[ 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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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. ]