[ The low thunder in Bucky's voice is promising; it makes Steve's cock twitch a little just to hear it, knowing that Bucky intends to be merciless with him, punish and humiliate him in all the best possible ways. He knows Steve can take it, little or no. He knows he wants to take it, that he wants the degradation, the filthy names and feeling of being used, fucked and filled and broken in, a cockslut made for his best friend's pleasure.
His breath catches as Bucky rips the panties away, his dick twitching, a little spurt of seed spilling messily from the flushed head, and there's barely time to feel the shudders of pleasure from the aftershocks of his release before Bucky is pulling out of him and shoving him down to his knees. Steve looks up at him, licking his lips, his chin caught roughly in Bucky's fingers: he looks gorgeous and obscene, sitting with his knees spread apart and his cock still thick and hard and waiting, dripping with come, thick ropes of white sperm welling from the head and trailing down the long shaft. Steve leans in to capture the taste of it, thick and musky and bitter, feeling it spill over his swollen lips and drip down his chin as he lets Bucky's cockhead rest on his tongue for a few moments.
Then he closes his lips around Bucky's cock, sliding slowly down the shaft with his eyes still lifted, still locked with his lover's dark gaze. It fills up his mouth, heavy and thick and so, so rigid, so hard and swollen, pressing down his tongue, the blunt head quickly reaching the back of his throat. ]
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His breath catches as Bucky rips the panties away, his dick twitching, a little spurt of seed spilling messily from the flushed head, and there's barely time to feel the shudders of pleasure from the aftershocks of his release before Bucky is pulling out of him and shoving him down to his knees. Steve looks up at him, licking his lips, his chin caught roughly in Bucky's fingers: he looks gorgeous and obscene, sitting with his knees spread apart and his cock still thick and hard and waiting, dripping with come, thick ropes of white sperm welling from the head and trailing down the long shaft. Steve leans in to capture the taste of it, thick and musky and bitter, feeling it spill over his swollen lips and drip down his chin as he lets Bucky's cockhead rest on his tongue for a few moments.
Then he closes his lips around Bucky's cock, sliding slowly down the shaft with his eyes still lifted, still locked with his lover's dark gaze. It fills up his mouth, heavy and thick and so, so rigid, so hard and swollen, pressing down his tongue, the blunt head quickly reaching the back of his throat. ]