[ Nothing would come close to making up for the pain of Bucky's absence, but it doesn't matter -- he'll always see him here, won't he? Granted, it would be much less often, but Steve would never, never put his own needs above Bucky's, more content to watch him happy than to grasp for his own happiness.
Which is why it's surprising when he finds himself caught, pressed up against the kitchen counter with a leather belt locking his wrists behind him. He remembers this, smiles briefly when he realizes just what his lover is doing, what he intends for them both. This is how Bucky shows his affection and his love, and Steve understands it completely.
He's obedient, but he's leaning back, turning his head just a little to capture his mouth in a slow, sweet kiss. Oh, Bucky; the man always makes his heart skip a beat at the most unexpected moments. ] Mmm, I'm right here at your disposal, Buck. All tied up and ready for you.
[ Bucky lavishes kisses on him, on his sweet, pink mouth, his jaw, his ear, tongue tracing the shell as his hands explore Steve's body unhindered, his hips pressing eagerly to him from behind. He won't be stopped, won't be distracted from the pleasure he takes in Steve's body, the pleasure he intends to give to him: he wants to ravish him, wants to give him more than he can take, see him flushed and trembling and surrendering, tears spilling from his beautiful eyes. ] Shhh. Sweet baby. [ He purrs the words in Steve's ear, reaching around him again to unzip him, tug his pants down his hips. He strokes cool metal fingers over Steve's tight, cute ass, into the crease between his cheeks, the tips circling lightly over his hole. ] I told you, I want to take care of you. You're going to be so good for me. I know you will.
[ There's so much Bucky wants to do to him. So many ways he wants to break him open. He wants to hurt him so good, make him cry for it, make him feel like it's too much, far too much, and then make him take more; there's a terrible greed in him that makes him want Steve as broken as he is, because Steve is his, because he'd give up anything for him.
He wets one of the metal fingers in his mouth and slides it swiftly into Steve, pushing into his tight, warm hole, his open mouth lavishing soft kisses at the nape of his neck. He fucks him with it slowly, presses firm with his fingertips just behind his balls, straight against that bundle of nerves, working him from the inside and out. His right hand takes hold of Steve's still-soft cock and strokes it slowly, patiently waiting for him to get hard. ]
[ Steve is concerned, too, with the way his lover switches to this so quickly; in this he sees the way Bucky's missed him, sharp and hot and desperate, and he's aching to soothe him, to calm him down. Bucky's too proud to tell him, he knows, but Steve reaches out anyway, pliant and eager and willing, pressing against him. He's happy to be explored, ravished and plundered for Bucky's pleasure, exposing himself further to him as his shoulders relax, making it clear that he's enjoying Bucky's attentions. How could he not, when the man is so good at what he does. He's flush with pleasure, warm with intoxication and anticipation, he shudders, pressing up against him with a neediness that he doesn't hide.
He wants to be hurt, he wants everything that Bucky can give him, and he fights not to tense up when he feels those fingers push deep into his hole, thick and strong and dangerously delicious. He moans his name, his knees almost buckling at the sharp surge of pleasure, filling out nice and thick, straining at his own bonds. ]
[ Yes. Yes, Bucky's missed him, and that sensation claws at him inside, sharp enough to rip him up, rend him into pieces. The thing is, Bucky is used to pain: he's lived with it long enough for it to be a familiar companion. Pain alone won't drive him back. But he can share it with Steve, a little bit: he can break him, just a little bit, slowly and gently enough that it barely hurts at all, because he'd never want Steve to suffer.
He mouths at the nape of his neck, biting softly, possessively, sliding another of those metal fingers into him and working him open with firm thrusts, feeling him get hard in his encircling hand. Oh, he's beautiful, that big, thick cock, so warm against his fingers, and his sweet, tight hole, and the way his body tenses, the muscles of his arms standing out as he strains at the belt. ] No. [ He says it decisively, jabbing his fingers up, searching for that bundle of nerves to work at relentlessly. ] You don't need to touch me. You just need to take this. [ Steve wants to hold him. Steve could make him forget everything in his arms, could make him sweet and pliant and yielding, make him surrender and let Steve soothe him inside and out, but this was Bucky's decision, and this is Bucky's pain to bear. He sighs out against his shoulder. ] I love you, Steve. I'm going to use you until you're all worn out. I'm going to break this little hole of yours.
[ Steve cries out, shocked and startled by the vicious surge of pleasure when he pushes his fingers up, and it feels so good that it hurts, it hurts, and he's coming in a mess all over the counter without warning, trembling and shaking in Bucky's arms -- all thought is wiped from his consciousness then, almost buckling as he comes in thick, sticky spurts.
They're only just getting started, him and his Bucky, and he clenches tightly, fiercely around his fingers, trying to twist around to kiss him, wanting his mouth on his as he revels in the filthy promise, the decadence of it. ]
Then break it. [ He's panting, breathless with desire and need. ] My hole's yours. It's always been yours. I'll take everything you give me.
[ 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?
[ Steve is obedient, reactive as he eagerly rocks back against him, greedy for more, and showing Bucky that he doesn't have to worry about hurting him -- that he can go as hard and brutal as he wants and he'll take it all. He gasps, delighted when he feels that metal hand slap his ass; he'll wear that angry red mark for awhile, and he's proud of it, pleased.
On his knees, he looks up at him in adoration, knowing that he'd give Bucky whatever he needs, making up for the time they'd spent apart. Malleable, and more than willing to play despite being restrained, he parts his lips. ] Felt so good, Buck. You always make me feel like I could melt into you. You're so damn amazing, you take my breath away. Are you gonna let me suck your cock?
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Which is why it's surprising when he finds himself caught, pressed up against the kitchen counter with a leather belt locking his wrists behind him. He remembers this, smiles briefly when he realizes just what his lover is doing, what he intends for them both. This is how Bucky shows his affection and his love, and Steve understands it completely.
He's obedient, but he's leaning back, turning his head just a little to capture his mouth in a slow, sweet kiss. Oh, Bucky; the man always makes his heart skip a beat at the most unexpected moments. ] Mmm, I'm right here at your disposal, Buck. All tied up and ready for you.
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[ There's so much Bucky wants to do to him. So many ways he wants to break him open. He wants to hurt him so good, make him cry for it, make him feel like it's too much, far too much, and then make him take more; there's a terrible greed in him that makes him want Steve as broken as he is, because Steve is his, because he'd give up anything for him.
He wets one of the metal fingers in his mouth and slides it swiftly into Steve, pushing into his tight, warm hole, his open mouth lavishing soft kisses at the nape of his neck. He fucks him with it slowly, presses firm with his fingertips just behind his balls, straight against that bundle of nerves, working him from the inside and out. His right hand takes hold of Steve's still-soft cock and strokes it slowly, patiently waiting for him to get hard. ]
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[ Steve is concerned, too, with the way his lover switches to this so quickly; in this he sees the way Bucky's missed him, sharp and hot and desperate, and he's aching to soothe him, to calm him down. Bucky's too proud to tell him, he knows, but Steve reaches out anyway, pliant and eager and willing, pressing against him. He's happy to be explored, ravished and plundered for Bucky's pleasure, exposing himself further to him as his shoulders relax, making it clear that he's enjoying Bucky's attentions. How could he not, when the man is so good at what he does. He's flush with pleasure, warm with intoxication and anticipation, he shudders, pressing up against him with a neediness that he doesn't hide.
He wants to be hurt, he wants everything that Bucky can give him, and he fights not to tense up when he feels those fingers push deep into his hole, thick and strong and dangerously delicious. He moans his name, his knees almost buckling at the sharp surge of pleasure, filling out nice and thick, straining at his own bonds. ]
Dying to touch you. Wanna hold you --
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He mouths at the nape of his neck, biting softly, possessively, sliding another of those metal fingers into him and working him open with firm thrusts, feeling him get hard in his encircling hand. Oh, he's beautiful, that big, thick cock, so warm against his fingers, and his sweet, tight hole, and the way his body tenses, the muscles of his arms standing out as he strains at the belt. ] No. [ He says it decisively, jabbing his fingers up, searching for that bundle of nerves to work at relentlessly. ] You don't need to touch me. You just need to take this. [ Steve wants to hold him. Steve could make him forget everything in his arms, could make him sweet and pliant and yielding, make him surrender and let Steve soothe him inside and out, but this was Bucky's decision, and this is Bucky's pain to bear. He sighs out against his shoulder. ] I love you, Steve. I'm going to use you until you're all worn out. I'm going to break this little hole of yours.
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They're only just getting started, him and his Bucky, and he clenches tightly, fiercely around his fingers, trying to twist around to kiss him, wanting his mouth on his as he revels in the filthy promise, the decadence of it. ]
Then break it. [ He's panting, breathless with desire and need. ] My hole's yours. It's always been yours. I'll take everything you give me.
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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?
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[ Steve is obedient, reactive as he eagerly rocks back against him, greedy for more, and showing Bucky that he doesn't have to worry about hurting him -- that he can go as hard and brutal as he wants and he'll take it all. He gasps, delighted when he feels that metal hand slap his ass; he'll wear that angry red mark for awhile, and he's proud of it, pleased.
On his knees, he looks up at him in adoration, knowing that he'd give Bucky whatever he needs, making up for the time they'd spent apart. Malleable, and more than willing to play despite being restrained, he parts his lips. ] Felt so good, Buck. You always make me feel like I could melt into you. You're so damn amazing, you take my breath away. Are you gonna let me suck your cock?