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“How is it Christmas Eve already?” Bucky asked, walking back through to their quarters from the nursery, where he’d just managed to get not just one but both twins off to sleep in record time. He supposed it shouldn’t be too much of a surprise, they had been busy all day after all, with Christmas appearances, cute outfit changes and enjoying the city lights of Bucharest which were absolutely beautiful at this time of year.

“I don’t know. Time flies when you’re having fun?” Steve offered, coming out of the en suite and giving him a smile. “I mean, it’s been a bit of a hectic year, hasn’t it?”

“It has. I couldn’t have done it without you, Steve,” he said honestly, feeling that lovely warm gratitude and affection he always felt when looking at his husband wash through him, warming him right to his bones.

Steve chuckled a little. “Well, no – you might have struggled to make one baby on your own, let alone two.”

Bucky rolled his eyes at his husband. “Very funny. You know exactly what I mean. You push me, you support me and at the moment you’re doing a lot more for the twins than I do – a lot of Alphas wouldn’t do that.”

“Well, a lot of Alpha’s don’t know what they’re missing out on yet. Besides, whilst I’m here wrangling them with the help of Clint, you’re out there looking after them in a different way. With any luck, they’re going to have a very different Romania to grow up in than the one you had, and besides that, you’re making changes everywhere, just by example! This is huge, and you’re absolutely killing it,” Steve informed him, coming forward and kissing him, the minty freshness lingering on his breath from the fact he’d clearly just cleaned his teeth, leaving a slight tingling sensation on Bucky’s lips.

“I’m trying,” he said softly, almost tempted to chase Steve’s lips though he knew he probably tasted gross by comparison.

“You’re managing. I promise you’re managing,” he replied, leaning down again and stopping Bucky from worrying. “I take it they’re completely out?”

“Like lights. We might get a whole… what, three hours alone together before they wake?” Bucky asked, making a joke out of it though it was very likely what would happen.

“What do you say if I say I think we should do our best to make the most of it?” Steve asked, glancing at him with a cheeky grin and Bucky felt his blood rush in two directions – straight to his cheeks, still slightly embarrassed of his easy reaction when his husband propositioned him so blatantly, but also down to his dick.

“I think I’d be okay with that,” he replied, before showing that he would, leaning up and kissing Steve hard. Steve smiled into it and Bucky could feel it against his lips as he pressed forwards, backing Steve over towards their bed, which he fell back onto willingly if not gracefully.

Taking the hint, Bucky climbed on top, crouching over him and grinning at the fact that Steve was only in his pajama bottoms right now. He moved back, sitting on his haunches, ass hovering above Steve’s crotch as he did, pulling his shirtoff over his head and throwing it. He knew that these days his body had more stretch marks than not, but he also knew that Steve didn’t care one bit and for another they’d come because he’d been able to carry their children. If anything, he was proud of them.

Steve was looking up at him like all of his Christmases had come at once and Bucky could only laugh and lean down, kissing him sweetly and deepening it quickly, knowing by now exactly what Steve liked as he nibbled his lips and then pushed his tongue into his mouth. Steve made a soft noise just as Bucky had thought he would, pushing his hands up and over his lower back, scratching slightly with his relatively blunt nails, though the feeling of it made Bucky purr out anyway, enjoying the sensation.

“Mind if I stay up here for this one?” he asked, moving his mouth down, nibbling and kissing at Steve’s jaw with it’s 5 o’clock shadow, and then moving down even more, letting his hands wander as he did, enjoying his husband’s washboard abs.

“Have I ever?” he asked, voice low and breathy, which made Bucky chuckle.

“Nope, but I thought it was always best to check,” he replied with a grin on his lips, before going back to what he was doing.

The thing was, it didn’t matter how often they did this or how many times they had, it always felt like fireworks, like more than just sex – not that Bucky had actually had any before Steve, of course. By now they knew each other’s’ buttons and what to do, and that was what mattered. Nothing could compare.

Steve’s hands were wandering more now, teasing at the waistband of his pants and underwear and Bucky moved enough to let him push them down over his ass before moving in such a way that it was possible for him to get them off.

“Ugh, Buck, you’re killing me,” Steve murmured watching him and Bucky couldn’t help but laugh – and really, he was glad that he was in the sort of relationship where they had their humour, and they could laugh during this. There was something deeply intimate about being so comfortable with someone, and Bucky knew that he was lucky to have that.

“Hopefully not literally, that would really put a dampener on the mood – and right on Christmas, too,” he replied, and Steve laughed, before gasping out as Bucky licked across his mating bite before lavishing more attention there. He knew he was getting slick, he could feel the tingling that always came before it, and these days he didn’t mind one bit. It was normal, it was natural and really, if nothing else it was a huge compliment to his husband that he could get Bucky into this state so easily. Of course, the fact that he could feel Steve’s obviously hard cock throbbing in his underwear beneath him really helped with Bucky not being even slightly self-conscious – he loved that even two kids later his husband wanted him.

“It would, wouldn’t it, but you know what won’t?” he asked, not waiting for an answer before pushing them both up with his hips, causing Bucky to moan, before slipping his underwear back off. “Better.”

“Oh definitely,” Bucky agreed, grinning as they came back down to the mattress and he felt Steve’s hands go to his ass. As he often did, he started off by massaging
the cheeks, which made Bucky gasp out and grind down, pushing his dick against Steve’s own and rutting against him. The friction made them both moan, that gorgeous feeling of pleasure bubbling low in the pit of Bucky’s stomach as he did. He wanted more, always wanted more, but he could wait. He knew that this would absolutely be worth it.

Gradually, Steve’s fingertips teased their way closer to the centre, to his cleft, before one exploratory middle finger ran the entire length of it and Steve shivered below him, letting him push down and pleasure himself to the front, but enjoy the touch to his most sensitive area to the back. “Mmm, baby. Always so wet when we do this,” he murmured and Bucky grinned because he loved it when his husband told him how much he enjoyed this.

“It’s all for you, always for you,” he replied, letting out a high, keening noise and enjoying the way that Steve’s eyes moved over him, watching his reactions.

“I know it is, and you know I’m all yours,” he replied, pushing the finger just a little harder, pushing against that little whorl of muscle and teasing in a way that made Bucky gasp and push backwards now, wanting more. “It’s just whether I tease you, or whether I give you what you want, huh? What do you think I should do?”

“Give me what I want,” Bucky replied, opening his eyes and looking down at the playful, sinful smirk that was spread across Steve’s lips.

“I thought you might say that,” he said, tapping that finger, a slightly surprising movement that made an obscene noise due to the slick, but also one that made Bucky whine needily. “What are you gonna do to convince me?”

“Well, I could always point out that maybe if we go now, we might get another round in?” Bucky suggested, letting his lips part in a way that he knew always drove Steve to distraction – and apparently this time was no different.

“Oh Buck, sometimes you do have the best ideas,” he replied, voice low and those blue eyes gorgeously dark and seductive as he breached Bucky’s most private place with that finger. Bucky moaned out, keeping those lips parted and making damn sure he kept eye contact the entire time.

Thankfully, Steve knew what he was doing – and perhaps even more thankfully the way that he liked to play with Bucky, to turn him into a needy mess did wonders for Bucky’s libido as well. First he toyed with his rim, teasing it with that finger as he alternated between turning small fingers in and around it and pushing the digit in more wholly, making Bucky moan as he moved past his prostate but didn’t quite touch it. He played with angle and rhythm, leaving Bucky not knowing what he should expect, but knowing beyond all else that he absolutely wanted it.

It was a relief when he added the second finger, curling them as he pushed in, just scraping out to make Bucky cry out, no longer worried in the way he would have once been about making noise. Steve grinned at him. “You having fun there, Buck?” he asked.

“You know I am,” he breathed out. “Oh yeah, Steve, more?”

“Just for you,” Steve agreed, adding a third finger and pushing it against his prostate fully now, using his other hand to reach and wrap around Bucky’s cock. Bucky practically cried out, not knowing which sensation to pay attention to first, very much enjoying the dual sensations and letting his husband spoil him in the way that Steve always did. “Oh baby, that’s gorgeous. I could watch you do this all day.”

“Mmm,” Bucky managed, biting down on his lower lip and grinding back against Steve’s hand. “Can’t wait for it to be your cock.”

Steve laughed a bit, pulling his fingers out and making Bucky whine at the sad loss. “How about we make that a reality for you, hmm?” he asked and Bucky found himself nodding, reaching around and taking Steve’s cock in hand, feeling that ridge at the base that showed just how aroused he was by Bucky’s Omega scent.

Lining it up between his cheeks, he gradually began to lower himself onto it, watching Steve’s face as it did. There was something so lewd, so intimate about the way Steve was watching him do this that it made Bucky’s cheeks flush, but certainly not enough to stop.

“Oh baby, that’s beautiful,” he murmured, looking completely lost in it as Bucky lowered himself right back, burying Steve’s cock right to the hilt. “I love how you take me.”

“I love the way you feel inside of me,” Bucky replied, the words coming out far breathier than he’d planned. He moved then, bracing his hands either side of Steve and rocked experimentally, finding his own balance. For his part, Steve put his hands on his hips, the warmth spreading on his skin in a pleasurable way, assisting him with the small rocking movements he started with.

He started off slow, teasing the both of them, using his thighs to keep himself up, Steve allowing one of his hands to slide around and move up and down, before wrapping around his cock again, moving up and down it in time with Bucky’s own movements.

“Oh, Steve, not gonna last if you do that,” he murmured, breath coming out in short pants between his words.

“That’s okay baby, you’re so pretty when you come, and you did mention a possible repeat performance later,” Steve all but purred and Bucky gasped out at that nodding.

“Yeah, I remember that,” he managed, before losing himself to his own rhythm and chasing his own pleasure as he rode his husband’s cock.

It wasn’t long before he knew it was going to get too much too quickly, and wondered whether he had made some kind of mistake in asking to be on top this time, before the pleasure overtook him and he knew he absolutely had not. “Steve, Steve…” he managed, panting out his husband’s name like it was some kind of mantra, losing his own timings, though Steve clearly didn’t care.

“Oh Buck, yeah – just like that,” he gasped out, rocking up into him a little now and chasing his own pleasure, which Bucky absolutely couldn’t mind when he was grazing his prostate in the way that he was.

Before he knew it he’d reached his peak, his ass clenching as Steve pushed up desperately and his cock spurted over his husband’s stomach, leaving watery white marks there, though Steve clearly didn’t care.

“Oh baby just like that, yes, come for me oh Buck, Buck!” he called out before pulling Bucky down once more and coming deep inside of him as Bucky’s own body spasmed again, moving onto Steve’s knot and locking them together.

“Happy Christmas, Steve,” Bucky murmured softly, breaking the tension of the moment and making both of them laugh a little bit.

“Happy Christmas, Buck – we’ve still got it,” he replied, running a hand affectionately up and down Bucky’s thigh.

“Yeah, we’ve definitely still got it,” Bucky agreed with a smile.

*****

Christmas Day was actually busier as a Royal than it had ever been before. Steve had always gone to church – his mother had very much seen to that, and besides, the visit was expected of his father – but now they seemed to stay for a longer service, one that Steve knew was televised. Today though they had attended with the twins in tow, and instead of sitting with his husband at the front, Steve had stayed near the back so that when one of them had inevitably started crying he could go outside without causing issue. In fairness to them, he’d only had to do that twice during the duration.

After that, they did a walk through the park on the return to the Palace, listening to a band playing traditional Christmas songs, and watching the wonder on the twins’ faces. Steve was sure that in years to come they’d complain about all of this overtaking their Christmas mornings, but some level of tradition was unavoidable – and beyond that it was actually important to have it. They had positions to uphold, and Steve knew they’d have to bring them up to that. He’d made his peace with it, especially as Bucky had agreed to make enquiries about putting them on waiting lists for some first schools and then middle and secondary schools beyond that.

Compromise was good, and they were certainly learning to do that.

Once they got back, there was a lull where the family took a sort of brunch. Thor and Becca seemed lost in their own world, and Winifred and his own Mom seemed happy to snack on some fruit but spend most of their time trying to spoon mashed bowls of that same fruit into the two grandchildren who seemed determined to spit most of it back out.

Steve used the time to give his husband a little affection – or rather, a little more seeing as they’d had quite the busy night – and to eat a very large portion of sausage, eggs and bacon before filling himself right up on toast, knowing that their main meal wouldn’t be served until the evening when all duties were done for the day.

Next, they did their charity visits, and then in the middle of the afternoon, Steve sat with his children and watched as his husband sat down in front of a camera in one of the salons, and made his annual address to the Nation. He did the whole thing looking incredibly dignified, and whilst Steve didn’t catch all of it due to it being in Romanian, he could understand the basic themes: unity, change and trying to make their country the best place it could be for everyone.

His heart swelled as he watched on, letting little Elena chew on his finger so long as it kept her quiet, and when Bucky had finished and the cameras were off, he couldn’t help but kiss him.

“Happy Christmas, Buck,” he murmured again.

“Yes, and finally it is Christmas for us now,” he replied and Steve nodded. The late afternoon and evening portion of the day was the part for family – and with both him and Bucky present and their babies happy and healthy in their laps, this was perfect. It was the Christmas of Steve’s childhood dreams and he couldn’t be any happier if he tried.

Image: Steve and Bucky enjoying Christmas with the twins|| Art by: kocuria

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“Would you like me to ask the staff to bring through some nibbles?” His mother asked as they moved through into the family living room that Steve and Bucky generally favoured, Steve taking a moment to put on some Christmas music and begin pouring drinks to everyone’s preferences, acting very much the host that he was. Bucky was glad he’d settled in the Palace now and clearly felt it was his home as much as Bucky’s – though he rather thought that the twins had something to do with that.

“Oh no, I couldn’t eat anything else if I tried,” Becca replied, as always flopping into one of the chairs in the most inelegant way possible.

“Well, you were rather enthusiastic with regards to the roast potatoes,” Thor replied, sitting himself next to her and putting an arm around her shoulders. “Though I rather expect that when Steven offers you a drink, you shan’t turn that down.”

“No, of course not, drinking is a whole different ball game,” she replied, giving Steve a grin over her shoulder and ignoring her mother’s eye roll in the process.

“Rebecca,” his Mom admonished, “you are not the only person in this room. Sarah, Joseph, would you like anything else?”

“No thank you, your Christmas spread was quite lovely,” Steve’s Dad replied, sitting himself down and mirroring Thor’s position wrapping an arm around Sarah’s shoulder. “Thank you again for inviting us here.”

“How could we not when it’s your grandchildren’s first Christmas too?” Bucky asked, taking his glass of champagne from Steve with a smile and thanks, having put the babies he was carrying down on the floor and getting out a couple of their new toys to keep them occupied until they inevitably crashed out for the night. “Besides, you’re always welcome here.”

“Well, we do hope you’ll do a Christmas in New York one day,” Sarah replied and Bucky nodded, knowing he’d still have to do a certain amount such as his address, but it wasn’t impossible. “But it’s certainly beautiful here and I should be more than happy to do this again.”

“We’d love to,” Bucky replied honestly. He’d promised himself that his children would know and fully understand their American heritage as well as the Romanian side – it was important to Steve and it was important to him. They actually planned on getting them dual nationality and passports for both, though he had yet to broach that subject with Darcy to get it moving.

“We would,” Steve agreed, moving around and passing out the glasses. “May I make a toast?”

Bucky nodded, giving him a smile. In theory it should be him, but he’d done enough talking and public address for one day, it felt right that Steve did this instead.

“It’s a simple one. It’s to family. To family, to progress and to moving forward together,” he said and everyone raised their glasses with a cheers. “And a thank you for all your support of us this year. We couldn’t have done it without all of you.”

“We’re family, it’s what we do,” Bucky’s mother answered and Becca agreed with a cheer of her own.

“Actually, on that note, I have a little something that I should probably tell you,” she said and everyone looked around. Bucky noted that his mother’s face was slightly apprehensive, which if he was honest he could understand, though he above anyone thought he knew what this was going to be.

“First, uh…thanks Bucky for giving Thor permission to ask me to marry him,” she said, looking at Bucky as their mother gasped, her hand going to her mouth. “Um, secondly, I should tell you that I said yes.”

Their Mother got up then, advancing on the pair of them, but Becca cleared her throat.

“Might want to wait, Ma, there’s more,” she said, glancing at Thor who nodded encouragingly at her. “He actually proposed when we went on holiday to Italy when Buck
was still pregnant and we kind of thought… why wait? We know this is right, like I’ve always known that nobody was right before him – we love each other and… well… we got married in a tiny little chapel in Italy. We literally had some of the staff from the hotel we were staying at as witnesses and I… appreciate that this might be a shock or a disappointment and I’m sorry to drop this at Christmas but it felt right at the time. I never thought I’d find what Bucky did with Steve even when he didn’t realise it and… well. Idid.”

She paused and even Bucky was surprised, though he couldn’t help but grin. It was such a Becca thing to do and totally on brand for the two of them that it was sort of perfect.

“Go on,” his mother said, taking a large slug of her champagne as Steve made eye contact with Bucky. Just then George started to fuss, clearly sensing an atmosphere, so without thinking about it Bucky scooped him up and started to occupy him, all of these motions and movements having become second nature in a way that he’d never thought that they would.

“Well, we’re both Alpha’s. We know that’s not normal, but with Bucky having had kids now, it’s not like I need to worry about being the heir, so…”

She was cut off then by the soft noise that his mother made instead.

“Well, I can’t say that this isn’t a surprise, but for you it sort of makes sense,” she said carefully, maintaining eye contact with her daughter.

“Um, hopefully? Anyway, we’ll be locating to the townhouse in the grounds here, which Bucky has already offered us more than once to be able to do that – I… hope that’s still okay,” She finished, Thor leaning across and pressing a kiss to her temple, as Bucky himself stood up.

“Come here, Becca, you’re more than welcome to the townhouse, and I fully support this decision,” he told her, meaning absolutely every word of it.

“Thanks Buck... oh come here, but come here carefully, I don’t need to squash my nephew!” she said, standing and giving him a hug, George squawking in his arms and making all of them laugh.

“Ma?” Bucky asked, looking over at her and seeing tears in her eyes.

“Oh it’s nothing, it’s just… I’ve got a lot to be proud of and grateful for, you’ve both had quite a year, especially after the one before it,” She said, that little tinge of sadness coming through that always did when she spoke about Bucky’s father before she managed to compose herself.

She paused and nodded, before swallowing and then speaking. “I’m so proud of you. Of both of you.”

At that point, Bucky pulled her in with them, giving Thor a grin and a nod over his shoulder and watching as Steve went to pick up Elena, who was clearly angry at being left out of proceedings. He knew he was lucky to have a husband as happy as Steve was to get involved, especially given he was an Alpha, but Bucky knew it wasn’t in Steve’s interests not to do that.

Later that night after more drinks had flowed and they’d seen the pictures of Becca’s wedding and she had promised that they could have a wedding party in the spring with a blessing worthy of a Princess, the group gathered, setting Steve’s phone on a shelf with its camera timer on. The resulting photos were all a little messy and each one had someone not looking, or in the very least both of the babies getting gripey because it was way past their bedtime, but when Bucky posted it to their Instagram with “Happy Christmas from our Family to yours”, his heart had never felt warmer.

As he rocked his tiny, Omega daughter and the future Heir of the Romanian throne to sleep, following her brother who Bucky was almost certain was a Beta, he knew
that come what may they had each other’s’ backs and they were doing the right thing.

That was all that mattered.

Turning the lights off in the nursery, Bucky silently padded out and into the arms of his waiting husband, knowing he could do this every damn night and live happily ever after.

And he would. They all would, even when there were challenges. They’d proven that already.