Steve’s cock looks as good as he does; nicely shaped, glistening now with precome and with a pretty flush from the blunt head, as the shaft slides hot next to his. Look, he’s never blown anyone. Hell, Bucky’s not even sure he’ll like it on his end, but some of the girls he dated seemed to get even more of a kick out of it than he did, so maybe they’re onto something. And if it drags more sounds like that outta Steve? It’s starting to look more and more like a pretty ace idea.
Bucky’s cock jerks against Steve’s, the blunt head stroking up along Steve’s shaft as he rocks upwards like Steve’s pulling the strings when Steve swipes at the precome there to smear it on his fingers.
“The hell’s the ‘internet’ - oh hell -” Bucky has to cut himself off, because it’s not only easy to picture Steve with the imagination to dream up anything once he got in the mood, but maybe…maybe jerking himself off to all kinds of fantasies when Bucky was out on dates and Steve had the apartment all to himself. Steve settles down next to him like a powerful grace pressed in a long line next to him, taking Bucky’s place with a strong hand curled around his cock and teeth teasing at the curve of Bucky’s ear. Bucky wets his lip with a hint of pink tongue. “Jesus, look at you. You’re like a living wet dream. You always been this filthy even way back?”
With a sigh, Bucky curls around Steve, a leg drawn up and over his hip to drag him in close as he presses slow, searching kisses while Steve works him over; nice and firm, no pussy-footing here, no sir. Bucky’s hands frame Steve’s hips, then pet down along his flanks and curl over the curve of Steve’s ass as he rocks upwards to nudge the head of his cock along Steve’s thumb, rocking and rocking as Steve works him over like he’s got a mission.
“Perks? Like - ah - what?” Bucky’s makes a choked off sound as he arches his throat, tensing at the scrape of beard and yet asking for more as his cock lurches and his hips begin to work more greedily, more gracelessly up into Steve’s grip, the filthy sounds of slick flesh meeting slick flesh filling the place. God, it’s not easy to remember how words are supposed to go together when Steve’s hand jerks his head to the side and his lips brush hot against his ear as he fucking has to breath out an order in that Captain America voice that gets everyone to drop what they’re doing and feel some good old American rah-rah no matter how beat you were.
God. Steve telling him how it’s gonna go does things to him. The sound that comes dragged out of Bucky is shameful; he strangles out a harsh groan, nails digging into the meat of Steve’s ass as his eyes flutter shut and he pulses his hips into Steve’s grip, toes curling as he chases after that finish line with all the single-mindedness of a man who hasn’t had a real release in months. One last jab hard into Steve’s grip and Bucky grunts as his cock throbs and he begins to shoot, smearing ropes of white along Steve’s grip and cock between them.
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Date: 2022-05-01 11:22 pm (UTC)Bucky’s cock jerks against Steve’s, the blunt head stroking up along Steve’s shaft as he rocks upwards like Steve’s pulling the strings when Steve swipes at the precome there to smear it on his fingers.
“The hell’s the ‘internet’ - oh hell -” Bucky has to cut himself off, because it’s not only easy to picture Steve with the imagination to dream up anything once he got in the mood, but maybe…maybe jerking himself off to all kinds of fantasies when Bucky was out on dates and Steve had the apartment all to himself. Steve settles down next to him like a powerful grace pressed in a long line next to him, taking Bucky’s place with a strong hand curled around his cock and teeth teasing at the curve of Bucky’s ear. Bucky wets his lip with a hint of pink tongue. “Jesus, look at you. You’re like a living wet dream. You always been this filthy even way back?”
With a sigh, Bucky curls around Steve, a leg drawn up and over his hip to drag him in close as he presses slow, searching kisses while Steve works him over; nice and firm, no pussy-footing here, no sir. Bucky’s hands frame Steve’s hips, then pet down along his flanks and curl over the curve of Steve’s ass as he rocks upwards to nudge the head of his cock along Steve’s thumb, rocking and rocking as Steve works him over like he’s got a mission.
“Perks? Like - ah - what?” Bucky’s makes a choked off sound as he arches his throat, tensing at the scrape of beard and yet asking for more as his cock lurches and his hips begin to work more greedily, more gracelessly up into Steve’s grip, the filthy sounds of slick flesh meeting slick flesh filling the place. God, it’s not easy to remember how words are supposed to go together when Steve’s hand jerks his head to the side and his lips brush hot against his ear as he fucking has to breath out an order in that Captain America voice that gets everyone to drop what they’re doing and feel some good old American rah-rah no matter how beat you were.
God. Steve telling him how it’s gonna go does things to him. The sound that comes dragged out of Bucky is shameful; he strangles out a harsh groan, nails digging into the meat of Steve’s ass as his eyes flutter shut and he pulses his hips into Steve’s grip, toes curling as he chases after that finish line with all the single-mindedness of a man who hasn’t had a real release in months. One last jab hard into Steve’s grip and Bucky grunts as his cock throbs and he begins to shoot, smearing ropes of white along Steve’s grip and cock between them.