[ Steve is lucky to have him, he knows that every day, especially when Bucky brings him a glass of their favorite wine. He remembers it, the evening they'd spent together finishing up the bottle, and he made love to him over and over again, fucking him right into the mattress and rendering him undone.
His jaw is set, still, despite his lover's best intentions, and he runs his fingers through Bucky's dark hair, letting the strands spill through them, petting him when he settles by his feet like an obedient kitten. ]
A little. It's been an infuriating day. [ He exhales, and takes a sip, setting it to the side, frowning a little. ] You're the only good thing that happened today.
[ Bucky's voice is still low, soft, as though to coax Steve into an equally gentle frame of mind. He leans into Steve's hand in his hair, looking up at him--jaw still set, anger and tension in the lines of his body, yet his fingers in Bucky's hair are tender. He's never touched him with the intent to harm, and Bucky's never felt anything but love and kindness in his hands, even when he's tormenting him, taking him apart. ] I want you to have only good things, Steve. [ He kisses the palm of Steve's hand when it's in reach. ] But I want to be the best thing that happens to you.
[ He turns his head and rubs his cheek against Steve's inner thigh, against the luxurious fabric of his tailored suit trousers. Bucky nudges further between his legs, inquisitive, and leans his head down to Steve's lap, resting his cheek over the bulge of his cock. ] Can't have you like this. I'm here for your pleasure, Steve. What would it say about me if I let you go on feeling infuriated? [ Bucky turns his head and brushes his lips to Steve's cock through the fabric of his trousers, tracing the shape of it slowly. ] Drink your wine.
[ Steve's fingers curl gently, indulgently when he feels those lips press against his palm, sweet and loving. He smiles, just a little. How can he not feel a little better when those sinful lips are pressed so lovingly against his trousers?
His cock is twitching, responding to Bucky like it always would, and he shifts in his seat, aware of his lover's plans and more than happy to welcome them. ]
You are the best thing that happens to me. [ All the time, always; Steve will swear on that. He takes another sip of his wine, pleased with him as he obeys those instructions, curious to see what he does next. Stroking his hair absently, he plays with his glass. ] Partners in the other firms messed up on what's supposed to be an easy, straightforward deal.
[ He can't help the shiver of pleasure it gives him when Steve's fingers card absently through his hair, the way they have other times when Bucky is naked on his knees, warming Steve's cock with his mouth as he attends to something else--a phone call, a meal, a report. He never feels quite so kept as he does in moments like that. He nuzzles Steve's cock with his lips, his mouth watering in an almost Pavlovian reaction, his own dick starting to ache, starting to harden in his pants. He likes those times when Steve treats him as his plaything, an object for his pleasure, but he likes this, too, the gentle intimacy between them, being trusted with Steve's cares and his secrets. ]
And you're thinking that if you had taken charge that never would have happened. [ Bucky suggests, easing open the buckle of Steve's belt, unfastening his trousers. ] But you can't be everywhere at once. [ He draws Steve's cock out to the open air, still mostly soft but harder than it was a few moments ago. Bucky presses his lips to the head, closing his eyes, and takes it a little into his mouth, sucking gently. His eyes lift up to Steve's face as he pulls free after a few moments, letting the spit-slicked crown tap against his chin. ] You'll fix it tomorrow. You'll make some calls, go see them in person if you have to.
[ He ducks his head for a moment to press his mouth to Steve's hip in a soft kiss. It's a strange feeling, this sudden shyness, especially for a whore. ] I'll come with you, if you want.
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?
[ There's a fissure of arousal that goes tingling up his spine when Steve guides him back to his cock, gentle and commanding. He loves the hands that firmly push him down on his hardening shaft again, Bucky's lips spreading wide around it, the broad head brushing heavy and hot over his tongue. He loves being touched, being used like an object for Steve's pleasure, available any time he desires; even when he initiates sex there is always the sense that he is Steve's kept whore, belonging to him. It should shame him, humiliate him, but Bucky's never had any other client like Steve, he's never known anyone that he wanted to belong to. It's a sweet, easy thing to be his, to let Steve fill him day after day, body and soul.
Bucky nurses softly at Steve's cock, eyes drifting closed, letting it inch deeper and deeper into his mouth until it fully hardens. Soon he's trying valiantly to swallow around it--Bucky is good at deep-throating, practiced at it, but Steve's cock is something else, so dizzyingly huge, filling him up until tears sting his eyes and he's sure he's going to choke.
He swallows around it anyway, face buried in Steve's lap, determined to suckle and pleasure him until the burdens of the day drop off his shoulders and his only interest is Bucky, using his willing whore until he's satisfied. He draws off of him at last to breathe, to glance up at him and answer, eyes blown huge and dark and his lips red and swollen. ]
Don't ever have to find out. I'm yours, remember? [ Bucky nuzzles at his cock again and takes it into his mouth, bobbing his head and sucking devotedly. ]
[ Steve adjusts and makes a soft noise of approval, of pleasure -- he loves it when Bucky does this so easily, so eagerly, when his throat closes over the thick, ruddy length of his cock like he'd been born to have it in his mouth. He hears the erotically obscene sounds of sucking, the way his lovely lips and tongue take him in, and the beauty of his face when he looks up at him.
Bucky is beloved above all else, pampered and used where Steve sees fit; and this is an understanding they both have with each other. He would fill him day after day, adore and pour every drop of seed into his waiting mouth or his hole, watching him be overwhelmed by his cock, or the force of his passions.
He reaches for his phone, looking away from Bucky to return a few texts -- if he wants Steve to pay attention to him, he's got to have to try harder. His thumb strokes over his lover's mouth absently, as if petting a cat. ] Mmm, that's nice.
[ It thrills him to hear that answer, that soft promise: he belongs to Steve, he swore it and signed himself to him, long before he understood what it would truly mean to be owned by a man like this. Bucky never would have agreed, though, if it were anyone else. He loves Steve so hopelessly, his strong hands and his great heart, so fiercely protective of Bucky; he loves his body, too, broad and beautiful, his mouth and cock, his wicked mind. Steve overwhelms him, and Bucky wants nothing more than to be on his knees for him, to please him and be used for his pleasure.
He suckles at Steve's cock like he was made for this, with fierce devotion, swallowing eagerly around the hot, rigid length that nudges into his throat. His cheeks hollow, lips wet and swollen as they slide up and down his shaft, as Bucky bobs his head in his lap, pressing down as deep as he can until his nose is buried in blond curls and his chin presses to Steve's balls. The musky, hot scent of Steve's body fills his lungs, arousing him until he aches, flushed all over. The flush deepens as Steve pets and praises him absently, reaching for his phone--a hot edge of humiliation sliding over him, a shamed kind of pleasure.
He loves being treated like Steve's pet, his plaything. A toy good for pleasure but little else, not worth any notice when he's down on his knees except for how good he is at bringing Steve off. His sweet little whore.
Bucky tries, he does his best for Steve's pleasure. Moans around his length for him, eyes closing in concentration as he sucks and licks, the heel of his hand kneading gently at Steve's balls. Working his mouth and throat around him, never letting him slip out, eager to feel him come, for a load of thick semen spilled down his throat. ]
[ 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. ]
[ Bucky's jaw is aching soon as he goes on sucking Steve's cock, keeping it warm and wet with his mouth, swollen lips stretched around it. Steve is soon fucking his mouth with shallow little jerks of his hips, but that's all--not coming yet, not giving him anything more than the slight rocking of his hips and his fingers petting occasionally through his hair as he continues to text--he lets Bucky pleasure him, bob his head into his lap over and over, wet eager mouth sliding up and down his shaft until there's a whimper of need that climbs out of Bucky's throat, his own dick achingly hard in his trousers. The humiliation of it, being used for pleasure, it sinks under his skin and makes him so hard he can barely stand it, he just needs--
He needs Steve's hand sliding into his hair, gripping as he starts to fuck his face in earnest, pushing Bucky down on his cock, pushing into his throat again and again. He moans before he remembers that Steve is on the phone, he wants him to be silent while he uses him, ruts into his mouth and his throat; Bucky fists himself desperately through his pants, swallowing around Steve's cock until tears wet his lashes. ]
[ And Steve, well, Steve comes in thick, sticky copious ropes, his soft grunt of pleasure quickly buried by a chuckle so that the party on the other end knows no better. Bucky's always been damn good with his mouth, and this is his reward.
He could feel his sperm slide down his lover's throat, he could feel the intoxicating joy of Bucky's submission, his eagerness for him, and he's unable to help himself when he reaches down and brushes the tears from those long, beautiful eyelashes. And oh, just look at him like this, those sinfully red lips wrapped so tightly around his cock that it's impossible for Steve to breathe.
Steve cradles the back of his head when he spurts, spurts and spurts again, making his sweet little Bucky drink every drop before he ends the conversation with a sigh, tossing the phone to the side to focus on him. He slips out of his mouth with a pop, wet and half-hard, and he gently wipes his thumb over Bucky's bottom lip, regarding him with love, with kindness. ]
You did a fantastic job, Buck. Look at you, you've got your reward, haven't you? Did it taste good?
[ 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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His jaw is set, still, despite his lover's best intentions, and he runs his fingers through Bucky's dark hair, letting the strands spill through them, petting him when he settles by his feet like an obedient kitten. ]
A little. It's been an infuriating day. [ He exhales, and takes a sip, setting it to the side, frowning a little. ] You're the only good thing that happened today.
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[ Bucky's voice is still low, soft, as though to coax Steve into an equally gentle frame of mind. He leans into Steve's hand in his hair, looking up at him--jaw still set, anger and tension in the lines of his body, yet his fingers in Bucky's hair are tender. He's never touched him with the intent to harm, and Bucky's never felt anything but love and kindness in his hands, even when he's tormenting him, taking him apart. ] I want you to have only good things, Steve. [ He kisses the palm of Steve's hand when it's in reach. ] But I want to be the best thing that happens to you.
[ He turns his head and rubs his cheek against Steve's inner thigh, against the luxurious fabric of his tailored suit trousers. Bucky nudges further between his legs, inquisitive, and leans his head down to Steve's lap, resting his cheek over the bulge of his cock. ] Can't have you like this. I'm here for your pleasure, Steve. What would it say about me if I let you go on feeling infuriated? [ Bucky turns his head and brushes his lips to Steve's cock through the fabric of his trousers, tracing the shape of it slowly. ] Drink your wine.
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His cock is twitching, responding to Bucky like it always would, and he shifts in his seat, aware of his lover's plans and more than happy to welcome them. ]
You are the best thing that happens to me. [ All the time, always; Steve will swear on that. He takes another sip of his wine, pleased with him as he obeys those instructions, curious to see what he does next. Stroking his hair absently, he plays with his glass. ] Partners in the other firms messed up on what's supposed to be an easy, straightforward deal.
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And you're thinking that if you had taken charge that never would have happened. [ Bucky suggests, easing open the buckle of Steve's belt, unfastening his trousers. ] But you can't be everywhere at once. [ He draws Steve's cock out to the open air, still mostly soft but harder than it was a few moments ago. Bucky presses his lips to the head, closing his eyes, and takes it a little into his mouth, sucking gently. His eyes lift up to Steve's face as he pulls free after a few moments, letting the spit-slicked crown tap against his chin. ] You'll fix it tomorrow. You'll make some calls, go see them in person if you have to.
[ He ducks his head for a moment to press his mouth to Steve's hip in a soft kiss. It's a strange feeling, this sudden shyness, especially for a whore. ] I'll come with you, if you want.
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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?
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Bucky nurses softly at Steve's cock, eyes drifting closed, letting it inch deeper and deeper into his mouth until it fully hardens. Soon he's trying valiantly to swallow around it--Bucky is good at deep-throating, practiced at it, but Steve's cock is something else, so dizzyingly huge, filling him up until tears sting his eyes and he's sure he's going to choke.
He swallows around it anyway, face buried in Steve's lap, determined to suckle and pleasure him until the burdens of the day drop off his shoulders and his only interest is Bucky, using his willing whore until he's satisfied. He draws off of him at last to breathe, to glance up at him and answer, eyes blown huge and dark and his lips red and swollen. ]
Don't ever have to find out. I'm yours, remember? [ Bucky nuzzles at his cock again and takes it into his mouth, bobbing his head and sucking devotedly. ]
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[ Steve adjusts and makes a soft noise of approval, of pleasure -- he loves it when Bucky does this so easily, so eagerly, when his throat closes over the thick, ruddy length of his cock like he'd been born to have it in his mouth. He hears the erotically obscene sounds of sucking, the way his lovely lips and tongue take him in, and the beauty of his face when he looks up at him.
Bucky is beloved above all else, pampered and used where Steve sees fit; and this is an understanding they both have with each other. He would fill him day after day, adore and pour every drop of seed into his waiting mouth or his hole, watching him be overwhelmed by his cock, or the force of his passions.
He reaches for his phone, looking away from Bucky to return a few texts -- if he wants Steve to pay attention to him, he's got to have to try harder. His thumb strokes over his lover's mouth absently, as if petting a cat. ] Mmm, that's nice.
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He suckles at Steve's cock like he was made for this, with fierce devotion, swallowing eagerly around the hot, rigid length that nudges into his throat. His cheeks hollow, lips wet and swollen as they slide up and down his shaft, as Bucky bobs his head in his lap, pressing down as deep as he can until his nose is buried in blond curls and his chin presses to Steve's balls. The musky, hot scent of Steve's body fills his lungs, arousing him until he aches, flushed all over. The flush deepens as Steve pets and praises him absently, reaching for his phone--a hot edge of humiliation sliding over him, a shamed kind of pleasure.
He loves being treated like Steve's pet, his plaything. A toy good for pleasure but little else, not worth any notice when he's down on his knees except for how good he is at bringing Steve off. His sweet little whore.
Bucky tries, he does his best for Steve's pleasure. Moans around his length for him, eyes closing in concentration as he sucks and licks, the heel of his hand kneading gently at Steve's balls. Working his mouth and throat around him, never letting him slip out, eager to feel him come, for a load of thick semen spilled down his throat. ]
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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. ]
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He needs Steve's hand sliding into his hair, gripping as he starts to fuck his face in earnest, pushing Bucky down on his cock, pushing into his throat again and again. He moans before he remembers that Steve is on the phone, he wants him to be silent while he uses him, ruts into his mouth and his throat; Bucky fists himself desperately through his pants, swallowing around Steve's cock until tears wet his lashes. ]
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He could feel his sperm slide down his lover's throat, he could feel the intoxicating joy of Bucky's submission, his eagerness for him, and he's unable to help himself when he reaches down and brushes the tears from those long, beautiful eyelashes. And oh, just look at him like this, those sinfully red lips wrapped so tightly around his cock that it's impossible for Steve to breathe.
Steve cradles the back of his head when he spurts, spurts and spurts again, making his sweet little Bucky drink every drop before he ends the conversation with a sigh, tossing the phone to the side to focus on him. He slips out of his mouth with a pop, wet and half-hard, and he gently wipes his thumb over Bucky's bottom lip, regarding him with love, with kindness. ]
You did a fantastic job, Buck. Look at you, you've got your reward, haven't you? Did it taste good?
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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.