Natasha didn't have any judgments about sloppy table manners; they were on the couch in her living room, after all, not at her small table in the kitchen. And given how many calories he'd probably burnt up since supper last night, she was mildly surprised he wasn't ravening right now, just inhaling food without even tasting it.
She was, nevertheless, woman enough that hearing what Bucky wanted to do to her made her shiver with anticipation, and suggestively loosen the sash on her robe, pull it halfway open, then recline on the couch in a languid pose, expression almost lazy.
Bucky smiles a little and puts his plate on the coffee table before kneeling down between Natasha's legs, taking his time to run his hands up and down her thighs before leaning in to press his tongue against her and give her a slow lick. He can taste her now, that concentrated scent, and it's all he can do to start this off slow and steady.
He rubs his thumbs along the sensitive skin of her inner thighs and when he's in rut, the Alpha part of him doesn't care about his left arm or how it feels when he touches her, only that he's touching her and she's melting for him.
She obligingly widened her knees, slinging one bare leg atop the back of the couch, and letting the other dangle off the edge, her toes just trailing on the plush carpet. Seeing Barnes' dark head delve between her legs was erotic all in itself, and Natasha couldn't help a swift breath and the arch of her back at the first touch of his hands and mouth. Even the cool metal didn't deter from it.
Arms lying above her head, Natasha watched him with increasingly deeper breaths, and huskily inquired after a few long minutes, "...do I smell good, malyshka?"
"Like the best chocolate there is," Bucky says, lifting his head to look at her softly before going back between her legs, tongue working her slow before he adds his fingers to it, sliding two in so she has something to clamp down on when he comes.
It isn't as good as knotting her, no, but it's good and he wants to do it to take care of Natasha.
Natasha chuckled, the sound husky in the living room. But she hissed a breath at the addition of fingers, muscles involuntarily spasming around the thick digits as they slid inside. Teeth worried her lower lip, breath hissed between them, and her hips rose and fell in time with the sinful rhythm as her body quickly began to heat.
An Alpha's attention was heady, quite the aphrodisiac, she was discovering, and Natasha tried not to squirm right off of the couch, but her thighs trembled with the effort of remaining open, when she really wanted to wrap her legs around Bucky's neck, and not with antagonistic intent this time.
All of his Alpha senses are tuned in to the little noises that Natasha is making and Bucky knows this is going to end in him knotting her even if he wants to get her off first. He can get her off this way and then have her come again on his knot and maybe he'll feel better for a little while, a little more calm.
He grips her thigh tighter with his left hand and lifts his head long enough to say, "I'm gonna have you on my knot once you come," before working her hard with his fingers and sucking at her clit.
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She was, nevertheless, woman enough that hearing what Bucky wanted to do to her made her shiver with anticipation, and suggestively loosen the sash on her robe, pull it halfway open, then recline on the couch in a languid pose, expression almost lazy.
"...why not now?"
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He rubs his thumbs along the sensitive skin of her inner thighs and when he's in rut, the Alpha part of him doesn't care about his left arm or how it feels when he touches her, only that he's touching her and she's melting for him.
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Arms lying above her head, Natasha watched him with increasingly deeper breaths, and huskily inquired after a few long minutes, "...do I smell good, malyshka?"
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It isn't as good as knotting her, no, but it's good and he wants to do it to take care of Natasha.
"Wanna feel you come for me."
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An Alpha's attention was heady, quite the aphrodisiac, she was discovering, and Natasha tried not to squirm right off of the couch, but her thighs trembled with the effort of remaining open, when she really wanted to wrap her legs around Bucky's neck, and not with antagonistic intent this time.
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He grips her thigh tighter with his left hand and lifts his head long enough to say, "I'm gonna have you on my knot once you come," before working her hard with his fingers and sucking at her clit.