Joaquin moans, louder than he's been so far, and his head drops back for a moment as he gasps in a breath before, pleasure shooting up his spine as Bucky grinds their hips together.

The scars peeking out from around the vibranium arm are gnarly, but other than them, there's not a mark on Bucky's skin, unlike Joaquin's own. Healed burns mottle his shoulder and there's a decent surgical scar in the center of his torso. He doesn't focus on any of that, can't with the way Bucky is touching him and grinding against him, his erection pressed painfully against the zipper of his jeans.

Sprawling back out on the pillows, Joaquin smiles at Bucky, one leg curling around his hips to encourage him forward. God, the things he'd let this man do to him. "Dios mio, the things I would let you do to me, Bucky."

Joaquin lets him look, watches Bucky watching him and he’s once again blown away by the fact that the man picked him, that’s Bucky Barnes is looking at him like that. It makes a man feel beautiful.

And Joaquin knows what he looks like, puts effort into maintaining the physique he worked hard for but the way Bucky looks at him feels different.

The kisses to his neck are definitely okay and he tilts his head to the side, giving Bucky more room. His eyes flutter and roll and he presses up against the slow, deliberate grind. “Fuck, anything. Everything. Take me apart, make me yours.”

Both of Joaquin’s hands find Bucky’s face, holding gently to pull him into a deep kiss because holy shit he’s allowed to do that so he’s going to as much as he can.

“You can have me. I’m all yours.” For as long as he’ll have him. “You’re wearing far too many clothes.” He is also wearing too many clothes even if it’s just jeans and his underwear.

Joaquin would be happy to just spend the next few hours kissing Bucky but then his hand is pressing over his hard-on trapped behind his zipper and the idea of not taking his pants off seems like the worst thing in the world.

Asking is good. Asking is great. Joaquin is all about enthusiastic consent in the bedroom and he enjoys that Bucky is asking for what he wants, feels safe enough here to do it.

“Yeah, absolutely.” He could help but he’d probably just get in the way, so instead he just rests his hands on Bucky’s sides, fingers trailing over hot, soft skin.

The freedom of his jeans being opened is both a relief and a curse, the loss of pressure both a good thing and a bad thing and Joaquin can’t stop the noise that escapes him.

And then Buck is looking at him with a hint of nervousness and his smile softens. “You did. As far as you wanna go, at whatever speed you need.” Meaning, if all he wants to do is get into their underwear and make out and touch each other, then that is perfectly okay. And if he wants to plot Joaquin into the mattress? That’s great too. Or vice versa, though the latter would be a far slower affair so as to ensure Bucky never gets overwhelmed in a bad way.

Joaquin nods, face serious for just a moment before he lets himself fall back into the heat of the moment.

He kisses back, one hand returning to Bucky’s hair, just holding gently and the other gripping his shoulder. He lifts his hips, the illusion of being helpful when really he’s chasing the touch against his erection, craving more but not wanting to push.

Joaquin has been where Bucky is, the guy sleeping with another man for the first time, having some idea of what to do because he’d had sex before but not being familiar with a male body that wasn’t his own. He’s also been the first for others and he’s never held it against any of them for not knowing what to do straight away. He’s not about to hold it against Bucky either.

Besides, there’s literally nothing he’s doing wrong, aside from still wearing his own pants but Joaquin is hopeful that will change at some point, when Bucky is ready.

So instead of focusing on any of that, he just lets himself enjoy Bucky’s touch, the way he grabs at Joaquin’s ass earning a soft laugh through his nose before it becomes a choked off sound and a tighter grip in Bucky’s hair as he palms him through his underwear. Before he can say something stupid, he tugs Bucky back down so that he can press a kiss to the corner of his mouth, moving to pepper them over his jaw and down his throat.

Bucky is definitely doing things right and Joaquin is content to just let him get a feel - literally - for what he's doing while they trade kisses for a good few minutes. There's a line, he knows, between encouraging and pushing and finding it isn't always easy because it's different for everyone.

And Bucky is different because this isn't just some casual hook up. Even if they just remain friends after this, Bucky is still important to Joaquin and he doesn't wanna mess things up or risk making Bucky feel like he had to choose things he didn't want to because of pressure.

But he's also not sure if Bucky really knows how to progress things, either. So with another kiss, Joaquin brings both hands back to Bucky's face so he can meet his eyes. "Tell me what you need." Does he need Joaquin to take some more control?

Joaquin kisses him again, smiling against his lips, thumbs stroking over his cheekbones. Shaking his head at the apology, Joaquin slides his hands over Bucky's neck and shoulders, over his arms.

"I'm happy to guide but I need you to tell me if you don't want something. No agreeing just because you think you should, okay?" He needs to know that Bucky will stop him if he doesn't want to do something before he can take control. "There are no expectations here. No goal to reach beyond us feeling good, yeah?"

There's no reason to be embarrassed and if Joaquin knew that Bucky was, he would tell him as much. It's just about learning what you like, what your partner likes. The only thing that's really different is that there are two dicks involved.

"Good." Sliding his hands down from Bucky's arms to his hips, Joaquin toys with the button of the other man's pants. "Can I take these off?"

As soon as he has permission, Joaquin immediately tries to pop the button over before he's stopped by Bucky's hand and there's something in his tone that demands his attention.

He's able to piece together what those words mean in reference to his past and he nods once. "There's no pressure here." He kisses him again and then pops the button of Bucky's jeans and pushes them down. It doesn't take long until they're both in their underwear and then Joaquin guides Bucky to lay back against the pillows where he was a moment before. His movements are deliberate as he straddles Bucky's thighs.

"Is this okay?"

Perhaps if he was anyone else, Joaquin wouldn't have taken this leap but if he really doesn't want someone in his lap, Bucky would have no problem removing him. And he trusts Bucky to tell him if it's too much.

Bucky isn't the only one exploring the body before him. Joaquin is in awe as he looks down at the man beneath him, taking in how absolutely stunning he is. Leaning forward so that he can kiss the man, Joaquin also rolls his hips against Bucky's in a slow grind, moaning softly against the man's lips.

Joaquin can definitely feel the difference in Bucky's touch and knows he's making a conscious effort not to drip too tightly with his left hand. That realisation also makes him consider how careful Bucky is being in general, aware of his own strength and how breakable Joaquin is. It doesn't stop him from reaching down to press his hand over Bucky's left, encouraging him to grip just a little bit tighter.

The shift of his grip, the moan, the words, they all coax Joaquin on and he continues to grind against him; slow, minute rolls of his hips as he deepens the kiss, his own grip on Bucky's hand still encouraging him to hold on a little tighter.

"¡Mierda! Se siente tan bien."