Hell, you weren’t fibbing. Not even a little, Bucky thinks, letting his knuckles drift down along the rise of Steve’s bicep and back up. You really haven’t gone all the way.
(Okay, it’s first for Bucky too, but he likes to think he’s pretty good at everything else in the sack, and some of it’s gotta transfer over. Right?)
Bucky’s sure as hell going to pretend like he doesn’t catch the tremor in Steve’s hands; look, he’s got manners. Even with his best friend. Still, something smug and dark settles in Bucky’s gut at the thought that he’s the first to see Steve like this. Have him like this, in a way that even fucking Uncle Sam and everybody and their mother never will. It’s ugly and green, but Bucky’s hands slows though, just a second, as he’s caught with the sight of Steve’s hand wrapped around his thick cock as he urges Bucky’s legs open and Bucky gently places soft nips from one corner of Steve’s lips to the other. Bucky lets his thighs fall open like a dream come true, slow and maybe a little showy that comes with the territory of knowing you got an audience and knowing most folks think you don’t have a single bad side.
Bucky sucks in a sharp, sudden gasp as a thick head nudges up against his hole; blunt, warm and slick… hard and so eager. Bucky’s grips at the span of muscle between Steve’s neck and shoulder, a little too tightly as their foreheads press together and he stares down between them at the sight of Steve’s shaft aimed right between his legs like a breath held between them. It’s a little like looking over the edge of a ‘coaster and then…
Bucky’s neck arches, head tilted back on a steady stream of low, guttural swears that’d get even the toughest drill Sarge blushing as he’s breached. Bucky’s arms drag Steve in closer as they circle his shoulders, clutching him tight as he’s opened by a thick shaft that’s a helluva lot bigger than three fingers. It’s like nothing he’s ever felt before. Bucky’s dimly aware he’s nodding to something Steve’s saying, but it’s hard to focus on anything but every single inch his body’s swallowing up. Bucky doesn’t once tap out, only he swallows hard, closes his eyes and pants as he tries to force himself to relax, even when his body instinctively tries to tense up, squeezing on the dick pushing inside.
“Don’t you dare, Rogers,” ” Bucky pants as he captures Steve's lips. It's sloppy and distracted for a kiss; even as Bucky’s attention is all on Steve’s cock impaling him and the dirty little sob that comes outta Steve, his own dick’s practically drooling at the pleasure-ache as Steve’s cock fills him. Bucky’s heel digs into Steve’s lower back, his hand gripping at Steve’s ass just to feel the way the muscles flex as he squeezes.
“God, you’re nearly all the way in,” Bucky whimpers, and just because he’s gotta always test things, arches his spine, braces with his other foot to try and sink Steve in deeper. Can he take him all the way to the hilt? All Bucky knows is he wants to feel Steve’s weight against him, wants all that Steve’s got for him. “What happened to Mr. I-Could-Do-This-All-Day?”
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(Okay, it’s first for Bucky too, but he likes to think he’s pretty good at everything else in the sack, and some of it’s gotta transfer over. Right?)
Bucky’s sure as hell going to pretend like he doesn’t catch the tremor in Steve’s hands; look, he’s got manners. Even with his best friend. Still, something smug and dark settles in Bucky’s gut at the thought that he’s the first to see Steve like this. Have him like this, in a way that even fucking Uncle Sam and everybody and their mother never will. It’s ugly and green, but Bucky’s hands slows though, just a second, as he’s caught with the sight of Steve’s hand wrapped around his thick cock as he urges Bucky’s legs open and Bucky gently places soft nips from one corner of Steve’s lips to the other. Bucky lets his thighs fall open like a dream come true, slow and maybe a little showy that comes with the territory of knowing you got an audience and knowing most folks think you don’t have a single bad side.
Bucky sucks in a sharp, sudden gasp as a thick head nudges up against his hole; blunt, warm and slick… hard and so eager. Bucky’s grips at the span of muscle between Steve’s neck and shoulder, a little too tightly as their foreheads press together and he stares down between them at the sight of Steve’s shaft aimed right between his legs like a breath held between them. It’s a little like looking over the edge of a ‘coaster and then…
Bucky’s neck arches, head tilted back on a steady stream of low, guttural swears that’d get even the toughest drill Sarge blushing as he’s breached. Bucky’s arms drag Steve in closer as they circle his shoulders, clutching him tight as he’s opened by a thick shaft that’s a helluva lot bigger than three fingers. It’s like nothing he’s ever felt before. Bucky’s dimly aware he’s nodding to something Steve’s saying, but it’s hard to focus on anything but every single inch his body’s swallowing up. Bucky doesn’t once tap out, only he swallows hard, closes his eyes and pants as he tries to force himself to relax, even when his body instinctively tries to tense up, squeezing on the dick pushing inside.
“Don’t you dare, Rogers,” ” Bucky pants as he captures Steve's lips. It's sloppy and distracted for a kiss; even as Bucky’s attention is all on Steve’s cock impaling him and the dirty little sob that comes outta Steve, his own dick’s practically drooling at the pleasure-ache as Steve’s cock fills him. Bucky’s heel digs into Steve’s lower back, his hand gripping at Steve’s ass just to feel the way the muscles flex as he squeezes.
“God, you’re nearly all the way in,” Bucky whimpers, and just because he’s gotta always test things, arches his spine, braces with his other foot to try and sink Steve in deeper. Can he take him all the way to the hilt? All Bucky knows is he wants to feel Steve’s weight against him, wants all that Steve’s got for him. “What happened to Mr. I-Could-Do-This-All-Day?”