Lust [ləst]

(n.) very strong sexual desire
Synonym: Lechery

Kink: Exhibitionism

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POV Bucky in 2030 at a crowded NYC Dance Club

This place is notorious for bad behavior, and only a select few even know it exists.

Considering that only a small population knew about my existence for a while, it stands to reason that I would know of this place, as hidden as it is, as well. As it turns out, Tony Stark was also one of those persons to be in the know.

Sometimes, all it takes to receive an invite is riches beyond belief, and that's the situation in Tony's case. Of course, in my case, I don't know that I ever really did officially receive an invite to Dionysus, but it doesn't matter. I'm not blacklisted, and Tony's the one using his status to lead us inside right now.

I take Steve's hand in mine, pushing past everyone in our group ahead of us as we enter. Somehow, the inside is darker than the outside, and it glitters like fresh snow everywhere I look. I don't remember it having been so ethereal in here, but that could be for a number of reasons.

Everyone is dressed minimally, the music is sensual and reverberating, what little lights strobe are white and fleeting, fog hangs in the air that smells sweet and hides those that are too far beyond two arm's length, and perhaps the most notable is that people are dancing on top of each other.

No, they're not dancing- well, some of them are. Most of them are fucking out in the open. Roughly against a wall, slowly in a booth, heatedly on the dance floor, or quickly against the bar. They were everywhere, unmissable, unmistakable.

I feel Steve clench his fingers tighter around my hand, likely never having seen something like this before. I squeeze back to let him know that I have him, that I'm there and I'm not letting him out of my sight. It wasn't until he looked at me that I realized the squeeze wasn't for fear but for arousal.

The other members of the posse we arrived with had already dispersed. I look around briefly to see that Tony and Pepper are kissing slowly as she sits on a barstool, and Natalia and Bruce are dancing sensually on the dance floor amidst the chaos; I can't find where Thor and Jane ran off to, and I'm certain Wanda and Sam and the others are somewhere in the vicinity.

I meet his eyes once again, even as we're nearly shrouded entirely in shadow, and decide I'll lead him onto the dance floor.

When we come to a halt, his eyes flicker to my lips and back up to meet my gaze. I feel my mood perk up as his arms rest on my shoulders, his hands tangling into my hair. I lean forward to kiss him, and he meets me halfway, our tongues dancing the only dance we've ever known.

I feel it when he lets the ambiance take over, as it's evident by the sway of his hips and the hold he has over my body. The front of him is grinding on me, up against the front of my jeans. I grumble, too low for him to hear but I hope he at least feels my frustration humming into his mouth.

He pulls back and looks at me suspiciously like there's a plan on his mind that has yet to be fully developed. I flick my chin at him, hoping for clarification, but he shakes his head and dismisses the notion.

His gaze meanders behind me, to his left and right. I squeeze his sides hoping to regain his attention when I notice the look on his face is hopelessly forlorn.

"What's wrong?" I shout over the music.

He motions for me to look behind me to the right. I see a couple fucking against the wall, another right next to them. When I glance back at Steve, he moves my gaze to the dance floor where even more people are fucking in various positions.

Arousal floods my body, and I notice, as I grow hard, that Steve's been pressing heatedly into me for quite some time now. I scrunch my eyebrows at him, asking if he prefers watching or if he wants to actually join. The smile on his red, blushing face tells me everything I need to know.

I wonder where the best place would be to indulge in this fantasy and realize that some twisted, possessive part of me I want people to watch, I want them to see me unmake him slow and rough. They should know he's mine, that I'm the only one who can get him off.

It's then that I spot an empty pillar in the middle of the dance floor and realize I won't be satisfied until I pick him up and drive his back into it while it crumbles. Taking his hand, I drag him over, navigating through the crowd of people dancing and kissing and fucking until I can finally push him up against the thin thing.

His eyes droop shut as I kiss him and shove my hands up his shirt, playing with his nipples and wishing it was my tongue instead of my fingertips.

His mouth vibrates with a moan I can't hear as well as I'd like over the music, but I let the notion fuel me all the same. My fingertips swipe past his waist beneath his underwear, and I feel his grip on my back tighten, pulling me closer to him.

My hair is pulled, his fingers entangling up there as a means to an end... that end being expediting this process. I get the message and quickly unbutton and unzip his jeans. A part of me wishes I could worship his naked body right now, but the rest of me flourishes in the idea of this being so rushed that we remain fully clothed.

It feels like slow motion when I free his arousal from its fabric prison, slowly stroking him up and down between our sweaty bodies. His head falls back, and I moan to myself watching the sex-high expression form on his face.

My lips meet his throat, and I kiss him softly, letting my tongue graze the sensitive skin every once in a while alongside my teeth as I occasionally bite down. He squirms beneath me, and I savor it.

I bring my lips to his ear. "You want it?" I ask, waiting a moment, huffing out a breath in frustration. "You want it here where everyone can watch me fuck you?"

He nods his head without hesitation, his lips on my ear now. "Let's give them a show."

I bite my lip to stave away the groan that's creeping its way out at that visual. I turn him around, his beautiful face likely scraping on the concrete pillar as I pull his jeans down to his knees.

A few sensual glances and erotic stares from strangers around us make the urgency of this even more pressing. I undo my pants and shove into him, watching as his hands crack the pillar slightly beneath his strong fingers.

My hands rest on his hips, and I bring my lips over to his neck again, kissing him as I fuck him hard. I watch his hand meet his own dick and start furiously jerking up and down in tandem with my movements.

He leans his head back and kisses me languidly, making my motions halt for a second. I wanted this to last, but I could tell it wouldn't. "I'm close, Steve," I murmur into his ear.

"Faster," he demands, pushing back into me so hard that I feel myself release into him. Despite that, I oblige his wish and keep thrusting into him slowly. I wish I could move even more rapidly, but I'm too sensitive.

"Steve, I-"

"Pull out," he says next, surprising me.

I do, and he spins around with his jeans back up at his waist, suddenly grabbing my face and pushing my back into the wall. The movement shocks me, and his still-hard dick presses into me again and sends my brain into a tizzy of want all over again.

My tongue delves into his mouth only for a moment before he takes my hand and starts dragging me somewhere else, our mouths disconnecting without any other choice.

When we enter the bathroom, the music falls away. I follow his gaze to two men fucking against a sink and then to a woman sucking a guy off against the wall. Steve pushes me into a stall and kisses me anew, wrapping his hand around my still-sensitive dick and pumping once, twice.

"Bucky..." his voice is different, and it's not from yelling over the music. I pull back to look at him, to see if it is what I think it is.

His eyes are glazed over and need is dripping from his face like venom. I nod. "Whatever you want, baby," I kiss him and then turn around, pulling my jeans down to my knees.

"Fuck," he mumbles, dragging his dick across my back and ass, making me shudder. We don't do this often because he prefers when I top, but when I see that look in his eyes I know there's nothing I can do or say to stop him from wanting to fuck me.

Right now I'm just thankful he wants to do it in a stall where no one can see me enjoying it.

I strain as I feel him push into me, my brain resisting the urge to tighten up where my body feels threatened. I know it'll heal quickly, and it'll only hurt for a moment.

He bites my earlobe, meandering down to kiss my neck like he knows damn well drives me wild. Another thrust into me makes my dick perk back up, and another even deeper forces me to remember how fucking good it feels.

I moan, and he covers my hand in his, his remaining hand grabbing my hip for leverage as he fucks me faster and harder. I begin to stop caring what I look like, and that's when strings of curses fall from my lips, that's when I scream his name because I don't care who hears.

He chants my name like a hymn. "Bucky... ugh, Bucky, I'm coming, oh god," I hear as my insides are filled with warmth. The sensation alone makes me shake with pleasure, but he pulls out and spins me around.

I can feel the thickness in the air between us, the tension hanging like a low fog. I look between us to find his dick hard again, yet another bonus of being enhanced as we are.

I push him against the other wall of the stall and take our dicks in hand, rubbing them against one another. He helps, taking the other side, and I look into his eyes as he falls deeper and deeper down this hole with me.

It feels good, but I want to be in him, I want him in me. I feel like an animal because I want both at once, and I want him to feel the same way. I want to suck him dry, drink his ejaculate, and have my way with him over and over.

I finish again with a grunt, the seed coating our hands and making him whimper with pleasure at how much easier it is now that the motion is lubricated.

"Bucky, fuck," he moans, his hips thrusting into me as he leaks white ribbons between us.

We look at each other for a moment, and all I can do is smirk as I grab some toilet paper to clean us up. The smile comes naturally because, to be frank, we've only just started.