I know. I know. [ Bucky breathes hard, before he slowly moves in and out of him, not wanting to rouse Steve from the dregs of his slumber. He knows that Steve needs his rest, and is reluctant to tax him any more, no matter how desperate he is for his hole, for the way he clamps down so sweetly on him.

He adores him to no end, taking his time to fuck him, to ravish him, reaching to kiss him obediently, his tongue slipping into Steve's mouth as he explores him, a hand moving down to stroke Steve's cock, enjoying how slick and wet and slippery he feels. ]

Love that you feel like this, Stevie. Like you're my little whore, dripping for my cock inside you.

[ He hisses softly, squeezing Steve's length just a little for emphasis. ] You're dying for every drop, aren't you? [ He peppers kisses over his shoulder then, massaging his balls this time. ] You know you make me crazy; I'm never gonna have enough of you.