[ Oh. Oh, he can hear it now, the glimpse of the old Bucky, the beloved Brooklyn accent that bleeds into his words and suddenly they're back to where they were before, when he's fucked raw and open by his lover, his powerfully built, handsome soulmate. He can't deny that the most carnal part of him yearns to be used like a toy, to be anything that Bucky needs him to be.

He groans and bucks back against him, tipping his head up in submission, obeying even as he smiles, leaning into his touch and his kisses. He's far from a passive participant in this, and he openly encourages Bucky by rocking back against his body, delighting in the way he fits against him. And there, there -- Bucky's so close to suffocating him and Steve adores it, leaking into the sheets and making a mess of himself, impossibly turned on and hooked on the addiction that is Bucky Barnes.

He tightens suddenly, his hole clamping down hard on Bucky's cock, loving the way he's fucked. ] Your whore, Buck. I'd be a whore for you. Come inside me. C'mon, I know you wanna do it. Empty your balls inside me.