[ Takes his breath away, look at how good Steve is, coming for him without even a hand on his cock, spurting his load all over the sheets, and Bucky twists his fingers mercilessly inside of him, his other hand rubbing slowly over the small of his back. Making him take as much as he can get, fingertips pressing ruthlessly at his prostate, working him through his release. He doesn't let up the pressure even when Steve's knees buckle. He's going to be so good, he's going to keep taking more and more from him, more than he can stand: Bucky wants him wrecked, trembling and pleading for mercy.
He leans down over Steve, fingers gently manipulating him inside, and licks at the sweat beading the nape of his neck, kisses his huge, broad shoulder, runs his free hand possessively over him, touching all of him: this big, gorgeous body, all of it is his. He works his knuckles into Steve, sinking more and more of his hand inside of him, stretching him out nearly to the breaking point. His fingers tangle in Steve's hair and gently press his head down to the mattress. ] That's so sweet of you, Steve. [ Over and over he strokes his prostate, no concession to overstimulation, working him relentlessly. ] You had enough? You want me to stop?
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He leans down over Steve, fingers gently manipulating him inside, and licks at the sweat beading the nape of his neck, kisses his huge, broad shoulder, runs his free hand possessively over him, touching all of him: this big, gorgeous body, all of it is his. He works his knuckles into Steve, sinking more and more of his hand inside of him, stretching him out nearly to the breaking point. His fingers tangle in Steve's hair and gently press his head down to the mattress. ] That's so sweet of you, Steve. [ Over and over he strokes his prostate, no concession to overstimulation, working him relentlessly. ] You had enough? You want me to stop?
[ He won't. ]