It's when Steve gets casually mean but somehow manages to sneak in these gentle moments in between that makes Bucky go weak at the knees. Makes a guy want to follow Steve into all sorts of trouble for even a scrap like this. It's not like Steve's like this all the time; if Steve really was cruel and dismissive, Bucky sure as hell wouldn't want him as a friend. But it's the fact that when they're fooling around like this and Steve drags it out like a locked chest hidden in the back of a closet that gets Bucky's cock practically drooling on the hard wood floor beneath him.
Bucky doesn't know why that is, just as he doesn't know why Steve throwing him to the ground does so much for him, or dragging him through the mud, calls him every name imaginable and punctuates with a slap. What's that say about him? Steve, he gets. He gets to feel powerful, in control in a way he isn't whenever he's out on the streets. But Bucky? Bucky's too afraid to look deeply at his end, just as he's relieved that Steve never brings it up in the light of day. Bucky wouldn't be able to look him in the eye if he did. It's safer like this. They fool around here, play their games, and once it's done, it's business as usual, like nothing happened
Bucky lets his head get dragged upwards by a hand tangled in his ear, eagerly tilting his face up towards Steve's face like a flower seeking the sun. His lips go slack on a breathless whimper, the angle making his scalp smart.
"You do, Steve. You're the only one who gets to decide," Bucky pants out, shifting his weight just to feel the toy inside him. It's not enough. "You're right, I got so much to do to earn it. I'll make it up to you, I promise."
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Bucky doesn't know why that is, just as he doesn't know why Steve throwing him to the ground does so much for him, or dragging him through the mud, calls him every name imaginable and punctuates with a slap. What's that say about him? Steve, he gets. He gets to feel powerful, in control in a way he isn't whenever he's out on the streets. But Bucky? Bucky's too afraid to look deeply at his end, just as he's relieved that Steve never brings it up in the light of day. Bucky wouldn't be able to look him in the eye if he did. It's safer like this. They fool around here, play their games, and once it's done, it's business as usual, like nothing happened
Bucky lets his head get dragged upwards by a hand tangled in his ear, eagerly tilting his face up towards Steve's face like a flower seeking the sun. His lips go slack on a breathless whimper, the angle making his scalp smart.
"You do, Steve. You're the only one who gets to decide," Bucky pants out, shifting his weight just to feel the toy inside him. It's not enough. "You're right, I got so much to do to earn it. I'll make it up to you, I promise."