[ 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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[ 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.