"Not cry'n uncle yet, are you?" All that whining, the twitching, the yelling as every time he's swatted but good- and he holds out. "Didn't think so."
And there's so much warmth and pride in his voice for that. A little of that hungry heat, that he wants more of this, that he can take this much and still be so goddamn hard. So goddamn pretty. It's distracting. "Look at how pink you get, Buck- oh. Wait."
Steve's laugh is just on this side of cruel. Blindfolded Bucky has no idea the ruin he looks, the mess he's become. At the end maybe he'll let Buck see what he's done but for now it's just the warm dark and the sharp crack of his hand. He doesn't stop after two the next time, gives him a solid three spanks, watching his ass quiver and jiggle, knowing damn well how it'll make the toy on him jolt.
How it's gotta grind against everything good on the inside with every blow.
"Over halfway through. Think you learned your lesson?"
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And there's so much warmth and pride in his voice for that. A little of that hungry heat, that he wants more of this, that he can take this much and still be so goddamn hard. So goddamn pretty. It's distracting. "Look at how pink you get, Buck- oh. Wait."
Steve's laugh is just on this side of cruel. Blindfolded Bucky has no idea the ruin he looks, the mess he's become. At the end maybe he'll let Buck see what he's done but for now it's just the warm dark and the sharp crack of his hand. He doesn't stop after two the next time, gives him a solid three spanks, watching his ass quiver and jiggle, knowing damn well how it'll make the toy on him jolt.
How it's gotta grind against everything good on the inside with every blow.
"Over halfway through. Think you learned your lesson?"