Bucky. [ Steve says his name on an exhale, rocking his hips forward towards Bucky's mouth and gripping him tightly by the hair. Greedy for him, demanding. The change in his body hasn't made him any less promiscuous: maybe more so. All traces of the big man who can slowly, patiently take Bucky apart seem to be gone; there's no patience in him when Bucky touches him anymore, just desire and greed, needing his hands on him, his mouth, his cock inside him, needing Bucky's adoration--he can't seem to get enough and neither can Steve, willing to be always wet, always slicked up and open for him. He shudders as Bucky's middle finger slides easily inside of him. His fingers feel thicker now, they stretch him out more, but Steve--he knows how to make himself ready, fucking himself on his fingers after every shower until he's wet with lube and stretched open, wearing his plug when he sees that look in Bucky's eyes, dangerous and expectant, the look that says he'll bend Steve over anything, anywhere, and push his cock inside of him with barely a moment's notice.
Right now, though, his lover is the patient one, reverent and gentle, mouthing Steve's cock through the thin barrier of lace, his balls, making him damp and hot, tormenting him until he's trembling and flushed and sheened with sweat. Steve rocks back into the press of his finger, a moan catching in his throat. ] More. [ He says the word before he knows he's going to say it, knees buckling a little, but managing to keep on his feet. ] Buck--need more.
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Right now, though, his lover is the patient one, reverent and gentle, mouthing Steve's cock through the thin barrier of lace, his balls, making him damp and hot, tormenting him until he's trembling and flushed and sheened with sweat. Steve rocks back into the press of his finger, a moan catching in his throat. ] More. [ He says the word before he knows he's going to say it, knees buckling a little, but managing to keep on his feet. ] Buck--need more.