Oh hell, Bucky’s never heard such a deliciously dirty sound than the one dragged out of Steve, only to be swallowed up by Bucky as his back comes up sharply against the cabinet. It gets a shaky groan in return from Bucky: a strong set of hands clutch at Bucky’s hips to keep him there even as Steve turns as easily as a dancer and sends them staggering backwards so hard that a flare of hot blunt pain blossoms from his back as it impacts hard with the wall.
The sound that gets dragged outta Bucky as Steve covers his body and his shoulder-blades smart from the impact is shamefully filthy and wanting. It’s like a dam’s broke: no doll’s ever handled him like this. The blood’s practically running downwards right for his dick as Buck gasps for the air that was knocked out of him, and jerks right against the hips slotted against his. Bucky’s always been so careful with his girls, but now here’s Steve, and neither of them gotta treat each other like dance.
Bucky’s head falls back to knock against the cracked wall, eyes fluttering shut as Steve’s beard scratches at his throat, as Steve nips and kisses against a pulse thrumming harder underneath. Plaster peppers the ground below them, peppers his boots as Steve scrabbles at Bucky’s shirt; it ends up ripped open and Bucky swears harshly under his breath as his hips snap up to grind against the hardening shaft tucked away in Steve’s jeans, and he curls his leg up to dig his heel into Steve’s lower back.
There’s too much between them. Bucky’s squirms gracelessly out of his shirt, skin prickling against the cold air and the furnace of Steve’s hard form pressed against his as Bucky’s hands claw through Steve’s hair and mess it up completely; here he didn’t even have the energy to jerk himself off even when he had some privacy - just didn’t seem worth the effort - but all it takes is Steve’s lips and he’s revved up like he’s making up for lost time.
Bucky claws at Steve’s clothes, at the bulky jacket that he fumbles clumsily off Steve just so he can slide his hands up the hard planes of Steve’s stomach, fingernails dragging against smooth skin as their lips crash together once again and Bucky, without a second thought, slides his tongue hot and insistent past those perfect lips as his hips move like they got a mind of their own. Instinct has him rock from the wall against Steve’s fly, desperate for more friction as his own dick quickly gets with the program.
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Date: 2022-04-24 07:55 pm (UTC)The sound that gets dragged outta Bucky as Steve covers his body and his shoulder-blades smart from the impact is shamefully filthy and wanting. It’s like a dam’s broke: no doll’s ever handled him like this. The blood’s practically running downwards right for his dick as Buck gasps for the air that was knocked out of him, and jerks right against the hips slotted against his. Bucky’s always been so careful with his girls, but now here’s Steve, and neither of them gotta treat each other like dance.
Bucky’s head falls back to knock against the cracked wall, eyes fluttering shut as Steve’s beard scratches at his throat, as Steve nips and kisses against a pulse thrumming harder underneath. Plaster peppers the ground below them, peppers his boots as Steve scrabbles at Bucky’s shirt; it ends up ripped open and Bucky swears harshly under his breath as his hips snap up to grind against the hardening shaft tucked away in Steve’s jeans, and he curls his leg up to dig his heel into Steve’s lower back.
There’s too much between them. Bucky’s squirms gracelessly out of his shirt, skin prickling against the cold air and the furnace of Steve’s hard form pressed against his as Bucky’s hands claw through Steve’s hair and mess it up completely; here he didn’t even have the energy to jerk himself off even when he had some privacy - just didn’t seem worth the effort - but all it takes is Steve’s lips and he’s revved up like he’s making up for lost time.
Bucky claws at Steve’s clothes, at the bulky jacket that he fumbles clumsily off Steve just so he can slide his hands up the hard planes of Steve’s stomach, fingernails dragging against smooth skin as their lips crash together once again and Bucky, without a second thought, slides his tongue hot and insistent past those perfect lips as his hips move like they got a mind of their own. Instinct has him rock from the wall against Steve’s fly, desperate for more friction as his own dick quickly gets with the program.