[ Steve bites his lip as those slick fingers push in and out of his hole, stretching the rim of muscle over thick knuckles, his body clasping helplessly around the intrusion. He's flushed deep, skin hot and his cock aching; he watches Bucky raptly, fingers stroking over his cheeks, tracing the smile that curves his lips. Bucky is so--he's beautiful down on his knees, pleasure and anticipation lighting up his face. He thinks he's falling more in love every day, seeing new sides of Bucky coming out--the tender, ardent man he remembers from years ago, and a greedy, possessive lover, intent on keeping Steve like his pretty little whore. ]

Nah, I think about the doorman. [ The deadpan delivery is somewhat ruined by the breathless quality of his voice, the way he rocks his hips greedily to Bucky's mouth. ] Of course I get off to you, you jerk. How I have to--how I have to fuck myself open on my fingers every day because you won't wait when you're in the mood, you'll just take everything you want-- [ His breath catches in a moan. Even talking about it makes him harder, needier than anything else. ] Just hold me down and open me up on that big cock--