[ Bucky hesitates only for a moment, quietly alert to the sound of his breathing, making sure that it's not another onset of asthma before he continues, keeping that small, lithe body flush against him. He gives Steve a little bit of a reprieve when he holds him right there, still inside of him.
He's thick, ridged and large inside that tight, cute little hole, and Bucky is more than turned on by the way his Steve struggles to take him inside, to accommodate him. He's nearly lifted off his toes, and it feels Bucky with a masculine smugness to know that he's doing this to him.
He grips him tight, possesses and claims him before he starts to move, to fuck him in earnest, his balls pressing up against Steve's adorable little ass with every long, harsh thrust. ] You can take it. Love you, too -- swallow my cock up, Stevie -- show me you're my slut --
[ 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. ]
[ Bucky says softly, giving his Steve's cute little ass a tight slap, then another when he feels him come, breath catching at the way his body tightens around him. He knows just how damn reactive Steve is, adores every moment of it despite himself, but he loves watching his handprint appear on that fair, fair skin, too. ]
I never said you could come.
[ He fucks him harder, slamming up against him passionately, rutting into him like he's dying to be all the way inside of him, feeling Steve's tight little hole cling to him, as if wanting to milk his cock of every drop. He moves back to sit on a chair, tugging Steve sharply against him so that he's completely impaled on his dick, pinned and nowhere to go.
He reaches around to squeeze Steve's sticky, softened cock, feeling his come spilling from those panties, leaking down his balls to Bucky's. ] You dirty little slut, you're so desperate for cock, aren't you?
Bucky-- [ He lets out a startled groan when Bucky pulls him down onto his lap, letting Steve sink all the way down on him, his legs spread over Bucky's and dangling, nothing to brace himself against, nothing to stop him from being split and impaled on his lover's dick. His entire body shudders, reflexively clenching on the thick, rigid length hilted all the way inside of him, grasping helplessly with the overstimulation of being fucked after orgasm. It's punishment for coming so soon, his Bucky deliciously, dangerously greedy, fucking him so hard as to leave him with no doubt of who he belongs to. Steve cries out, another little spurt of seed forced out of him as Bucky's hand wraps around his softened cock, working him inside and out. ]
Buck, please, I-- [ He feels almost delirious, pleading words falling from his lips, his body writhing on Bucky's cock, and Steve has wanted this more than anything, he's wanted his lover to overwhelm him completely, give him more than he can take and punish him for every little failure, every time he comes without permission, every plea for mercy. Bucky's so deep in him he can't feel anything else. He's gasping, the breath forced from his lungs with every thrust. ] Need your cock. Need it so bad.
You have it. [ Bucky promises, when he ruts into him like an animal in heat, fucks him and forces his pretty little lover to accommodate, impaling him on his dick and spread open so obscenely, so beautifully. He's merciless, delighted at the little spurt of seed he'd forced out of Steve, adoring the way he's so overwhelmed.
He keeps pushing, keeps fucking him, buried so deep that he cannot imagine anything else would be better than this. His hands are rough, jerking his cock off even though he knows that Steve needs time to get hard again, overloading him with stimulation and going for more. ]
You have all of me, Stevie. [ He promises, before he stiffens and comes inside of him, copious spurts of hot, milky-white sperm flooding inside Steve, so much that he's already starting to leak. ] Is -- this what you want?
Bucky, please. [ He doesn't know what he's begging for, trembling and damp with sweat all over, his skin hot and prickling, his ass so stretched and full he can barely take it. He doesn't know if he's begging for it to end or begging for more, squirming helplessly on Bucky's dick as he ruts up into him, thick and hard, and jerks him off relentlessly, fingers working his softened, oversensitive cock until it starts to stiffen again. His body can never get enough, it seems--he can be fucked until he's a come-filled mess, wrung out against the sheets, barely able to move, and he'll still get hard again for Bucky's hand manipulating him, for Bucky's cock splitting him apart. And the worst part (the best part) is that Bucky knows it. He knows it, and he never fails to use the knowledge against him, to make Steve take more pleasure than this little body can hold.
The flood of hot, sticky come inside of him makes him shudder, the feeling of Bucky's cock pulsing in his ass as it spurts load after load of thick semen. Steve moans for it, head turned back so that he can bury his face against the side of Bucky's throat, breathe the hot sweat-and-metal scent of him. He loves Bucky's come, loves taking a sweet, thick load of it in the ass or down his throat, loves to feel it dripping out of him. Bucky knows that, too.
He's hard again now, aching in Bucky's fingers and squirming on him urgently; he couldn't stand it if he stopped now. ] Want you. You feel so good in me.
[ Bucky murmurs, because he knows just how much his cute little lover enjoys it -- it's a marvel that his small body's taking it all in, and a part of him is worried that he'd break something or other, or damage Steve irrevocably, but he's still squirming around him like the world's sweetest slut, and Bucky can't help but jerk up inside him again, making more come leak out of his lover's hole.
Oh, he's beautiful, he's lovely and everything that Bucky ever wants, and look, he's hard again. Bucky hisses when he feels Steve's cock getting harder, delighted at how he squirms on him. He thrusts his hand into those lace panties, fondling him through the sticky mess he'd made of it earlier, squeezing him gently. Steve's balls are snug in his palm, and he groans. ]
You're an insatiable little cockslut, Stevie. You got hard just by having my come inside you?
[ He takes it all, every drop of Bucky's thick seed, hot slick ropes of it filling him up inside until it's trickling from his hole. He takes everything Bucky gives him without breaking, though he's gasping and trembling and rocking in little motions on his cock, stretched-out and split apart, Bucky's erection hardly flagging for a moment. He won't be down for the count this early; Steve knows that, he knows the effect of the serum on his best friend's body and how long his cock will stay hard. He'll take his pleasure again and again, fill Steve with load after load of seed before he's done, and Steve can't help but want it until his little hole feels broken open, stretched and loose and sloppy with come.
His ears burn at the way Bucky talks, low and filthy, calling him humiliating names; he can't help but love it. ] Can't help it, Buck. [ He answers him in a soft, pleading voice, squirming on him as Bucky squeezes his hard dick, and Steve loves this, too, begging him, pretending to apologize for being his greedy little whore. ] You--you won't stop, will you? Please. I'll do anything you want.
[ Bucky growls quietly in his ear, and he knows how much Steve adores being trash-talked, humiliated and degraded in the most lovely ways. Look at him now -- at the way Steve struggles to take him in, knowing that they're just getting started.
Steve is in for a long, long night, and Bucky squeezes him briefly again before he tears the fabric of the panties apart, freeing Steve's cock and letting it spring free. He's a mess, he thinks, and he pulls out of him roughly, turning him around and shoving him onto his knees.
Anything, is it?
Bucky's dick is still hard, leaking come and dripping onto the floor, but he grips Steve's chin roughly, his eyes dark with incredible lust. ]
[ 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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He's thick, ridged and large inside that tight, cute little hole, and Bucky is more than turned on by the way his Steve struggles to take him inside, to accommodate him. He's nearly lifted off his toes, and it feels Bucky with a masculine smugness to know that he's doing this to him.
He grips him tight, possesses and claims him before he starts to move, to fuck him in earnest, his balls pressing up against Steve's adorable little ass with every long, harsh thrust. ] You can take it. Love you, too -- swallow my cock up, Stevie -- show me you're my slut --
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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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[ Bucky says softly, giving his Steve's cute little ass a tight slap, then another when he feels him come, breath catching at the way his body tightens around him. He knows just how damn reactive Steve is, adores every moment of it despite himself, but he loves watching his handprint appear on that fair, fair skin, too. ]
I never said you could come.
[ He fucks him harder, slamming up against him passionately, rutting into him like he's dying to be all the way inside of him, feeling Steve's tight little hole cling to him, as if wanting to milk his cock of every drop. He moves back to sit on a chair, tugging Steve sharply against him so that he's completely impaled on his dick, pinned and nowhere to go.
He reaches around to squeeze Steve's sticky, softened cock, feeling his come spilling from those panties, leaking down his balls to Bucky's. ] You dirty little slut, you're so desperate for cock, aren't you?
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Buck, please, I-- [ He feels almost delirious, pleading words falling from his lips, his body writhing on Bucky's cock, and Steve has wanted this more than anything, he's wanted his lover to overwhelm him completely, give him more than he can take and punish him for every little failure, every time he comes without permission, every plea for mercy. Bucky's so deep in him he can't feel anything else. He's gasping, the breath forced from his lungs with every thrust. ] Need your cock. Need it so bad.
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He keeps pushing, keeps fucking him, buried so deep that he cannot imagine anything else would be better than this. His hands are rough, jerking his cock off even though he knows that Steve needs time to get hard again, overloading him with stimulation and going for more. ]
You have all of me, Stevie. [ He promises, before he stiffens and comes inside of him, copious spurts of hot, milky-white sperm flooding inside Steve, so much that he's already starting to leak. ] Is -- this what you want?
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The flood of hot, sticky come inside of him makes him shudder, the feeling of Bucky's cock pulsing in his ass as it spurts load after load of thick semen. Steve moans for it, head turned back so that he can bury his face against the side of Bucky's throat, breathe the hot sweat-and-metal scent of him. He loves Bucky's come, loves taking a sweet, thick load of it in the ass or down his throat, loves to feel it dripping out of him. Bucky knows that, too.
He's hard again now, aching in Bucky's fingers and squirming on him urgently; he couldn't stand it if he stopped now. ] Want you. You feel so good in me.
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[ Bucky murmurs, because he knows just how much his cute little lover enjoys it -- it's a marvel that his small body's taking it all in, and a part of him is worried that he'd break something or other, or damage Steve irrevocably, but he's still squirming around him like the world's sweetest slut, and Bucky can't help but jerk up inside him again, making more come leak out of his lover's hole.
Oh, he's beautiful, he's lovely and everything that Bucky ever wants, and look, he's hard again. Bucky hisses when he feels Steve's cock getting harder, delighted at how he squirms on him. He thrusts his hand into those lace panties, fondling him through the sticky mess he'd made of it earlier, squeezing him gently. Steve's balls are snug in his palm, and he groans. ]
You're an insatiable little cockslut, Stevie. You got hard just by having my come inside you?
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His ears burn at the way Bucky talks, low and filthy, calling him humiliating names; he can't help but love it. ] Can't help it, Buck. [ He answers him in a soft, pleading voice, squirming on him as Bucky squeezes his hard dick, and Steve loves this, too, begging him, pretending to apologize for being his greedy little whore. ] You--you won't stop, will you? Please. I'll do anything you want.
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[ Bucky growls quietly in his ear, and he knows how much Steve adores being trash-talked, humiliated and degraded in the most lovely ways. Look at him now -- at the way Steve struggles to take him in, knowing that they're just getting started.
Steve is in for a long, long night, and Bucky squeezes him briefly again before he tears the fabric of the panties apart, freeing Steve's cock and letting it spring free. He's a mess, he thinks, and he pulls out of him roughly, turning him around and shoving him onto his knees.
Anything, is it?
Bucky's dick is still hard, leaking come and dripping onto the floor, but he grips Steve's chin roughly, his eyes dark with incredible lust. ]
Suck.
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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. ]