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Steve Rogers ([personal profile] worldwar) wrote in [community profile] allmymuscles 2015-01-15 02:41 pm (UTC)

[ Bucky is so thick, so deep in him Steve can almost taste him. His rigid cock slams into him again and again, with every hard thrust, until Steve's legs feel like they're going to give out from the overstimulation, but Bucky is there to keep him on his feet, his small body wrapped up tight and secure in his lover's arms, and Steve leans back helplessly against him, gasping, trapped and overwhelmed, trusting his strength. It's been so hard for him to accept that he can't hold Bucky like this anymore, that he can't keep the people he loves safe with his own two hands, and that's been the hardest thing about reverting--but it's easier than he could ever have imagined to give himself over to Bucky entirely, to let his lover take care of him in a way he never would have permitted even back when they were kids.

He can't help the way he loves this Bucky's greed, the filthy things he whispers in his ear, calling him his slut, a whore for his cock, like Steve was made to pleasure him. He chokes back a whimper, fisting his own dick through the panties, stroking himself hard and fast through the scrap of silk. He's writhing on the length of Bucky's cock, hips jerking reflexively as pleasure jolts through his body again and again, and then he's coming suddenly, a low, startled cry wringing from his throat, his cock pumping seed into the panties, staining the sheer black silk. Everything wet, filthy and messy, his body slumping against Bucky's, the sensation of his lover fucking him harder and faster making him shudder and moan. ]

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