[ He bites his lip so hard he tastes blood, fighting not to let out of the sounds that want to climb out of his throat, the moans, the whimpers for how overwhelmingly thick and rigid Bucky feels inside of him, how he fills him up in one brutal thrust, splitting him apart. He leans against the balustrade on shaking legs, grips the edge of it in shaking fingers, eyes closed and blood rushing in his ears, trying to take it, trying not to writhe on that hot, sweet, slick intrusion inside him, so fucking full. ] Bucky. [ He gasps out his lover's name, reaching back for him blindly, catching his fingers, pulling them to his mouth to kiss frantically. ] God--
[ The crowds press around them, dizzyingly close and loud to where he's being fucked on Bucky's thick, hot length, their bodies pressed close and tight together as Bucky screws into him. He feels himself flushing hot for the words Bucky whispers in his ear, so filthy and sweet--his cockslut, his little whore, his hole available to Bucky to use anywhere, anytime he wants, he's proved that over and over, made Steve take it mercilessly.
The parade's passing right in front of them, and Steve's stretched out so sweetly on Bucky's cock, stinging-hot pleasure impaling him deep, so deep he can almost taste it. He's never felt so huge, so overwhelming as now when Steve is nearly too small to take him. ]
Love it, Buck. [ He chokes out the words, gasping for breath, tears wetting his lashes. ] Love you.
Don't cry. [ He growls -- he wishes they were alone now and not in the midst of a massive, dizzying crowd. He wishes he can see Steve as he is when he takes his cock inside him like a fucking champ, when he clamps down tight and Bucky practically sees stars. It's amazing, being inside him, and Steve has so rapidly, so wonderfully become his addiction.
He doesn't think of the people around anymore, smug that he's claiming his lover under all their oblivious noses, making sure that Steve knows just who he belongs to. He's proving it now, too, in front of hundreds and hundreds of people, and he moves now, slowly. He might love thrusting up inside his lover's hole without pause, but he's not cruel enough to fuck him when he's not ready, especially when he's so small now. ] Baby, don't cry. [ He kisses his earlobe, pretends to point to something right there at the parade to keep up the act for the others while he pulls out, then pushes balls deep inside his sweet little lover again. ] ...Love you, too. You can't imagine how much.
[ Steve wraps both hands around the arm Bucky's got curled around his waist, holding him steady, because he has to feel that, he has to feel that Bucky's got him, he's not letting him go. ] Not crying. [ There's a little hitch in his voice, his breath, and the parade floats are blurring in front of his eyes but he'll never admit it, too stubborn to admit it, and he couldn't stand it if Bucky stopped. The way he pushes into him again has Steve arching to his toes, his whole body lighting up with sensation, struggling to take his lover's thick, ridged cock. So much of Bucky, buried deep inside him--the people pressing in everywhere, the floats and confetti, bursts of color and swells of music--all of it is so much, too much, and he wants that, he wants to be lost to this, completely overwhelmed.
He trembles, holding tight to Bucky, pulling his hand to his lips and kissing his palm. ] Think I'd--think I'd cry over a punk like you? [ He pulls Bucky's arm around him again. Wraps himself in his lover like a favorite blanket, surrounding him, enveloping him. ] Not a chance.
[ He loves Bucky. He loves him so fiercely he'd die for him, give up anything for him, anywhere he wanted. ]
[ He's got him. He's got him, and he presses ever closer to show him, to soothe him without anyone else getting suspicious and wanting to know what they're doing. They're lucky his coat hides most of it, and the raucous parade makes up for the rest.
He presses his face into the hollow of his Steve's throat, the hollow, bird-like bones of him that he fears will snap if he hugs him too tightly. He does it anyway, his adoration and reverence knowing no boundaries when it comes to Steve.
Letting his lips press against his palm, he starts to fuck him hard, in rough, jerky thrusts, wanting him to remember every inch of him, how it feels when he's fucked right there in public, penetrated and struggling to keep all of him inside. Bucky's breathing a little harder, burning for him.
He reaches down, pushes his hand into his lover's pants to rub at his cock, fondling him, showing him how he's loved in return, how much he matters to him. ] Yeah, you would. [ He teases softly. ] Gonna make you come in front of everyone here, baby.
[ Steve wants to be held like that, so tightly that his bones creak, secure in Bucky's arms. He wants to be held knowing that he can't escape, that Bucky will fuck him and use him however he pleases, even here in the middle of a crowded street where all he can do is gasp and struggle and take it, every hard, rough thrust that has him jerking forward against the barrier, Bucky's cock so rigid and thick pushing into him. It's breaking him open, his hole clasping hot and soft and loose around that huge shaft, aching deep with each penetration, his own cock desperately hard in Bucky's hand. His knees feel like water; he feels like there's nothing holding him up other than Bucky's arms, Bucky's strength, keeping him right where he wants him.
His face is burning, his lungs struggling for air, pleasure pulled out of him with every stroke of Bucky's fingers along his aching dick. ] Can't--can't get enough, can you, pal? [ He closes his eyes, blind to the parade and the people around them, feeling Bucky work him mercilessly inside and out. ] God, Buck, you feel--
[ He comes with startling speed, pleasure and humiliation making him flush head to toe as he spurts and spurts into his pants, spilling over Bucky's fingers, warm come trickling down to his balls. Bucky's hand wrings it out of him, his cock pushing him over the edge, and Steve knows how much this will please him, making his little lover come where anyone could watch. ]
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[ The crowds press around them, dizzyingly close and loud to where he's being fucked on Bucky's thick, hot length, their bodies pressed close and tight together as Bucky screws into him. He feels himself flushing hot for the words Bucky whispers in his ear, so filthy and sweet--his cockslut, his little whore, his hole available to Bucky to use anywhere, anytime he wants, he's proved that over and over, made Steve take it mercilessly.
The parade's passing right in front of them, and Steve's stretched out so sweetly on Bucky's cock, stinging-hot pleasure impaling him deep, so deep he can almost taste it. He's never felt so huge, so overwhelming as now when Steve is nearly too small to take him. ]
Love it, Buck. [ He chokes out the words, gasping for breath, tears wetting his lashes. ] Love you.
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He doesn't think of the people around anymore, smug that he's claiming his lover under all their oblivious noses, making sure that Steve knows just who he belongs to. He's proving it now, too, in front of hundreds and hundreds of people, and he moves now, slowly. He might love thrusting up inside his lover's hole without pause, but he's not cruel enough to fuck him when he's not ready, especially when he's so small now. ] Baby, don't cry. [ He kisses his earlobe, pretends to point to something right there at the parade to keep up the act for the others while he pulls out, then pushes balls deep inside his sweet little lover again. ] ...Love you, too. You can't imagine how much.
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He trembles, holding tight to Bucky, pulling his hand to his lips and kissing his palm. ] Think I'd--think I'd cry over a punk like you? [ He pulls Bucky's arm around him again. Wraps himself in his lover like a favorite blanket, surrounding him, enveloping him. ] Not a chance.
[ He loves Bucky. He loves him so fiercely he'd die for him, give up anything for him, anywhere he wanted. ]
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He presses his face into the hollow of his Steve's throat, the hollow, bird-like bones of him that he fears will snap if he hugs him too tightly. He does it anyway, his adoration and reverence knowing no boundaries when it comes to Steve.
Letting his lips press against his palm, he starts to fuck him hard, in rough, jerky thrusts, wanting him to remember every inch of him, how it feels when he's fucked right there in public, penetrated and struggling to keep all of him inside. Bucky's breathing a little harder, burning for him.
He reaches down, pushes his hand into his lover's pants to rub at his cock, fondling him, showing him how he's loved in return, how much he matters to him. ] Yeah, you would. [ He teases softly. ] Gonna make you come in front of everyone here, baby.
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His face is burning, his lungs struggling for air, pleasure pulled out of him with every stroke of Bucky's fingers along his aching dick. ] Can't--can't get enough, can you, pal? [ He closes his eyes, blind to the parade and the people around them, feeling Bucky work him mercilessly inside and out. ] God, Buck, you feel--
[ He comes with startling speed, pleasure and humiliation making him flush head to toe as he spurts and spurts into his pants, spilling over Bucky's fingers, warm come trickling down to his balls. Bucky's hand wrings it out of him, his cock pushing him over the edge, and Steve knows how much this will please him, making his little lover come where anyone could watch. ]