He's got a line waiting and ready but it's hard to speak when Buck gets his mouth on him. There's a few reasons he doesn't just lie back and let this happen often- those lips are like a drug. Like world class whiskey all pepper hot and honey sweet, smokey and sharp and he groans into the kiss. Sucks on the tongue Bucky slips him eager as anything.
Too easy to forget Bucky isn't only his in every which way instead of the moments they tumble into each other. Sure they both talk a big game, paint out wet dreams and fantasies but they live like nothing's different until something or other crashes them together with aching heat and a firm hand. But kissing makes it feel more real. More like he could keep this for good, maybe sneak in something lighter and easier even on days when he can't get it up or when the weather lays him out.
Steve has to push it from his mind, swearing, panting against the angle of Bucky's jaw, caught up between the smear of those lips, the odd press and slide of Buck's cock, and the impossibly tight clench. Should've used a bigger toy but then he wouldn't have gotten this.
How hungry Bucky is for him.
The gripping heat, how he whimpers and moans between each kiss, grinds back so desperate. Tries-
Tries to speed things up and take it rough and "No, Buck-"
Panting and trying to reach for that firm voice ut unable to quite manage it after so much of this mess. He presses his forehead into Bucky's shoulder and rocks in deep- going still. "If you can't-fuck - If you can't behave you don't- you don't get anything. You asked for this, so you're gonna get it-"
Maybe he hides it at first, they have a small argument?
Too easy to forget Bucky isn't only his in every which way instead of the moments they tumble into each other. Sure they both talk a big game, paint out wet dreams and fantasies but they live like nothing's different until something or other crashes them together with aching heat and a firm hand. But kissing makes it feel more real. More like he could keep this for good, maybe sneak in something lighter and easier even on days when he can't get it up or when the weather lays him out.
Steve has to push it from his mind, swearing, panting against the angle of Bucky's jaw, caught up between the smear of those lips, the odd press and slide of Buck's cock, and the impossibly tight clench. Should've used a bigger toy but then he wouldn't have gotten this.
How hungry Bucky is for him.
The gripping heat, how he whimpers and moans between each kiss, grinds back so desperate. Tries-
Tries to speed things up and take it rough and "No, Buck-"
Panting and trying to reach for that firm voice ut unable to quite manage it after so much of this mess. He presses his forehead into Bucky's shoulder and rocks in deep- going still. "If you can't-fuck - If you can't behave you don't- you don't get anything. You asked for this, so you're gonna get it-"