"Shouldn't what?" Steve's voice has gone ragged, his patience well worn past thin. Deep and slow and he thinks, he thinks he's been going long enough to keep it good. Christ knows he can't keep going this slow with the heat pooling at the base of his spine, tangling in his gut like barbed wire. "Shouldn't mark what's mine?"
He doesn't expect an answer with how he's giving up on slow and deep and steady, using the very last of his energy and irritation at Bucky telling him to not. They're in this mess cuz Bucky couldn't keep his mind and mouth to himself months ago. He asked for this, he started this. Like every argument they get wrapped up in, keeping track of who kicked off the row gives Steve a leg to stand on and enough power in his lungs to go at it. Bout as hard as he managed to swing and redden Buck's ass he snaps in faster, harder, deeper.
Won't be able to manage this long. He never can. But even being able to manage for a moment-
He'll take that.
Glower down at Bucky like they're in the middle of a fight instead of him balls deep driving away in Buck's ass, breath hissing out between his teeth. Tomorrow he'll be bruised and sore and moving at all is gonna be five kinds of a chore but it's worth it for how hot and desperate Buck is under him right now. One hand skims up from his hip to finally fist around his cock, squeezing and stroking, determined to get Buck to come screaming one last time before his body gives out.
there's a tickle at the back of his throat, a hitch in his breath that's his usual warning of an impending attack, but he's gotta do this. Can't do it all day but for the next minute? Every muscle in his too skinny frame is honed in on nailing Bucky through the sofa, voice a rumbling growl. "Let 'em see. You're mine, remember? No one else's. Let 'em watch you whine like a callgirl gett'n good dick, let 'em be jealous they can't give it to you half this hard-"
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He doesn't expect an answer with how he's giving up on slow and deep and steady, using the very last of his energy and irritation at Bucky telling him to not. They're in this mess cuz Bucky couldn't keep his mind and mouth to himself months ago. He asked for this, he started this. Like every argument they get wrapped up in, keeping track of who kicked off the row gives Steve a leg to stand on and enough power in his lungs to go at it. Bout as hard as he managed to swing and redden Buck's ass he snaps in faster, harder, deeper.
Won't be able to manage this long. He never can. But even being able to manage for a moment-
He'll take that.
Glower down at Bucky like they're in the middle of a fight instead of him balls deep driving away in Buck's ass, breath hissing out between his teeth. Tomorrow he'll be bruised and sore and moving at all is gonna be five kinds of a chore but it's worth it for how hot and desperate Buck is under him right now. One hand skims up from his hip to finally fist around his cock, squeezing and stroking, determined to get Buck to come screaming one last time before his body gives out.
there's a tickle at the back of his throat, a hitch in his breath that's his usual warning of an impending attack, but he's gotta do this. Can't do it all day but for the next minute? Every muscle in his too skinny frame is honed in on nailing Bucky through the sofa, voice a rumbling growl. "Let 'em see. You're mine, remember? No one else's. Let 'em watch you whine like a callgirl gett'n good dick, let 'em be jealous they can't give it to you half this hard-"