[ Steve nearly chokes him on his cock, it's so big and hard and eager, thrusting into him, and he craves it that way, he craves the feeling of being used for his lover's pleasure, swallowing helplessly around that huge organ as it forces open his throat. He groans, a sound more felt than heard, muffled by the mouthful of thick cock and meant to be felt in his shaft all the way down to the root, his lips split wide and his hair caught in Steve's fingers and his eyes on his face as he fucks his mouth. He sucks avidly, tasting the thick fluid that dissolves on his tongue, streaks of precome and saliva trailing from the corners of his abused mouth, it's filthy and messy and Bucky loves it this way: loves knowing that he's pleasuring Steve, loves the words that Steve murmurs to him, his own erection jerking with intense need, and he grips himself tightly at the base of his cock to stop himself from coming right then in his pants, massaging in a slow, punishing rhythm.
Steve loves him. Steve loves him and it's such a dizzying, overwhelming feeling to be loved by a man like this, to know the words are meant truly regardless of what he does or doesn't deserve. Bucky closes his eyes and moans encouragement: wanting Steve to come in his mouth, wanting him to spurt and spurt down his throat, make him drink his seed until full. ]
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Steve loves him. Steve loves him and it's such a dizzying, overwhelming feeling to be loved by a man like this, to know the words are meant truly regardless of what he does or doesn't deserve. Bucky closes his eyes and moans encouragement: wanting Steve to come in his mouth, wanting him to spurt and spurt down his throat, make him drink his seed until full. ]