Other boys got like this sometimes- took some doing but oh, when they fly? It's something else. Buck's gotten close in the past but they didn't have the time or Steve was too beat from the exhaustion of living to manage. "Good boy."
So soft, so proud. All higher thought is gone and Buck is well and truly cock drunk, all dewy eyed and quietly desperate. It's the stuff wet dreams are made of. "Got me all nice and clean, act'n so sweet...It's easier when you let me do all the think'n, Baby."
That's a step further than normal. Steve cages orders or complaints or compliments with Bucky's name, with 'boy', with an edge of impersonal distance to keep from wanting something he can't really have. Dangerous to indulge too deep in the fantasy. The idea that he could keep something this good and sweet for himself. People would talk if Buck stopped taking girls out, and Steve couldn't' ask that of him. Buck's got a future but maybe...
Maybe just for tonight while he's wound up and needy, he can pretend. One hand slips down to open up his belt, the fingers in Bucky's hair combing it back from his face so he can see the pinch of his brows and how pink his lips are when pressed to his fly. Each button comes undone, cock heavy and hot and damp as he pulls it from his shorts, lets Bucky feel it. "You want this, yeah? You've earned it. Much as you want."
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So soft, so proud. All higher thought is gone and Buck is well and truly cock drunk, all dewy eyed and quietly desperate. It's the stuff wet dreams are made of. "Got me all nice and clean, act'n so sweet...It's easier when you let me do all the think'n, Baby."
That's a step further than normal. Steve cages orders or complaints or compliments with Bucky's name, with 'boy', with an edge of impersonal distance to keep from wanting something he can't really have. Dangerous to indulge too deep in the fantasy. The idea that he could keep something this good and sweet for himself. People would talk if Buck stopped taking girls out, and Steve couldn't' ask that of him. Buck's got a future but maybe...
Maybe just for tonight while he's wound up and needy, he can pretend. One hand slips down to open up his belt, the fingers in Bucky's hair combing it back from his face so he can see the pinch of his brows and how pink his lips are when pressed to his fly. Each button comes undone, cock heavy and hot and damp as he pulls it from his shorts, lets Bucky feel it. "You want this, yeah? You've earned it. Much as you want."