This is what happens when @iguess-theyre-mymess and I talk when I should have gone to bed instead. She posted hers, and here I am with mine.

You enjoyed the compound when it was this quiet. Most of the Avengers were off on a mission, and you had no idea where Wanda and Nat had gone off to. There was only you and Bucky, earning some time off after a long and gruelling undercover mission.

Having spent the previous evening indulging in several movies, all the junk food you could get your hands on, and a long night of cuddling, Bucky spent the late morning in the gym. When afternoon came around, and he still hadn't come back, you felt a little bit guilty for not being as good, so you put on a pair of short shorts and a tank top and trudged over to the gym.

Even before you opened the door, you heard Bucky's grunts, and almost regretted your decision. But you swallowed down the arousal, and moved inside. He was currently lifting weights, and the sight of it nearly had your groaning. The muscles in his right arm screamed under the weight and the whirring of the bionic arm was so erotic paired with his grunts.

"Without a spotter, Buck?"

He nearly dropped the bar, but the metal arm saved it at the last second. "Shit, doll, you sca-" He set the bar onto the support beams, and leaned up on his elbows to get a look at you. "Damn! What are you wearing?"

"This old thing?" You put your hands on your hips and spun around. "Just wanted to get some exercising done. This outfits makes moving really easy." Truth be told, your subconscious might have chosen this just because you knew Bucky loved you in those shorts.

Yeah, you could already see the bulge in his pant, his eyes dark as they roamed over you. "Come here." His voice was gruff.

You sauntered over, setting your feet on each side of his hips, looking down at him.

"Kiss me."

You raised an eyebrow, but caught on when he grabbed the bar and pulled himself up, pouting in your direction. You giggled, and leaned down, resting your hands next to his and planted a chaste kiss on his lips. He tasted a bit salty, and you pulled quickly away before you deepened it. You needed to get some training done.

"No," Bucky whined. "Come back."

"What about your training?" you asked, glancing down to the tent he was sporting.

He dropped down to the floor, his hands hanging loosely on the bar. "I haven't had a proper taste of you for weeks thanks to that stupid mission. Indulge me, doll."

You looked down at him, the puppy dog look in his eyes, the glorious hard on he was sporting, and had an idea. Taking several steps back, Bucky's face fell and he whined again. "FRIDAY, lock the doors." There was an ominous clicking sound, and then you put your thumbs behind the waistband of your shorts. You held Bucky's gaze as you started pulling. Bending slowly down, letting him see your cleavage, the shorts pooling at your feet. When you stood up, it was evident you had no underwear on.

"Doll?"

"Here's a compromise," you explained. You moved towards him and motioned for him to raise his hips. You pulled his pants down all the way, then his boxers, letting his dick spring free. The tip was slick with pre-cum, and you licked your lips at the sight. "You use the bar to do pull ups, and I ride you."

He twitched at the idea, and took a harder hold on the bar. "Climb on then."

Without any more fuzz, you stepped over him and lowered yourself. One of your hands reached underneath you to aim, and then you sank onto that warm delicious dick, both of you gasping at the contact. "Come on, pull up."

Bucky pulled slowly, his hips lifting slightly off the floor, effectively pushing himself as deep into you as it was possible. "Fuuuck."

Up and down he went, lifting you with his hips each time, and while there wasn't much friction, it was so damn good you could do it all day and not even care if you never came.

But after weeks of not indulging in each other, he needed to come, and the faster Bucky pulled, the more you bounced on his dick. Increasing the friction and sending sparks from your clit every time he slammed into you.

The sound your bodies made, the whirring of the metal arm, his grunts. "Fuck, Buck. I'm so… close," you panted, putting your hands on the bar next to his to keep yourself from falling.

Bucky centred his metal arm on the bar, and moved his flesh hand to your clit. If it was to show off his strength, or because he needed you to come, you had no idea, and you didn't care. Because the sound of the metal arm working extra hard had you feeling faint, and his flicking your button sent you immediately over the edge. Screaming out his name, holding the bar so tight it creaked under your strength, and you quivered as Bucky kept pounding into you.

The feeling of your orgasm had him following right behind, and a few final thrusts, and Bucky stilled on an upwards pull, groaning from deep in his stomach, his flesh hand moving to the bar again. After the weeks long dry spell, he came hard, causing your sensitive sex to send aftershocks through your body, prolonging both your climaxes.

But even The Winter Soldier had reached his tether now, and he let his body fall down to the floor, causing you to tumble after him, and pushing him so deep inside you again when you landed.

You gasped, and automatically lifted yourself off slightly, being too sensitive.

"Sorry, doll," he apologised, grabbing your hips to steady you.

"You're going to be the death of me, you are."

With a deep chuckle, he lifted you off of him, and set you down again. "I liked your compromise. But how about we do this in bed for the rest of the day?"

"I like that idea," you said. "But I just need to rest a little bit first." You leaned down and slid your upper body under the bar, kissing him hard, then resting your head on his shoulder. The motion of his breaths calming your racing heart.