Normally a handjob’s nothing to write home about. But there’s something so much better when it’s coming from Steve, and especially when he’s watching Bucky come apart like he’s actually worth looking at these days and not some busted up mess. When Steve makes that dirty sound like he’s the one coming. It’s been months since Bucky’s bothered, ever since the 107th was captured. Bucky unravels like it’s the first time, grinding in little jerks and pushes against Steve’s hand as he paints his fingers with seed.
Bucky’s lips are still parted on the trailing edge of a groan when Steve crushes their lips together; Bucky’s gasp hitches into something ragged at the edges, hsi arms going to wind around Steve’s neck, nails digging into his shoulder-blades as his tongue pushes between Steve’s lips, still hungry for him even as Steve wrings a a load out of him. At last, Steve milks him dry, and Bucky finds himself start to relax into the bed like something’s finally told him he’s allowed.
“Always figured you’d be aces. Comes with those clever hands, Rogers,” Bucky manages, and then he pants into Steve’s lower lip, teeth dragging against the satiny skin inside for a moment as he has to focus. “Oh shit, wow…”
Bucky’s knees dig into Steve for a moment, as a slick, slick finger slips down to tease between his cheeks; no one’s ever done that before - certainly not any of the dolls he dated - and it leaves Bucky suddenly focused the the press of a finger that turns into Steve breaching him. Bucky’s eyes flutter and close, as he worries at his lower lip, as the new sensations build on each other; Steve opening him up, feeling full in a way he hasn’t been before, and Steve being so, so careful to take it slow, but after coming, it’s this side of too much.
Bucky’s nails press pink indents into the meat of Steve’s shoulders as he ducks his head against the crook between Steve’s shoulders and neck, looking down because he has to look, he’s gotta, at Steve’s hand between his legs, thrusting slowly as Bucky carefully, cautiously rocks back on his finger, slowly taking him in deeper.
“All night, huh? Talk about finding a way to make up for lost time,” Bucky grunts, as he’s managed to take Steve all the way up to the knuckle. He’s softened a little after coming, but weirdly enough, not all the way. He’s hovering at half-hard, like his dick’s planning on sticking with this show through sheer pigheadedness. “You’re telling me I’m not out for the count? How the hell did you find that out?”
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Date: 2022-05-03 04:35 am (UTC)Bucky’s lips are still parted on the trailing edge of a groan when Steve crushes their lips together; Bucky’s gasp hitches into something ragged at the edges, hsi arms going to wind around Steve’s neck, nails digging into his shoulder-blades as his tongue pushes between Steve’s lips, still hungry for him even as Steve wrings a a load out of him. At last, Steve milks him dry, and Bucky finds himself start to relax into the bed like something’s finally told him he’s allowed.
“Always figured you’d be aces. Comes with those clever hands, Rogers,” Bucky manages, and then he pants into Steve’s lower lip, teeth dragging against the satiny skin inside for a moment as he has to focus. “Oh shit, wow…”
Bucky’s knees dig into Steve for a moment, as a slick, slick finger slips down to tease between his cheeks; no one’s ever done that before - certainly not any of the dolls he dated - and it leaves Bucky suddenly focused the the press of a finger that turns into Steve breaching him. Bucky’s eyes flutter and close, as he worries at his lower lip, as the new sensations build on each other; Steve opening him up, feeling full in a way he hasn’t been before, and Steve being so, so careful to take it slow, but after coming, it’s this side of too much.
Bucky’s nails press pink indents into the meat of Steve’s shoulders as he ducks his head against the crook between Steve’s shoulders and neck, looking down because he has to look, he’s gotta, at Steve’s hand between his legs, thrusting slowly as Bucky carefully, cautiously rocks back on his finger, slowly taking him in deeper.
“All night, huh? Talk about finding a way to make up for lost time,” Bucky grunts, as he’s managed to take Steve all the way up to the knuckle. He’s softened a little after coming, but weirdly enough, not all the way. He’s hovering at half-hard, like his dick’s planning on sticking with this show through sheer pigheadedness. “You’re telling me I’m not out for the count? How the hell did you find that out?”
With who? Bucky wants to ask, but doesn’t.