a knee on her mattress, "I'll handle you, da?"

Bucky understands the rules about biting even if he doesn't remember having a rut before now; some things are just inherent to orientation and that's one of them, to be sure. He strips off his own clothes as quickly as Natasha had hers and reaches for her, pushing her back against the mattress.

"Let me try to get you ready, at least. I don't know if I can be that patient, I smell you everywhere, but I can at least try not to hurt you."

Rough was one thing. Assault was another. Bucky was trying to be as kind as he could be in this state.

Barnes wasn't hard on the eyes, and Natasha gave herself about five seconds to appreciate the gorgeous male aesthetic before he pushed her down on the bed. Her mouth quirked as she replied, "Da, I'd appreciate it." But she put her arms around his shoulders and parted her legs, cradling his heavy body between her thighs.

She had to admit that he felt wonderful; thick and broad and superbly muscled, and she guided his mouth again to her throat, offering more of her scent. "Just...do what you need to," she murmured, instinctively molding her body to his, supple curves to hard planes.

Bucky kisses along her throat and it's a tempting thing to bite down but he has to think through the cloud of hormones and not do it. He licks her, instead, and works his hand down between them. It means moving so Natasha isn't wrapped around him but this part is probably going to be appreciated later on.

"It's been a while, you might have to help me out," he warns, working his fingers against her while he bends his head to lick at the curve of her breast. Natasha is an absolutely beautiful woman along with smelling amazing so it's a deadly combination.

She managed a low chuckle, which ended on a soft hiss when thick fingers worked between her thighs. Slim hips bucked of their own accord, and Natasha bit back a soft moan at the feel of a warm, wet tongue sliding over her skin. "You're...not the only one," she replied, a little huskily. His scent was strengthening, filling her nose and mouth and making her want to roll over and present. Which was, actually, a little worrying.

But as long as she kept most of the control, it'd be all right. They'd get through this with no lasting repercussions. She was sure of it.

"Your scent's getting stronger," Natasha remarked, threading hands through Bucky's long hair. "Like...like Christmas Trees on steroids."

It's enough to make him laugh, actually, and Bucky tips his face against her neck and inhales her scent for a moment as he does. He's smiling, he can feel it, and he doesn't even remember the last time he smiled. Decades before now, that's for sure.

"I don't know if anyone has ever told me that. Do you like it?" He really likes her scent, in particular, and he isn't sure if it's just because she's an omega either. He thinks it's because this particular scent is good for him and he falls quiet and just smells while he rolls his thumb over her clit and works his fingers in. He has the idea if he can hold on long enough to get her to come, this won't be so bad for her. Maybe it won't be a chore.

The sound of his low laugh brought goosebumps over her, and Natasha echoed it with a softer chuckle. "I do," she breathed back, lips quirked in a small smile. "It's--!" She was about to say more, but right about then, two of those sinful, thick fingers penetrated and she stiffened, muscles automatically squeezing around the invasive digits.

Her hips lifted upwards, wanting more, and Natasha didn't bother checking the moan that slipped out now. It was sheer reflex to guide his warm, wet mouth to her breasts, even as her body lifted for his touch. He was an Alpha, she was an Omega; it was instinct. Primal and bestial.

"...James..."

She knew she had to sate him, to quell the need burning beneath his skin, but perhaps it wouldn't be so terribly onerous, taking this broken man through his first rut in God knew how long. "...that's....that's good, malyshka..."

Russian is soothing. It's been his operating language for decades now and it comes easier than English sometimes. He ghosts his teeth along her nipple for a second before sucking, hard, and crooking his fingers in her in hopes he can get her that much closer to coming. It seems like his body knows how to do this even if he doesn't remember doing it.

Her skin tastes good and he knows later when he has more control he'll bury his face between her thighs and lick her until she screams but right now he just wants her wet enough that he can fuck her and not hurt her. If he can do that and get through this first time, maybe his body will ease a little.

Now, she didn't try at all to hold back her moans, sighs, and groans. Natasha gave herself over to the pleasure, knowing Bucky needed it to help soothe some of his jagged edges. No doubt they'd spend much of his rut in bed, just like this, but she was sure it'd get easier the more they coupled.

Her hips rolled in counter-rhythm to his hand, every nerve in her loins seemingly tied in to those tingling at her breasts, the overstimulation very nearly too much to handle all at once. But the redhead had better control than to just fall over the cliff so quickly, although she knew it wouldn't be long before it crashed right over her.

She did, however, managed to open her eyes and gain enough breath to whisper, "...I can take you, James, if you want..." Although Barnes wasn't exactly small, Natasha knew she was hot enough, slick enough, to manage.

That's the affirmation he's been looking for and Bucky moves then, hiking her legs up around his hips and sliding into her as slowly as he can manage. Once he's in her to the hilt, he exhales softly and buries his face against her neck again to scent her.

"I'm trying to stay in control," he murmurs. "Because I need to stay in control but it's really hard."

She'd volunteered for this, yes, but she doesn't deserve for him to be brutal because he's in the middle of rut and it's heinous because of the serum and everything HYDRA had done to him. Natasha deserves it to be good enough not to hurt her.

When she felt him shifting to enter her, Natasha made herself relax, but her nails bit into flesh and metal, regardless. He definitely wasn't small, and it was a good stretch, but there was no denying how full she felt once he filled her to the hilt.

"It's...all right," she managed to pant, disengaging her fingernails to slide her hands down his corded arms, both real and prosthetic. Lifting her hips, Natasha rolled her body beneath his, her head falling back with a low, husky moan at the bolts of pleasure shooting through her lower body.

Bucky nods when she says it's all right and he moves faster, faster the way he wants to move and the way that his body is demanding of him. He pulls out and pushes back in hard. Bucky captures her wrists in his hands and pins them up above her head as he moves, needing to make sure she isn't going to move from under him.

He knows his knot will catch and fast but right now, he needs to move as much as he can and get as much out of this as he can for a first time. It's doing a lot to smooth over the edges but he knows his hormones are going to demand it over and over again, even if it's softer and less brutal the next time.

His rut is going to demand that he takes care of her, too, so he doesn't feel nearly as bad as he should.

Natasha's breath caught and her body jolted with every rough, forceful thrust. She stifled a moment's panic when Bucky pulled her hands up over her head, but she knew she could get away if she really had to. Barnes hadn't been kidding when he'd said "rough", but then she'd had rougher, before. She also had a feeling his knot was going to catch mighty quickly, but that wasn't too surprising, really.

For this first time, however, Natasha knew she wasn't much more than a body, a willing medium for him to slake what he could of his lust. And she didn't mind. The man had suffered enough, and she could relate, having been forcibly suppressed for most of her own life, and then by necessity thereafter.

Just as he expected, his knot catches fast but he's nowhere close to coming. It's been too damn long for him to come right when his knot catches and he keeps moving, hips hitting hers hard. Bucky leans down and kisses her hard, teeth catching her lip lightly.

"Mine," he growls under his breath. "Just mine. No one else's. Mine to have."

Maybe he shouldn't be possessive but he's not exactly in his right mind at the moment.

Natasha couldn't swallow a cry when she felt Bucky's knot catch, tug, then expand completely, filling her and then some. But his strong hips kept slamming against hers, driving what breath she still possessed right from her lungs as fast as she could draw it. Then his mouth was back on hers, forcing her lips apart to kiss her thoroughly, leaving her just a little dizzy.

Still trying for breath when she heard his growled, feral announcement, the redhead started to object, but simply didn't have the air. He was still moving over her, trying to fuck his way to climax even with a swollen and caught knot. And she hadn't really considered the ramifications of that in her initial calculations.

She hadn't considered how it was going to make her feel.

It feels like it takes forever but when he comes, it's everything Bucky can do to keep from sinking his teeth into the soft flesh of Natasha's neck. He buries his face against it instead and groans loudly. He's still caught against her but he releases her hands and he knows that there will be bruises. Natasha is too pale not to bruise.

Bucky falls against her, heavy, and he tries to catch his breath. "I'll try to roll us in a minute, all right? I won't stay on top of you."

It's the only thing he can promise, though, after his first release in so very long.

Natasha had little choice but to hold on, and she managed, stifling a scream when she at last felt an orgasm tear through Barnes' big body, he shuddering a final time before collapsing atop her. But his weight wasn't a problem; quite the opposite. She felt sheltered, there beneath him, and managed to wind her small arms around his still-shaking shoulders, smoothing his hair with one hand.

"...it's all right," came out in a husky whisper, and the redhead herself also panted for breath, feeling overly sensitive, heated, and just a little...cheated. But she sternly reminded herself that it wasn't Bucky's fault; she wasn't the priority here.

"You can...stay like this, for a while," she granted, still running her fingers through his sweat-damp hair. "It'll be easier."

"Thank you," Bucky says softly. "I needed you so much."

Natasha's hand in his hair feels good and he lifts his face and kisses her, soft and slow. It's not something he'd really done before because he couldn't really keep control of himself enough to kiss just for kissing's sake but he wants to do it now. He wants to enjoy that part of this too and he hopes that since Natasha was all right with giving him the one part of this, she'll be all right with this part too.

Honestly, she was simply too exhausted at the moment to bother protesting. Besides, it was still...nice, being kissed. Sweet, a little sincere. Barnes was still thick and deep on top of her, it wasn't as if he'd be able to move any time soon. So kissing was definitely better than talking, at least.

"...you're welcome," Natasha whispered when they parted for a quick breath of air. Curious green searched his rugged face, looking for any sort of sign. "Feel any better?" She hoped so. He seemed a bit more 'in his own head', if that could even be applied to an Alpha during his rut.

"Your scent's still strong, but a little smoother. A good thing, James."

"Yeah, I feel a lot better," Bucky admits. It's embarrassing, he guesses, but she signed up for this and they're both adults. They both know what their orientations mean. Luckily she's not in heat because if she was, he'd be fucking ravenous right now even though he'd just had her.

"Do I really smell like Christmas trees? I've never...I don't remember anyone ever telling me what I smell like."

He guesses Christmas trees are an Alpha enough scent but it's funny to him to hear about it from an omega because it's been so long since he's been with one. He nuzzles up against her neck and kisses her there. God, she smells good. So good.

"Good." That was something, at least. The man's poor brains wouldn't be on fire with the need to fuck and rut; hopefully he'd be able to think a little rationally now. If not, well, she had a few days off. And Bucky wasn't the only one thanking God that Natasha wasn't in heat, because no one ever made smart choices when hormones overrode all logical sense.

She had to chuckle at his question, though. "You do, yeah. But it's...good." She fell to stroking his hair again, gently petting. "I've never smelled anything else like it, not on anyone. I really like it," Natasha admitted, unbending enough to give his temple a soft nuzzle as he buried his face in her throat.

Bucky smiles against her skin. It's been long enough that he thinks he can pull out and he does, slowly, and rolls over onto his back. He reaches for her, though, and tugs her up against his chest to hold her. He wants to hold her right now and take care of her, the overprotectiveness of his orientation already kicking in.

"Let me take care of you for a little while," he murmurs, voice low and a little rough. He trips his hand down her skin and just enjoys the slight weight of her against his body.

"You probably need it, don't you?"

The disconnect felt a little...strange, but Natasha didn't protest when Bucky shifted, then reached out to bring her with him. She knew she'd be sore as hell tomorrow morning, but it wouldn't be much different from any other exercise program. Barnes wanted to coddle her a little, sating more of his Alpha rut in providing for his Omega, and that was also fine.

"It wouldn't hurt," she quipped, resting her head on his right shoulder, a lean leg casually draped across a muscled thigh. "It's been...well, never, since anyone's really taken care of me, now that I think on it." A thread of humor wound through her voice. "You'll be the first, James."

"That's a shame," Bucky says quietly. "You're supposed to do that. I have a memory like swiss cheese and even I know that." He feels a little more grounded right now, though, and he thinks it's because it's simpler when he's just an Alpha with an Omega and hormones are talking instead of words and memories.

"I'll run you a bath later so you won't be so sore," he decides. "And I'll find something to cook for you. You're going to need it. Right now, though, I think this will be nice. I haven't had anyone to just talk to in a really long time. Steve wants me to be who I used to be and I can't be that guy anymore no matter how hard I try."

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