[ He's nearly choking on Steve's cock, on the thick, plentiful spurts of seed that slide down his throat as he swallows desperately around him, trying to keep up. Bucky almost can't, thin pearly trails of semen and saliva spilling out of his lips at the slick, musky taste of Steve's come fills up his mouth, and the feeling of being used for Steve's pleasure is so perfect, all-encompassing. Steve's hand in his hair pushes him casually down on his cock again and again, fucking his throat through his release, feeding him his seed until his stomach feels tight and full. His soft moan gets lost in it, the tears wiped from his lashes by the gentle stroke of Steve's thumb, and Bucky knows that no matter what Steve pretends he has nothing but love and regard for him, that having Bucky as his own whore, his own prize, is everything that he wants.
He trembles and pants as Steve finishes his conversation and slides heavy from his mouth, his thumb catching the stains of seed on Bucky's swollen lips; his eyes are dark and hazy with need as he looks up at Steve, catching that thumb between gentle teeth. He licks at it with a shy tongue, flushed hot with shame and pleasure. Steve knows him so well, knows that making Bucky swallow his release is all the reward he could need, even if he's denied his own pleasure. ]
Yeah. [ His voice is soft as he nuzzles into Steve's hand like a pet seeking affection. ] I love the way you taste.
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He trembles and pants as Steve finishes his conversation and slides heavy from his mouth, his thumb catching the stains of seed on Bucky's swollen lips; his eyes are dark and hazy with need as he looks up at Steve, catching that thumb between gentle teeth. He licks at it with a shy tongue, flushed hot with shame and pleasure. Steve knows him so well, knows that making Bucky swallow his release is all the reward he could need, even if he's denied his own pleasure. ]
Yeah. [ His voice is soft as he nuzzles into Steve's hand like a pet seeking affection. ] I love the way you taste.