[ Bucky encourages him, pushes him over the edge with that gifted mouth, the way his tongue and his lips work to milk every drop out of him -- it's effective, it's incredible, and he grips Bucky tighter when he sinks down his throat and comes.
His thick, heavy cock is forced down Bucky's throat, and he comes, again and again and again in numerous spurts, emptying his balls into him, feeding him his come and filling him up. It's amazing when the pleasure floods through him, when he's making his lover drink up every drop of him. It almost makes his knees buckle when he coats Bucky's throat in ropes and ropes of come, the warm, sticky ejaculate spilling copiously down his throat. ]
[ All that heavy, thick seed, waiting so long to spill, it fills up his mouth, lingers musky-bitter on his tongue and spurts down his throat, making him swallow and swallow until his lashes are damp and his face flushed with the exertion, until his belly feels full, his entire body sated by Steve's pleasure. Bucky thinks--sometimes he thinks he loves Steve's release better than his own, that he'd be happy as his toy to use again and again, his mouth and ass to fuck whenever he wanted, to open and slide his cock into and come home; Bucky loves to drink his seed, loves to feel it coat his insides and run dripping down his thighs. Steve comes so beautifully, so copiously, and Bucky's eyes are dark with pleasure as they watch his face, watch him in the throes of his passion, until at last he can't take any more and lets Steve's cock slides heavy from his mouth, taking a last spurt of seed onto his lips.
Gasping, he climbs up the length of Steve's body and thrusts him down hard against the bed, pinning him with his left hand on his shoulder and his mouth meeting his in a hungry kiss. He can taste Steve, he feels covered in him, filled and surrounded; and he isn't sated, he needs more of him. Bucky cups his pecs, brushing his thumbs over his nipples, greedily groping and stroking him, and then manhandles him over onto his stomach, holding him down against the bed. ]
Gonna fuck that tight ass, Steve. You made me so hard. [ He rocks his hips against his ass, letting him feel it. ]
[ Steve finds himself face-down, and he's startled only for a moment before the sensation of his cock sliding up and down against his ass makes him smile -- yes, he's hard, he can feel the thick, full length of him, teasing and playing before going in for the kill.
Bucky's always been a hunter, even while he had been at his side as a sniper all those years ago -- and Steve's eyes lid, remembering the last spurt of come on his lips, the way his pretty face was flushed, pupils dilated from all the pleasure that Steve had given him. A part of him should be embarrassed at the way he came, so much and so shamelessly, but Bucky -- his lover's always adored having him like this.
Pinned down, writhing and happy to be touched, Steve surrenders in his oversensitive state, moving to grip the pillow tight. He's smiling, shamelessly encouraging. ] That's why I'm here, Buck. Right here and ready to get you off. Can't have you suffering that hard-on for long.
[ He growls and bites into Steve's shoulder, slicking him up quickly, shoving his fingers into him with rough impatience. Steve is beautiful, the inside of him so tight and hot and Bucky wants him, wants him with the taste of his seed still thick in his mouth and Steve's body grasping and oversensitive. He pins Steve by the hair, holding him face-down against the mattress when he pulls his fingers out and replaces them with his cock, thrusting quickly into him, hissing as he closes so tight around his cock. ]
Steve. Steve, you're so fucking tight, that ass of yours is so good, taking me. [ He gasps and shoves into him again hard, beginning to fuck him in rough, brutal motions, holding him down against the mattress. ] Your fucking--pretty ass--
[ He knows Steve wants to hear him, wants him to give his pleasure voice, loves it when he talks to him dirty, calls him filthy, endearing things. Bucky moans as he fucks him, rutting into him viciously, hips slapping against his ass and cock pistoning in and out of him; he bites into Steve's shoulder again, with some brutal satisfaction at leaving him marked with his teeth, the skin bruising so sweetly. ]
[ Steve promises heatedly, wickedly, always one to tease, to push Bucky further because this is what they are to each other, trusting and comfortable. Bucky is everything that matters to him, and he cries out softly when he feels teeth sink into his shoulder, the way Bucky marks him and makes him his.
He's rocking back up against him, meeting him thrust for thrust without question, pulsing around him shamelessly -- he's pinned down right after, but he doesn't mind, he lets himself be used, milking Bucky's cock for every drop with a low, wrecked groan into the mattress. He loves it when Bucky gets dirty, and he rewards him by clenching around his pistoning dick tighter, clinging hard to him.
He reaches behind him to try to touch Bucky, clumsy but earnest fingers, wanting to reciprocate -- it's hard to, in this position, and especially when his cock is rock hard, rubbing against the mattress. ]
Whore. [ Bucky murmurs it in Steve's ear, hot and affectionate, biting the lobe in a quick, punishing nip. He can feel him tightening around him deliberately, his sweet ass split apart on his cock, all for him, for his pleasure, and Bucky won't let him touch him, taking his hand and kissing his fingers and pinning it down to the bed. No, Steve is his toy now, and he doesn't get to touch him until he says; he's his toy and Bucky's going to use him for his pleasure until he's done with him, leave him gaping and filled with his seed, come staining his thighs.
He digs metal fingers into Steve's throat, forcing his chin up, his firm ass pressed hard against Bucky's hips and Bucky's mouth at his cheek and his jaw, his entire body lunging down against Steve's as he ruts him with single-minded purpose. His grasp tightens, the tiny metal plates shifting and locking into place, cutting off air: he could kill Steve so easily, crush his windpipe, strangle the breath from him, but his grip is perfectly controlled, tight enough to restrict breath until he can feel Steve shuddering and straining underneath him. ] Are you going to be good for me, Steve? Keep your hands to yourself? Use that tight ass of yours to make me feel good? [ He hisses, thrusts hard into Steve, pounds him viciously into the mattress. ] Come on, clench up, you sweet little thing. You're so fucking tight, s'like you never got big, God, you're still such a little punk. You like it like this?
[ 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.
[ Steve is so good to him, giving him everything he wants. Bucking back against him, ass pressed hard to his hips, his pelvis; hole tightening around him, and Bucky can feel those walls inside working deliberately, can feel Steve milking him, drawing him swiftly towards release. He groans and pounds into him, kissing his jaw and his throat frantically, reaching beneath him to roughly fist Steve's cock. ]
Good boy. [ he murmurs hotly in his ear. ] You good, sweet boy. That's what you like, isn't it, Stevie? You want to be my little whore? You want to feel like you're a little guy again?
[ Because he knows--Bucky may be a shadow of his former self but he knows what Steve wants, he knows the secrets in his heart. Part of him will always feel like that little guy from Brooklyn. And remembering him makes Bucky feel closer to the man he used to be, too: the one who adored Steve, who would give him anything, who would give anything just to touch him, possess him for a little while. He shoves himself deep into him and starts to come, breath catching as he empties his balls in thick, luscious spurts. It's an unbelievable feeling, so hot and wet, his cock milked of pleasure deep in Steve's body. ]
[ 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. ]
Yeah, you are. [ He rolls his hips against Steve's ass dreamily, kisses his ear and his jaw and his cheek, cups his chin to turn his face back and press soft kisses to the corner of his mouth. ] All mine, Stevie.
[ Relaxed now that he's come, in a softer, sweeter mood, he continues to rock into Steve's wet, fucked-open hole and stroke his cock in time to the easy penetrations, rubbing his thumb over the broad head, the delicate slit. Bucky sucks marks into his throat, tasting his salty skin, digging his teeth in to bruise it and then lathing it with strokes of his tongue. ] Taste so good, Steve. Could fuck you forever, lick you clean and then fuck you filthy again. You like that? [ His hand squeezes at the base of Steve's beautiful cock, cups his balls and fondles them gently in his palm. ] You feel good? Want you to. Want you to come for me.
[ Steve breathes, soft and sweet and happy -- he loves when Bucky is tender, when he fucks him slowly, lovingly, and he leans in, greedy for more of those kisses and those marks, wanting to wear his lover wherever he goes. Not that he would admit it, of course.
It feels good to have Bucky like this, and he gasps at the squeeze, thrusting into his hands as pleasure slides down his spine at those deliciously filthy words. ] Love when you talk dirty. I always feel so good -- mmmm, I'm close.
[ Close, so close, he stifles a soft moan, arching into Bucky's body as he comes in thick spurts, semen practically flooding over Bucky's fingers. ]
Good. [ He nips at Steve's throat and shoulders, leaves damp kisses, hot, tender, breathing praise against his skin. ] So good, Steve.
[ Bucky pulls out of him reluctantly when he's finished coming, watching the trails of seed that trickle down Steve's thighs, his own cock heavy and wet. Drawn to the smell of sex and sweat, the delicious musk of Steve's body, he kisses his way down his spine and tastes the salt of his skin along every inch, every dip and curve. He spreads him open with his fingers, pulling his cheeks apart, kneading at his glistening hole with his thumbs. ]
Lie against the mattress. [ He instructs Steve softly, pushing his metal thumb into his swollen hole, fucking him with it slowly. It comes out wet and gleaming, more of his come trailing down to Steve's heavy balls. ] Lift up your hips for me. [ Bucky licks him slowly, holding him spread apart, pushing his tongue inside him. Groans softly for him, tonguing his little hole, pressing wet, sucking kisses. ]
[ Steve says easily, making a soft noise of protest when Bucky pulls out, missing the girth of him already. He does love being fucked by his lover almost as much as fucking him; and not for the first time he's grateful that they switch so often.
He feels those lips on his skin, and doesn't hesitate when he gets into position, hitching himself up obediently before reaching down to cup his own balls, giving Bucky a show. He might be the one receiving tonight, but it doesn't mean that he can't tease Bucky, right?
Still, the way those lips feel against his hole, the wet, wet tongue inside him, kissing and sucking makes his knees almost buckle at the sharp pleasure of it. He's still oversensitive, and he clenches his fingers in the sheets, helpless against Bucky's ministrations. ]
You like it, baby? You like me licking out that pretty ass of yours? [ Bucky purrs, sliding two fingers so easily into Steve, he's so stretched and wet, taking them all the way to the knuckle without any resistance. ] Used to love doing this to you when you were little. I remember that, you know. You were almost too tight to take me. I wanted to make you cry, you were so pretty. [ Ducking his head, he traces his tongue around Steve's hole, licking around his fingers, hooking his thumb into him too to stretch him wide. Slides his tongue between his fingers, sucking at his hole and fucking him with it, the hot wet muscle thrusting into him over and over.
He knows this will be almost too much for Steve right after coming, he's too sensitive to take it, but Bucky keeps on relentlessly, ruthlessly pleasuring him with his mouth, wanting to feel him shaking and coming apart beneath him. ] Bet I could make you cry even now. [ he tells him breathlessly, sliding a third finger into him and working him open with firm thrusts. ]
[ Steve's damn near out of his mind with need, trembling with desire and pleasure when he hears those sweetly filthy words. He remembers the nights when Bucky had done it, when Steve would sob hopelessly into his pillow, pushed to so much pleasure that he'd almost forgotten his name.
His hole clenches tight and Steve makes an appreciative noise, a low moan that signals his approval and his need for more, so much more. ] Nnnngh -- I remember. I -- you're gonna kill me, Buck. I love when you're so damn good like this --
[ He's stretching himself now, balls heavy as his cock drips with need. ] C'mon. C'mon, what're you waiting for --
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. ]
[ It would definitely be the third time, and Steve's struggling to take him, trembling under the onslaught of pleasure. He surrenders himself without question, he knows, hopeless underneath his wonderful lover's attentions. He feels himself stretch further -- he can take more, he damn well can, and look, four fingers right up in his tight, tight hole.
He's stretched so much that he can barely take it anymore, and Steve cries out, his voice breaking when he comes hard, making a mess of himself when he comes in helpless spurts, milk-white sperm spattering everywhere. Shit, he's such a slut, coming without even taking cock -- so reactive, overloaded, out of his mind with pleasure, and he struggles and fails to hold on, his knees buckling. ]
[ 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?
No. [ Steve gasps, rough and raw, numb with pleasure and overwhelmed with all of it -- he's aching in all the best places, trembling and struggling to be upright, to return what Bucky's given to him.
He pulses around his fingers, clenching tight, eager to have more of him as he pushes back his hips, submitting to Bucky's gentle, firm strength. He can kill him like this, and Steve wouldn't fight back -- he's trusting, open and loving, and he cries out softly, melting under the stimulation.
He's so turned on it hurts, and he's shaking beneath him, clenching the sheets, fingers almost tearing into the cloth. ] No, don't stop. I don't want you to --
[ Oh, Steve. He makes Bucky ache with pleasure, wanting so badly to push inside that throbbing, soft heat around his fingers, broken-in and fucked loose. He loves feeling Steve tremble around him as he fucks his knuckles slowly into him, loosening him even more. He wants to fill him and feel him surrender, wants to hear him moan and sob into the pillows, and he holds Steve face-down with a hand tangled in his hair as he slides his fingers free and pulls him up by the hips. ]
I won't, Steve, I promise. [ Bucky pushes into him, filling him in one long relentless slide, grasping him by the hip. ] I'll give it to you until it hurts and I still won't stop.
[ He fucks brutally into him, slamming his cock into that hot, sensitive hole, holding him down hard as he uses him. ]
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His thick, heavy cock is forced down Bucky's throat, and he comes, again and again and again in numerous spurts, emptying his balls into him, feeding him his come and filling him up. It's amazing when the pleasure floods through him, when he's making his lover drink up every drop of him. It almost makes his knees buckle when he coats Bucky's throat in ropes and ropes of come, the warm, sticky ejaculate spilling copiously down his throat. ]
Bucky --
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Gasping, he climbs up the length of Steve's body and thrusts him down hard against the bed, pinning him with his left hand on his shoulder and his mouth meeting his in a hungry kiss. He can taste Steve, he feels covered in him, filled and surrounded; and he isn't sated, he needs more of him. Bucky cups his pecs, brushing his thumbs over his nipples, greedily groping and stroking him, and then manhandles him over onto his stomach, holding him down against the bed. ]
Gonna fuck that tight ass, Steve. You made me so hard. [ He rocks his hips against his ass, letting him feel it. ]
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Bucky's always been a hunter, even while he had been at his side as a sniper all those years ago -- and Steve's eyes lid, remembering the last spurt of come on his lips, the way his pretty face was flushed, pupils dilated from all the pleasure that Steve had given him. A part of him should be embarrassed at the way he came, so much and so shamelessly, but Bucky -- his lover's always adored having him like this.
Pinned down, writhing and happy to be touched, Steve surrenders in his oversensitive state, moving to grip the pillow tight. He's smiling, shamelessly encouraging. ] That's why I'm here, Buck. Right here and ready to get you off. Can't have you suffering that hard-on for long.
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Steve. Steve, you're so fucking tight, that ass of yours is so good, taking me. [ He gasps and shoves into him again hard, beginning to fuck him in rough, brutal motions, holding him down against the mattress. ] Your fucking--pretty ass--
[ He knows Steve wants to hear him, wants him to give his pleasure voice, loves it when he talks to him dirty, calls him filthy, endearing things. Bucky moans as he fucks him, rutting into him viciously, hips slapping against his ass and cock pistoning in and out of him; he bites into Steve's shoulder again, with some brutal satisfaction at leaving him marked with his teeth, the skin bruising so sweetly. ]
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[ Steve promises heatedly, wickedly, always one to tease, to push Bucky further because this is what they are to each other, trusting and comfortable. Bucky is everything that matters to him, and he cries out softly when he feels teeth sink into his shoulder, the way Bucky marks him and makes him his.
He's rocking back up against him, meeting him thrust for thrust without question, pulsing around him shamelessly -- he's pinned down right after, but he doesn't mind, he lets himself be used, milking Bucky's cock for every drop with a low, wrecked groan into the mattress. He loves it when Bucky gets dirty, and he rewards him by clenching around his pistoning dick tighter, clinging hard to him.
He reaches behind him to try to touch Bucky, clumsy but earnest fingers, wanting to reciprocate -- it's hard to, in this position, and especially when his cock is rock hard, rubbing against the mattress. ]
Mmmmmmph, Buck --
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He digs metal fingers into Steve's throat, forcing his chin up, his firm ass pressed hard against Bucky's hips and Bucky's mouth at his cheek and his jaw, his entire body lunging down against Steve's as he ruts him with single-minded purpose. His grasp tightens, the tiny metal plates shifting and locking into place, cutting off air: he could kill Steve so easily, crush his windpipe, strangle the breath from him, but his grip is perfectly controlled, tight enough to restrict breath until he can feel Steve shuddering and straining underneath him. ] Are you going to be good for me, Steve? Keep your hands to yourself? Use that tight ass of yours to make me feel good? [ He hisses, thrusts hard into Steve, pounds him viciously into the mattress. ] Come on, clench up, you sweet little thing. You're so fucking tight, s'like you never got big, God, you're still such a little punk. You like it like this?
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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.
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Good boy. [ he murmurs hotly in his ear. ] You good, sweet boy. That's what you like, isn't it, Stevie? You want to be my little whore? You want to feel like you're a little guy again?
[ Because he knows--Bucky may be a shadow of his former self but he knows what Steve wants, he knows the secrets in his heart. Part of him will always feel like that little guy from Brooklyn. And remembering him makes Bucky feel closer to the man he used to be, too: the one who adored Steve, who would give him anything, who would give anything just to touch him, possess him for a little while. He shoves himself deep into him and starts to come, breath catching as he empties his balls in thick, luscious spurts. It's an unbelievable feeling, so hot and wet, his cock milked of pleasure deep in Steve's body. ]
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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.
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[ Relaxed now that he's come, in a softer, sweeter mood, he continues to rock into Steve's wet, fucked-open hole and stroke his cock in time to the easy penetrations, rubbing his thumb over the broad head, the delicate slit. Bucky sucks marks into his throat, tasting his salty skin, digging his teeth in to bruise it and then lathing it with strokes of his tongue. ] Taste so good, Steve. Could fuck you forever, lick you clean and then fuck you filthy again. You like that? [ His hand squeezes at the base of Steve's beautiful cock, cups his balls and fondles them gently in his palm. ] You feel good? Want you to. Want you to come for me.
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[ Steve breathes, soft and sweet and happy -- he loves when Bucky is tender, when he fucks him slowly, lovingly, and he leans in, greedy for more of those kisses and those marks, wanting to wear his lover wherever he goes. Not that he would admit it, of course.
It feels good to have Bucky like this, and he gasps at the squeeze, thrusting into his hands as pleasure slides down his spine at those deliciously filthy words. ] Love when you talk dirty. I always feel so good -- mmmm, I'm close.
[ Close, so close, he stifles a soft moan, arching into Bucky's body as he comes in thick spurts, semen practically flooding over Bucky's fingers. ]
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[ Bucky pulls out of him reluctantly when he's finished coming, watching the trails of seed that trickle down Steve's thighs, his own cock heavy and wet. Drawn to the smell of sex and sweat, the delicious musk of Steve's body, he kisses his way down his spine and tastes the salt of his skin along every inch, every dip and curve. He spreads him open with his fingers, pulling his cheeks apart, kneading at his glistening hole with his thumbs. ]
Lie against the mattress. [ He instructs Steve softly, pushing his metal thumb into his swollen hole, fucking him with it slowly. It comes out wet and gleaming, more of his come trailing down to Steve's heavy balls. ] Lift up your hips for me. [ Bucky licks him slowly, holding him spread apart, pushing his tongue inside him. Groans softly for him, tonguing his little hole, pressing wet, sucking kisses. ]
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[ Steve says easily, making a soft noise of protest when Bucky pulls out, missing the girth of him already. He does love being fucked by his lover almost as much as fucking him; and not for the first time he's grateful that they switch so often.
He feels those lips on his skin, and doesn't hesitate when he gets into position, hitching himself up obediently before reaching down to cup his own balls, giving Bucky a show. He might be the one receiving tonight, but it doesn't mean that he can't tease Bucky, right?
Still, the way those lips feel against his hole, the wet, wet tongue inside him, kissing and sucking makes his knees almost buckle at the sharp pleasure of it. He's still oversensitive, and he clenches his fingers in the sheets, helpless against Bucky's ministrations. ]
Oh. Oh -- that feels --
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He knows this will be almost too much for Steve right after coming, he's too sensitive to take it, but Bucky keeps on relentlessly, ruthlessly pleasuring him with his mouth, wanting to feel him shaking and coming apart beneath him. ] Bet I could make you cry even now. [ he tells him breathlessly, sliding a third finger into him and working him open with firm thrusts. ]
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His hole clenches tight and Steve makes an appreciative noise, a low moan that signals his approval and his need for more, so much more. ] Nnnngh -- I remember. I -- you're gonna kill me, Buck. I love when you're so damn good like this --
[ He's stretching himself now, balls heavy as his cock drips with need. ] C'mon. C'mon, what're you waiting for --
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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. ]
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He's stretched so much that he can barely take it anymore, and Steve cries out, his voice breaking when he comes hard, making a mess of himself when he comes in helpless spurts, milk-white sperm spattering everywhere. Shit, he's such a slut, coming without even taking cock -- so reactive, overloaded, out of his mind with pleasure, and he struggles and fails to hold on, his knees buckling. ]
Bucky --
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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. ]
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He pulses around his fingers, clenching tight, eager to have more of him as he pushes back his hips, submitting to Bucky's gentle, firm strength. He can kill him like this, and Steve wouldn't fight back -- he's trusting, open and loving, and he cries out softly, melting under the stimulation.
He's so turned on it hurts, and he's shaking beneath him, clenching the sheets, fingers almost tearing into the cloth. ] No, don't stop. I don't want you to --
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I won't, Steve, I promise. [ Bucky pushes into him, filling him in one long relentless slide, grasping him by the hip. ] I'll give it to you until it hurts and I still won't stop.
[ He fucks brutally into him, slamming his cock into that hot, sensitive hole, holding him down hard as he uses him. ]