[ 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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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. ]