It never would have happened under me. [ Bucky is his whore, that's the thing. He is his lover, his soulmate, his whore, his everything -- and they both know it. And this is what they're both comfortable with; Bucky is so at ease at Steve's knee, and he doesn't pull him closer, continuing his idle touch as he contemplates his words. Arousal tingles down his spine, but he trusts in his Bucky to fan the flames, to bring it to a full boil.

He's looking forward to it, to have him be a distraction from his problems. Bucky is trusted, beloved, and Steve exhales quietly when he feels his trousers being unfastened, the tip of it in that sinfully sweet mouth. Oh, he's good. He's so good at this, and Steve only smiles down at him, cupping his face when he presses a kiss to his hipbone.

Steve adores him, and he doesn't hide it, his eyes kind and loving as he swipes his thumb and guides him firmly back to his cock. ] It'll bore you, Buck. I know corporate politics aren't your thing. It's barely even mine. [ He pushes his cock into his mouth, commanding, quietly guiding him to suckle, to nurse at his cock. ]

But still... what am I ever going to do without you?