“Trust even a future you to still be a wise-ass - oh God-,” Bucky’s starting to laugh, only for it to hitch upwards into a gasp ‘cause holy cow, laughing only makes him shift and tighten around the cock stretching him open: makes him tense up and relax all over Steve with his limbs winding all around Steve to clutch at him nearly as tight as he just clenched around his shaft. It’s just the perfect amount of pleasure-soreness that’s got Bucky feeling a little like his nerves are on fire, arousal settling nice and tightly coiled past his belly.
Bucky’s stomach twitches under the lips trailing down along it. Here he’d figure this was Steve’s first time, figure he’d probably snap right inside, but Steve’s so ridiculously slow and tender that Bucky’s heart just doesn’t know what to do with it as he watches Steve treat him like he’s not some busted shell of a GI.
Gun-calloused fingers stroke along Steve’s temple, then brush back the stray bangs before carding through his hair as Steve sinks lower and lower; far more flexible than he ever was before the War. The movement slides his dick out just a little, leaving something in Bucky aching a little to get filled. Like they’re answering a call, Bucky’s hips jerk to try and get him back deeper, back to pushing in so deep that it’s anyone’s guess where he and Steve begin.
And just like that, Steve rocks forward to sink right in with such a deep, decisive thrust that it rips a raw groan from Bucky’s throat. Like a string pulled, Bucky’s body bows upwards to drive his own aching cock against Steve’s stomach in a hot line against the muscles there.
“I know. Feels aces, huh?,” Bucky breathes out, hushed like it’s a secret between them, looking down the length of their bodies with dark, hungry eyes, his cock throbbing at the sight; Steve’s pressed balls deep against him, completely impaling him. A little shimmy and he’s gasping all over again, feeling the shaft opening him up and nudging tantalizing close against that spot inside him. Both hands settle below Steve’s ass - okay fine, he really likes feeling the play of muscle as Steve begins to figure out how the thrusting thing works, to wordlessly help him find a rhythm as Steve rains kisses on him like he can’t bear to be apart.
His toes curl as Steve slides back in, nice and slow and deep, with Bucky angling his hips upwards and bearing down just to tighten around Steve. Teeth catch at Steve’s earlobe. “Fuck, you’re big. You always packing this heat?”
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Date: 2022-05-14 01:35 am (UTC)Bucky’s stomach twitches under the lips trailing down along it. Here he’d figure this was Steve’s first time, figure he’d probably snap right inside, but Steve’s so ridiculously slow and tender that Bucky’s heart just doesn’t know what to do with it as he watches Steve treat him like he’s not some busted shell of a GI.
Gun-calloused fingers stroke along Steve’s temple, then brush back the stray bangs before carding through his hair as Steve sinks lower and lower; far more flexible than he ever was before the War. The movement slides his dick out just a little, leaving something in Bucky aching a little to get filled. Like they’re answering a call, Bucky’s hips jerk to try and get him back deeper, back to pushing in so deep that it’s anyone’s guess where he and Steve begin.
And just like that, Steve rocks forward to sink right in with such a deep, decisive thrust that it rips a raw groan from Bucky’s throat. Like a string pulled, Bucky’s body bows upwards to drive his own aching cock against Steve’s stomach in a hot line against the muscles there.
“I know. Feels aces, huh?,” Bucky breathes out, hushed like it’s a secret between them, looking down the length of their bodies with dark, hungry eyes, his cock throbbing at the sight; Steve’s pressed balls deep against him, completely impaling him. A little shimmy and he’s gasping all over again, feeling the shaft opening him up and nudging tantalizing close against that spot inside him. Both hands settle below Steve’s ass - okay fine, he really likes feeling the play of muscle as Steve begins to figure out how the thrusting thing works, to wordlessly help him find a rhythm as Steve rains kisses on him like he can’t bear to be apart.
His toes curl as Steve slides back in, nice and slow and deep, with Bucky angling his hips upwards and bearing down just to tighten around Steve. Teeth catch at Steve’s earlobe. “Fuck, you’re big. You always packing this heat?”