[ It sends a pleasurable shudder through his body, the way Bucky so sweetly, so lovingly addresses him. He laughs softly, before it's cut off by a soft, breathy groan, when he feels that familiar, beloved sensation of being used, when Bucky's sperm floods into him, spurt after spurt of thick, lovely seed that fills up his insides, makes him shudder all the same.
He's addicted to this, and rocks back against him, milking every drop from his cock -- he doesn't miss being a little guy; but he misses being loved like that by Bucky, when the man would lavish so much attention on him. He knows a part of Bucky would always love him most; and it's fair when that Steve was the one his lover fell for. He adores him right back, taking him in and fisting his own cock, wanting to get himself off, too.
He leans back against him, rolling his hips and letting Bucky's come drip down his thighs, his heavy balls, staining the sheets beneath. ] I like everything you give me. Every drop you put inside of me. [ He grins, mischievous. ]
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He's addicted to this, and rocks back against him, milking every drop from his cock -- he doesn't miss being a little guy; but he misses being loved like that by Bucky, when the man would lavish so much attention on him. He knows a part of Bucky would always love him most; and it's fair when that Steve was the one his lover fell for. He adores him right back, taking him in and fisting his own cock, wanting to get himself off, too.
He leans back against him, rolling his hips and letting Bucky's come drip down his thighs, his heavy balls, staining the sheets beneath. ] I like everything you give me. Every drop you put inside of me. [ He grins, mischievous. ]
I'm always your little guy, Buck.