For you, sweetheart. [ Bucky's voice is soft and hot and coaxing, and he tongues ruthlessly at Steve's pink, wet hole between words, so stretched and flushed for him. Fits a fourth finger inside of him, easy as you please, sliding so smooth into the flushed stretch of the rim of muscle, sliding in all the way to the knuckles, slow and full, and would you look at that--the way Steve's body takes him, it's fucking magical. He works his fingertips against Steve's prostate within him, merciless. ] For you to come for me.
[ He wants Steve to come before he fucks him again. That would be--God, he's lost count--the third time? And it still won't be enough, not until Steve is wrung out, too overloaded by pleasure and sensation to take anymore, too oversensitive to possibly take being fucked again, and that's when Bucky will do it. Slide inside of him and hold him down against the mattress and make him take his cock, make him beg and cry, make that little hole of his feel broken open, make him feel like it's far too much. ]
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[ He wants Steve to come before he fucks him again. That would be--God, he's lost count--the third time? And it still won't be enough, not until Steve is wrung out, too overloaded by pleasure and sensation to take anymore, too oversensitive to possibly take being fucked again, and that's when Bucky will do it. Slide inside of him and hold him down against the mattress and make him take his cock, make him beg and cry, make that little hole of his feel broken open, make him feel like it's far too much. ]