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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."

Natasha shrugged off the concern, not really willing to swap sob-stories just now. "Order takeout," she suggested to the offer of cooking, however. "There's a really good Chinese place nearby that delivers, and a pizza joint right up the street, too." A bath sounded lovely, though, but she honestly didn't think she had the energy to even sit up at the moment.

"We can talk," the redhead offered, quiet. "I'm a really good listener, so babble all you like." A spark of humor touched her eyes and her tone as she added, "Although I'll probably poke you if you start repeating yourself, Barnes."

"I'll order takeout this time," Bucky concedes. "But I am ordering groceries and cooking for you. You need something better than takeout." Maybe that's a little too much Alpha protectiveness for a first time but his hormones are bouncing all over the place and it seems like such a simple thing to let him cook for her. He'd feel better if she did. He wants to provide for her even if it's just for right now.

"It's not that I have a lot to say," he says when she offers to listen to him babble. "It's just that I don't know how to talk to people anymore. You smell so warm and comforting that it's a lot easier with you but even Steve...his scent throws me off. So does Stark's. It's not right and it's Omega but it just winds me up and irritates me, it doesn't soothe me. I don't have any Omegas to talk to. There's Wanda but she can do the thing in your head. I don't think she'd mean to but I don't want to risk her seeing something she doesn't want to see."

"Sure. There's a market that delivers, too. It's not far, I don't think. I haven't ever ordered from there, but you're welcome to order what you want." Natasha chuckled, amused at the thought of Big Bad Bucky Barnes in her kitchen, whistling through his teeth as he bustled around making a five course meal. "I love breakfast, if that helps. I could eat breakfast food for each meal of the day."

Well, when she did eat. She'd never really had much of a life schedule, as they called it now. A handful of crackers here, a box of Thai takeout there; she managed.

Listening further, Natasha arched an eyebrow in mild amusement. "You're babbling now," she pointed out. "But that's all right. You have a nice voice, and I never mind listening, as I mentioned." God knew she'd been the sounding board for both Steve Rogers and Tony Stark, previously.

"Mmm, well, I'll make you a breakfast for the ages," Bucky promises. When Natasha says he's babbling, he laughs and it rumbles through his chest. He doesn't think he's talked enough to qualify as babbling since he got out of HYDRA control and he likes the idea of it.

"Used to be an extrovert," he says by way of apology. "Would you mind if I got my mouth on you? I want to smell you some more."

He needs the scent to be truly grounded and calm and Natasha's is utterly delicious.

She glinted lightly. "I'm gonna hold you to that, Barnes." It was a promise. When he asked for her scent, Natasha arched her back and stretched a bit, feeling her abused muscles protest. But that was all right. Cardio was the best exercise, really.

"I don't mind," she gave permission. Shifting to her back, she fanned her hair out over the pillows, coaxing Bucky to her with a small, gentle hand on his left shoulder. "Smell me all you want."

Bucky's glad she's all right with it and when Natasha situates herself so he can scent her, he covers her with his body and inhales along her neck and shoulder to get a noseful of her. It's calming, her scent, and he kisses along her soft skin to make it come out a little more for him. She has beautiful skin, pale and begging to be marked.

"You said no teeth but if I could...I would mark you up," he admits in a low, ragged voice.

He licks along the curve of her breast instead and slides his left hand up to trail along her arm and pin it above her head. He doesn't want her getting away from him.

It was...nice, she decided, being coddled a little. Barnes' weight wasn't too much, and his body, as scarred as it was, was very aesthetically pleasant. Thick, ridged, and hard, firm in all the right places. Any woman would love being beneath it. Provided she could handle the mountain of emotional baggage and PTSD that came with it.

The rumble about teeth and marks piqued her strange humor and Natasha huffed a small chuckle, offering no protest when Bucky pushed her arm over her head, bending his own to her breasts. His mouth was warm, smooth, and soft, nicely enticing.

"...not right now," she told him, back arching of its own accord. "I'd rather not look as if I came out second best in a fight with a badger, Barnes."

"Hey, I said mark, not gnaw. There's a big difference between the two of them, okay?"

Still, it elicits a laugh from him and it's a genuine laugh. It's been such a long time since he's been able to laugh like this that he welcomes it and he's glad that he feels safe enough with Natasha to be able to do it. He nuzzles at her breast though and when he kisses her skin, there's not even the barest scrape of teeth.

"I want you to smell like me," he murmurs. "I want everyone to know that you're mine."

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