[ Steve sighs, feeling that wet, yielding mouth around him -- his Bucky has always been fantastic at sucking cock, wonderful at drawing out pleasure and sending tingles down his spine. He's always loved how talented the man is with his mouth, adoring him, worshiping him in other moments. Steve shares his life with him, shares everything that matters and protects him, thrilled by the sharpness of Bucky's mind and the love that he gives.
He knows that he's privileged, that Bucky could just as well say no, refuse him, but he doesn't. So he praises him, humiliates his precious little cockslut and gives him what he wants. He continues texting, but his hips jerk into his mouth as Bucky keeps his cock nice and wet and slick.
Gently tapping his cheek to make sure he's silent, he calls an associate. This time, however, his hand moves to Bucky's head, and Steve make sure to jerk his hips, fucking his pretty, pretty face hard, dick sliding down his throat over and over again. Quiet, lover. He's on the phone. ]
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He knows that he's privileged, that Bucky could just as well say no, refuse him, but he doesn't. So he praises him, humiliates his precious little cockslut and gives him what he wants. He continues texting, but his hips jerk into his mouth as Bucky keeps his cock nice and wet and slick.
Gently tapping his cheek to make sure he's silent, he calls an associate. This time, however, his hand moves to Bucky's head, and Steve make sure to jerk his hips, fucking his pretty, pretty face hard, dick sliding down his throat over and over again. Quiet, lover. He's on the phone. ]