[ He smothers a low groan against the sheets, pinned down with Bucky's weight leaning into him, his cock sliding smoothly in and out of him where he's so soft and wet and yielding. Bucky's rutting him harder now, filling him up with delicious thrusts, warm trails of semen running down the crease of his ass and dripping over his balls so that Steve feels truly filthy and used. Bucky holds him down easily, mouth on his sharp, skinny shoulders and cock pistoning in and out of his hole, and Steve is soon shuddering, muffling soft cries and low moans into the bedcovers, his whole body jolted awake by pleasure and the possessiveness in his lover, the greed with which he claims him.
It's almost more than he can take, and Bucky knows it, pushing him to his limit over and over; and Steve, all the more stubborn and thorny now than he ever was when he was bigger, will never back down, will never say it's too much. ]
No matter what. [ he whispers, cheeks flushed and eyes fever-bright, glancing back at Bucky with defiance and wanting and love. He braces his elbows against the mattress, pushing back into the thrusts of Bucky's cock, rutting into his fist. Welcoming him in his body, welcoming every touch. ] I'm yours, Buck. Always yours. You can have anything you want.
[ Bucky's words are a ragged growl, ferocious in his passion when he takes as Steve asks, careful not to hurt him at the same time. He knows how much Steve likes it, understands that this is the way his smaller lover shows that he loves him. His hands roam, exploring, possessive and loving at the very same time, and he makes sure he has room to breathe before he slams up inside his deliciously slick little hole, balls slapping obscenely against his ass as he ruts into him.
They're like animals right here, fucking shamelessly in the privacy of their room, sharing an intimacy that is exclusively, irrevocably theirs. He sinks into him, drowns in him, and he presses bruising kisses down the thin line of his shoulder, leaving his mark on snow-fair skin.
Before long, he's getting off of him, pulling his little Steve atop him. ]
Ride me. Want to look at you when you take your pleasure, Stevie. Just like the old days, huh?
[ He makes soft noises as Bucky slams into him, punched-out exhales and low moans, his body rocked on elbows and knees by the force of his lover's thrusts. The speed and ferocity of Bucky's fucking picks up until Steve is dazed with it, well and truly awake now, panting for breath as he's rutted, mated and filled, fucked again and again until his hole feels soft and hot and swollen, stinging with heat, every nerve lit with pleasure. He reaches back blindly, gripping Bucky's hair as he leaves marks along the sharp contour of his shoulder, fingers stroking frantically through the strands, wanting more, wanting to drown in Bucky, wanting to give him everything he needs, be a safe haven for him, his harbor and home.
He gasps for breath as Bucky pulls out of him and tugs him over, astride him, and before long Steve is the one pinning him down with all the strength in his small hands, fitting his mouth to Bucky's with greedy tenderness. Bucky is his. Bucky is his, and Steve will be the one to please him, to take his cock again and again, give him as much pleasure and release as he could need. ] Like to watch, pal? [ His voice is breathless and his entire body flushed and trembling as he pulls Bucky's thick cock to his hole, pressing the blunt head snugly against him, but still there's a glint of wickedness in his blue eyes. ] Want to see me take you like this? When you're almost too big for me? [ Steve's eyes close, teeth sinking into his lower lip as he presses himself down onto Bucky's cock, pushing it up inside him. His hips rock unsteadily as he takes more and more of him in, sinking down on him, impaling himself: he's never felt so full in his life. He settles with a gasp across Bucky's hips, giving a stubborn roll of his hips that has him biting back a moan. ] God. Bucky. You feel--
[ Of course he loves watching -- there's nothing more arousing than seeing his beloved in action. Steve is beautiful in all the ways that count, look at him, rocked by the force of his thrusts, the way he's filled up over and over again. Bucky is wildly possessive of him, demanding and rough and reveling in the way Steve's similarly so, happy to be gripped tight, to mold into him so much so that they're hopelessly tangled with each other.
He gives him more, more, breath hot and heavy -- intent to take Steve up on that promise. He loves the look in his eyes, adores the way Steve aches for more even after this. He pants, hot and heavy as he rolls his hips right again, just the way he knows he likes it, intent to tear that moan from his lips. He wants to hear it. ]
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It's almost more than he can take, and Bucky knows it, pushing him to his limit over and over; and Steve, all the more stubborn and thorny now than he ever was when he was bigger, will never back down, will never say it's too much. ]
No matter what. [ he whispers, cheeks flushed and eyes fever-bright, glancing back at Bucky with defiance and wanting and love. He braces his elbows against the mattress, pushing back into the thrusts of Bucky's cock, rutting into his fist. Welcoming him in his body, welcoming every touch. ] I'm yours, Buck. Always yours. You can have anything you want.
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[ Bucky's words are a ragged growl, ferocious in his passion when he takes as Steve asks, careful not to hurt him at the same time. He knows how much Steve likes it, understands that this is the way his smaller lover shows that he loves him. His hands roam, exploring, possessive and loving at the very same time, and he makes sure he has room to breathe before he slams up inside his deliciously slick little hole, balls slapping obscenely against his ass as he ruts into him.
They're like animals right here, fucking shamelessly in the privacy of their room, sharing an intimacy that is exclusively, irrevocably theirs. He sinks into him, drowns in him, and he presses bruising kisses down the thin line of his shoulder, leaving his mark on snow-fair skin.
Before long, he's getting off of him, pulling his little Steve atop him. ]
Ride me. Want to look at you when you take your pleasure, Stevie. Just like the old days, huh?
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He gasps for breath as Bucky pulls out of him and tugs him over, astride him, and before long Steve is the one pinning him down with all the strength in his small hands, fitting his mouth to Bucky's with greedy tenderness. Bucky is his. Bucky is his, and Steve will be the one to please him, to take his cock again and again, give him as much pleasure and release as he could need. ] Like to watch, pal? [ His voice is breathless and his entire body flushed and trembling as he pulls Bucky's thick cock to his hole, pressing the blunt head snugly against him, but still there's a glint of wickedness in his blue eyes. ] Want to see me take you like this? When you're almost too big for me? [ Steve's eyes close, teeth sinking into his lower lip as he presses himself down onto Bucky's cock, pushing it up inside him. His hips rock unsteadily as he takes more and more of him in, sinking down on him, impaling himself: he's never felt so full in his life. He settles with a gasp across Bucky's hips, giving a stubborn roll of his hips that has him biting back a moan. ] God. Bucky. You feel--
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He gives him more, more, breath hot and heavy -- intent to take Steve up on that promise. He loves the look in his eyes, adores the way Steve aches for more even after this. He pants, hot and heavy as he rolls his hips right again, just the way he knows he likes it, intent to tear that moan from his lips. He wants to hear it. ]