[ He loves Bucky's brutal strength, the way it surrounds him--he isn't even jealous of it, though the thing he dislikes most about this form is that he can't protect his best friend the same way. But Steve can do other things for him. He can please him, possess him; he can make Bucky weak in the knees for him just with a smile and a bit of pretty black lace, and that makes him feel stronger. He loves the gentle way Bucky handles him, cradling him effortlessly and trailing soft kisses along his throat and at his ear, the swell of his cock pressing enticingly into his ass; Steve wriggles a little just to feel it, closing his eyes as Bucky's fingers curve around his dick, rubbing and teasing. ]
Pretty fond of you too, pal. [ Steve smiles with his eyes close, lazily tipping back his head at Bucky's urging, turning it so he can be kissed. It's sweet and hot and it melts him, slow pleasure filling his body. He doesn't even mind calling himself Bucky's wife. It's a silly, fun little game, but he wouldn't mind it if they were married for real and he belonged to Bucky forever, if Bucky was his to care for and pleasure for the rest of their lives. ]
You'll have to open it up first. [ The press of Bucky's thick cock against his ass makes him breathless. He turns in his arms, reaching greedily for Bucky's belt, pulling open his pants. ]
[ Oh, easy there, tiger. Bucky makes a soft noise of amusement when his Steve, his precious lover turns in his arms and takes matters into his own hands -- it's what he always loves about him, that he's aggressive, that he doesn't wait for anything to happen; and simply moves forward to take whatever he wants however he wants it.
He exhales warmly, pressing into his hand as he revels in the idea of being married to Steve, to stand by him for better or worse, and to spend all his life with him. He loves him beyond all comprehension, and he grips him tighter, a large hand slipping into Steve's panties to squeeze his ass, to slide his middle finger into his tight, hot little hole. ]
Oh, baby.
[ He groans, his words huskier, rougher. ] I always love pounding into this cute little hole of yours. Gonna spread you open right here, fuck you until you scream.
[ Steve brushes kisses to Bucky's chest as he works his pants open and reaches in to draw out his thick cock in his hand, leaning into him, wanting intimacy, closeness. He tips his head back to look up at his face as Bucky brushes fingers between his cheeks under the panties, sliding one of them into him. ] You--you'd better. [ He strokes Bucky's cock, tugging at it until it's thick and rigid in his hand, a milky bead of precome welling generously from the tip, his own voice huskier too now, breathless. ] I didn't get all dolled up like this for nothing.
[ Ducking down, he steals the taste of that milky bead from the tip of Bucky's cock, musky-bitter on his tongue. Then he spits on his length, rubbing the slick over him with his fingers so that the strokes of his hand are a little smoother, gliding over his hot flesh. ] You know what I like best, Buck? Making you feel good. [ Straightening up again, Steve leans up onto his toes, a little wobbly in his heels, and gently kisses Bucky's mouth. He sighs at the press of his finger into him, working him from the inside, making him shiver and melt and want. ] Because you always make me feel incredible.
Keep going. Tell me how incredible I make you feel.
[ Bucky coaxes warmly, hissing softly at the way his little Steve is so restless, so eager. He rocks back against him with a low groan, his middle finger easing more deeply into his hole. He can never get enough of him, he thinks, not when he's so prettily dolled up for him.
He loves Steve beyond the getup, adores him for all that he is without question, and it's obvious when he meets his eyes in the mirror, adding a second finger to stretch him open a little more. ]
Tell me how I always get you nice and dripping, Stevie. If you had a cunt, you'd be wet for me always, won't you?
Bucky. [ Steve says his name as a half a laugh, half a groan and all breathlessness, both embarrassed and turned on by the idea of him as a woman, him with a cunt always sweet and wet and ready for his lover. He shivers as he rocks back into the press of Bucky's fingers, taking the second one easily, loving the fullness and the heat and the friction they give him, stroking into him. ] If I--I'd always be wet for you, yeah. Dripping for you. [ He closes his eyes and feels himself flushing hot as he says it, voice thickening with arousal. ] But then I wouldn't have to stretch myself open for you. I'd miss that--getting myself ready, thinking about your cock in me.
[ He cups Bucky's face between his hands to kiss him again, soft lips yielding for him, his tongue pressing into his mouth--wanting to taste him, explore him, his Bucky is so warm and beautiful. ] You make me want you inside me all the time. That's why I gotta be ready for you, Buck. I can't wait when you're touching me, I don't have the patience--we didn't have this problem when I was bigger, did we? Didn't have to worry about stretching me out for you. [ He's stroking Bucky's hair back from his face as he talks, soft and sweet and beguiling. ] But now you're just too big, Bucky. You're nearly too much to take.
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Pretty fond of you too, pal. [ Steve smiles with his eyes close, lazily tipping back his head at Bucky's urging, turning it so he can be kissed. It's sweet and hot and it melts him, slow pleasure filling his body. He doesn't even mind calling himself Bucky's wife. It's a silly, fun little game, but he wouldn't mind it if they were married for real and he belonged to Bucky forever, if Bucky was his to care for and pleasure for the rest of their lives. ]
You'll have to open it up first. [ The press of Bucky's thick cock against his ass makes him breathless. He turns in his arms, reaching greedily for Bucky's belt, pulling open his pants. ]
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He exhales warmly, pressing into his hand as he revels in the idea of being married to Steve, to stand by him for better or worse, and to spend all his life with him. He loves him beyond all comprehension, and he grips him tighter, a large hand slipping into Steve's panties to squeeze his ass, to slide his middle finger into his tight, hot little hole. ]
Oh, baby.
[ He groans, his words huskier, rougher. ] I always love pounding into this cute little hole of yours. Gonna spread you open right here, fuck you until you scream.
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[ Ducking down, he steals the taste of that milky bead from the tip of Bucky's cock, musky-bitter on his tongue. Then he spits on his length, rubbing the slick over him with his fingers so that the strokes of his hand are a little smoother, gliding over his hot flesh. ] You know what I like best, Buck? Making you feel good. [ Straightening up again, Steve leans up onto his toes, a little wobbly in his heels, and gently kisses Bucky's mouth. He sighs at the press of his finger into him, working him from the inside, making him shiver and melt and want. ] Because you always make me feel incredible.
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[ Bucky coaxes warmly, hissing softly at the way his little Steve is so restless, so eager. He rocks back against him with a low groan, his middle finger easing more deeply into his hole. He can never get enough of him, he thinks, not when he's so prettily dolled up for him.
He loves Steve beyond the getup, adores him for all that he is without question, and it's obvious when he meets his eyes in the mirror, adding a second finger to stretch him open a little more. ]
Tell me how I always get you nice and dripping, Stevie. If you had a cunt, you'd be wet for me always, won't you?
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[ He cups Bucky's face between his hands to kiss him again, soft lips yielding for him, his tongue pressing into his mouth--wanting to taste him, explore him, his Bucky is so warm and beautiful. ] You make me want you inside me all the time. That's why I gotta be ready for you, Buck. I can't wait when you're touching me, I don't have the patience--we didn't have this problem when I was bigger, did we? Didn't have to worry about stretching me out for you. [ He's stroking Bucky's hair back from his face as he talks, soft and sweet and beguiling. ] But now you're just too big, Bucky. You're nearly too much to take.