All it takes is that deep-throated, pleased-as-punch sound from Steve to get Bucky’s cock smearing out a clear, glistening track along his hard stomach as the arousal twists tight in his gut.
That squeezes another laughter-tinged with a moan from Bucky. Bucky’s eyes squeeze closed as he’s gotta sink his teeth into his knuckles as he ends up clenching tight all over Steve again like a vice. His other hand squeezes hard on Steve’s ass since he can’t punch his shoulder just then for that crack; “Fucking hell, you bastard, you gotta - you gotta stop making me laugh.”
Trust Steve Rogers to somehow still find a way to be a real wise-guy even when he’s got his dick buried deep inside him, and yet it’s so right, because it’s still them. Like this is just a natural continuation of how things’ve been between them if one of them took the first leap, and it feels like nothing’s changed for the worse between them or got weird. (Or maybe it would be with his Steve - if Bucky wasn’t a coward, but in this moment, Buck’yll pretend he’s having this with the one back home too).
Steve’s starting to find that spot inside him again, and it’s even better with the heavy weight of his cock sliding against him as he spears Bucky open. Bucky’s face turns so he can press kisses to the inside of Steve’s wrist braced near his head as the bed rocks under them both and Bucky rolls his hips upwards just to feel the full slide as Steve’s cock snaps back in with a throaty groan. Steve might’ve never made time with someone before, but hell if he’s not a quick learner.
Bucky pulls him down into a searing, fierce kiss as they move together and the springs squeal under them with each smack of Steve’s hips against his. Steve isn’t looking to treat him with the kid gloves, and hell, if he’s not loving it more than he ever thought he would. A sheen of sweat glistens along Bucky’s skin as he clutches tight at Steve like he’s not planning on letting him up short of a shelling or something, nails dragging welts down his back as he rocks up over and over to take whatever Steve’ll let him have while his cock drools between them.
Bucky breathes hard into Steve’s lips as that gorgeous cry squeezes out and Bucky circles his hips on his cock seated deep inside with a hiss escaping between grit teeth. They’re both trembling together, so close to blowing it that Bucky’s making a mess between them and his balls ache.
“It’s always been you, Steve.” Steve doesn’t gotta say it. Bucky’s hands smooth along the stinging tracks to cup Steve’s jaw, beard scratching against his palm as he presses kisses, tender, lighter, slower than the pounding between them. The headboard smacks into the wall, wearing at the paint. “It’s always been. Why do you think I followed you through thick and thin?”
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That squeezes another laughter-tinged with a moan from Bucky. Bucky’s eyes squeeze closed as he’s gotta sink his teeth into his knuckles as he ends up clenching tight all over Steve again like a vice. His other hand squeezes hard on Steve’s ass since he can’t punch his shoulder just then for that crack; “Fucking hell, you bastard, you gotta - you gotta stop making me laugh.”
Trust Steve Rogers to somehow still find a way to be a real wise-guy even when he’s got his dick buried deep inside him, and yet it’s so right, because it’s still them. Like this is just a natural continuation of how things’ve been between them if one of them took the first leap, and it feels like nothing’s changed for the worse between them or got weird. (Or maybe it would be with his Steve - if Bucky wasn’t a coward, but in this moment, Buck’yll pretend he’s having this with the one back home too).
Steve’s starting to find that spot inside him again, and it’s even better with the heavy weight of his cock sliding against him as he spears Bucky open. Bucky’s face turns so he can press kisses to the inside of Steve’s wrist braced near his head as the bed rocks under them both and Bucky rolls his hips upwards just to feel the full slide as Steve’s cock snaps back in with a throaty groan. Steve might’ve never made time with someone before, but hell if he’s not a quick learner.
Bucky pulls him down into a searing, fierce kiss as they move together and the springs squeal under them with each smack of Steve’s hips against his. Steve isn’t looking to treat him with the kid gloves, and hell, if he’s not loving it more than he ever thought he would. A sheen of sweat glistens along Bucky’s skin as he clutches tight at Steve like he’s not planning on letting him up short of a shelling or something, nails dragging welts down his back as he rocks up over and over to take whatever Steve’ll let him have while his cock drools between them.
Bucky breathes hard into Steve’s lips as that gorgeous cry squeezes out and Bucky circles his hips on his cock seated deep inside with a hiss escaping between grit teeth. They’re both trembling together, so close to blowing it that Bucky’s making a mess between them and his balls ache.
“It’s always been you, Steve.” Steve doesn’t gotta say it. Bucky’s hands smooth along the stinging tracks to cup Steve’s jaw, beard scratching against his palm as he presses kisses, tender, lighter, slower than the pounding between them. The headboard smacks into the wall, wearing at the paint. “It’s always been. Why do you think I followed you through thick and thin?”