[ His breath tightens when Steve comes, suddenly, shockingly, spilling over his hand and the counter, shaking as he falls apart. His fingertips are rubbing ruthlessly at his prostate, working it in hard, firm presses, his right hand jerking Steve's cock in tight strokes, and it's as though he's forcing the seed out of Steve's body, pressed close enough behind him to see it spurt in thick pulses from his slit. ] Steve. [ he says again, breathless, amazed, his own cock aching at the sight of it, the feeling of him surrendering, giving up so soon for him, and he takes his mouth in a fierce, hard kiss, sliding his fingers at last from his body and slapping his ass hard with his metal hand, leaving an angry red print on his milky skin. ] You're beautiful, you're so-- [ He turns him around, kisses him again, greedy, possessively drinking in his sweet mouth, those soft full lips, his hand twisting in his hair. ] Come here. Come here, sweetheart.
[ Bucky pulls him into the middle of the kitchen and pushes him down to his knees, holding him by the hair. Working his pants open one-handed, he bends down and brushes kisses against Steve's forehead, against his nose, his lips, as soft and sweet as his fingers in his hair are hard. ] Love you, baby, you're so good for me. Did that feel good? Did you like it?
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[ His breath tightens when Steve comes, suddenly, shockingly, spilling over his hand and the counter, shaking as he falls apart. His fingertips are rubbing ruthlessly at his prostate, working it in hard, firm presses, his right hand jerking Steve's cock in tight strokes, and it's as though he's forcing the seed out of Steve's body, pressed close enough behind him to see it spurt in thick pulses from his slit. ] Steve. [ he says again, breathless, amazed, his own cock aching at the sight of it, the feeling of him surrendering, giving up so soon for him, and he takes his mouth in a fierce, hard kiss, sliding his fingers at last from his body and slapping his ass hard with his metal hand, leaving an angry red print on his milky skin. ] You're beautiful, you're so-- [ He turns him around, kisses him again, greedy, possessively drinking in his sweet mouth, those soft full lips, his hand twisting in his hair. ] Come here. Come here, sweetheart.
[ Bucky pulls him into the middle of the kitchen and pushes him down to his knees, holding him by the hair. Working his pants open one-handed, he bends down and brushes kisses against Steve's forehead, against his nose, his lips, as soft and sweet as his fingers in his hair are hard. ] Love you, baby, you're so good for me. Did that feel good? Did you like it?