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Yes, Master~

Consensual Control

Content Warning: Dubcon

Sex is fun. Sometimes, sex involves power dynamics. The master and the servant. The dom and the sub. Or, perhaps, something stranger. This is a meme for characters exploring the space defined by these power dynamics, without either party being forced into it against their will. It's a game, and the only winners are the ones who have a good time.

Of course, this being an RP meme, we can get a little surreal with it, too.

BDSM Rules. No outside enforcement of the dynamic; you just both agree to the rules. The safest version of this, because if you don't like what happens, you can just stop. For added fun, bring some costumes and role playing into it.
That's an Order. One of you is high enough status that the other can't freely disobey their orders. They wouldn't use that power against you, of course... but what if you asked them to?
Winner takes all. Like the first one, but with a PVP element. Have a fight, or a gamble, and wager yourself on the outcome. To the winner go the spoils, to do with as they please.
Hypnosis. Have you ever wanted to get hypnotized into being someone's sex toy? Now you can. Hypnosis is super real, and it puts you into a sort of trance that your partner can use to control you every thought.
Super Aphrodisiac. If you drink this, you'll be so overcome with lust that you won't be able to control yourself. What happens after that is out of your hands. Bottoms up.
Body control. The result of some kind of hypertech or magic ritual. For a fixed period of time, if your new master gives an order, your body will follow it automatically, with or without your permission. Depending on the version, they may even be able to control your sensitivity, or make you climax with a word.
Use your imagination. Got an idea along the theme that isn't on the list? Make up your own hook! I'm not your daddy.

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The thing is Bucky really hadn't picked up on it. Because whenever he gets checked out on the street or in a dance hall, it's not like that - like they want to tear him apart. And he'd figured he'd accept the free drink - no need to be rude - and flirt a little to smooth the rejection over. He'd come here with Steve. He wasn't about to ditch him, even if he was getting under his skin.

"He could've just asked," Bucky grits out.

Granted, he would've said no anyway, but no way Bucky'd ever stoop so low. It feels like he should go back out there and beat the tar out of that fella. Send a fucking message. Only Bucky's suddenly not sure he'll have the strength to do it; not when it seems like every thought and nerve and inch of him is crying out for sex. He's more likely to fall to his knees and swallow the stranger's cock down than kick the shit out of him right now. Thank God he's got a friend like Steve looking out for him.

Bucky tilts his face, mouth parted as he searches blindly for Steve. His nose bumps up against the curve of his jaw, hips rising as Steve drags his lip along his skin to hump blindly and slowly at the air. Hs sucks a bruise onto the soft skin under Steve's jaw, hard enough that it could leave a mark that's hard to hide tomorrow.

"Sounds like a regular smorgasboard," Bucky tells him, sounding the tiniest bit unhappy. Anything he has to say suddenly turns into a startled shout as the flushed head of his cock is pinched hard, sending a sharp rush of pain and precome blurting out as he jerks under Steve. His hands fly to the armrests, knuckles gripping tight. Bucky sounds strangled when he finally finds his voice. "Yeah, I'm such a charity case. You're a regular Mother Theresa taking me on."

"No- not charity. I'm here cuz I wanna be. Cuz you're too good to pass up. Because when you go all soft eyed and sweet, when you're gagg'n for it- ain't any other pair of eyes I'd rather look into. Another pair of lips I'd kiss. Don't matter how pretty the other dandies are, how hard the other fellas that need putt'n down are, You're the one that's got me." With stormy grey eyes and too plush lips.

With lips softer than a sin and skin too damn soft for all the work he does.

Steve could have a list a mile long but he'd always circle back to here. To Bucky. And his attitude, his need, his careful posturing. "Do you know how good you look when you start float'n?"

When he gets all soft and doe eyed and loose? When he gets so cock drunk and hungry no word can sink through his thick skull aside from 'you may,' or 'not yet'. No one in the whole wide world knows how gorgeous Buck gets when he's desperate- and no one will if Steve ever has a say in it.

One slim fingered hand drifts between his thighs, bypassing his cock to stroke and pet at his hole without a care in the world. "How much you think you can take tonight, huh?"

"Uh," Bucky gasps intelligently; that's all he can get out. Bucky's pinkened lips go breathlessly slack below the blindfold.

Steve's right; he does go all soft and easy under his touch, when Steve finds that balance between a firm hand and praise well-earned. He'd found it that stormy night when Bucky entertained himself by getting on Steve's last nerve. Like everything's so easy as long as he follows Steve's orders; because now Bucky doesn't have to worry about the outside world and all the stress that comes with silently carrying the two of them on his shoulders.

It's so much easier when he can sink into it and let Steve take the wheel.

Steve talking to him like that's just as good as a hand wrapped around his cock and the other squeezing the nape of his neck. Soft and gentle, where he'd toed being cruel earlier, and Bucky just melts under it. His thighs spread wide, arching his hips up to give Steve a better angle as that slender hand dips between them to stroke at his hole, which spasms under his touch as if to try and suck him in already.

Bucky hasn't been prepped, but it's hard to care about that kind of stuff as Steve circles his fingers there, and Bucky rocks his hips as if to fuck back on them. Sink him into tight heat with the bittersweet burn along the edges. His throat bobs, as he tries to sink eagerly down onto Steve's fingers. "All of it." That's what it feels like with that stuff running through his veins. Even though he didn't get a good look at the toys in here, it feels like he's dying for it. "Give it to me, I can take it. Please."

Oil. he needs oil but it is so hard to remember that with how sweet and aching Buck is under his hands. He needs direction but more than that he needs a thick cock driving into him. Reminding him what he has to lose, wha the point of coming to this club was.

Steve had a plan, originally. Get Bucky liquored up a touch and ride that high until he came once. Get him to kneel and beg all desperate.

If they had more time to plan for this outing he mighta asked Buck what he thought about different tools \and toys. Gpot a little feedback before trying to break him but oh. Watching him take a drink from someone else didn't have him wound up.

Watching him calmly accept te hands stroking over him...

That did the trick.

"Good boy." He murmurs into Bucky's ear, already circling around to angle his hips up. Oil on his fingertips, pressing in slowly, surely.

There's no high in the world quite like having Buck bounce on his fingertips like a cock, and god if he doesn't want to try to see that again before he can't perform at all.

It's been awhile since they did this. Just wasn't the time or place when they both got caught up in work. But ever since Steve first opened him up, it's always been on the back of Bucky's mind. Especially when those jeans hung a little low on Steve's hips at home, and Bucky'd suddenly be caught thinking of how they'd feel, fly parted, to have the denim scraping against him as those same narrow hips pinned his thighs open and rode him down.

It's like Steve woke a monster in him ever since they first fucked. Now Bucky's so hungry for him that it's been torture not be able to do much else these days.

Bucky's fingers dig into the armrests as he tries to be patient and wait, even though he almost tells him to just put it in dry, but Steve's not having that. Doesn't matter how much the drug has Bucky dying for it. Bucky's got his head tilted as he listens for the pop of the cap, and blinded, he swears he can hear the liquid moving around on Steve's fingers. His head follows Steve as he moves in front of him, and Bucky slouches so he can try and help Steve with the angle.

"Ah, yeah, right there-!" Bucky's voice hitches a little higher as those slick fingers press in Slow, too slow opening him up, and Bucky can't help but jump the gun, impatiently grinding his hips down so his tight hole greedily swallows him to the knuckles. His head falls back against the couch, knee drawing up as he's suddenly stretched open with a slick burn that borders on pain. Already his cock's leaking against his stomach, a puddle of precom glistening under the rosy head.

"Here?" All that derision has been set aside for a moment, fingers curling just so. No teasing, no pain, just giving Bucky exactly what he's asking for, three fingers knuckle deep in the too tight clasp of his body, blue eyes on bruised sweat slick skin. "Is this where you need it, Buck?"

Calloused fingertips rock up against that point over and over, grinding with Bucky's hips to give him that much more pressure and friction. It's hard to find the time to do this, too much work involved and Buck, bless him is just too damn loud.

Steve's lost good belts to the dig of Bucky's teeth trying to keep from caterwauling like a world class call girl. Here? They don't have to worry about that. Steve doesn't need to worry about whether or not he'll be able to get it up long enough to last. Whether his hands are gonna cramp up while he's taking care of his best guy or how much of a pain the cleanup will be when he drips all over.

His free hand skims through that pool of precome,dragging it in a slick line up to Bucky's lips. Rare as this is, it's rarer to get a hummer from Buck. Not from lack of desire on either of their parts. Like most things it's Steve's goddamn busted body making life hard for them but he's got experience finding a workaround. Been sav'n up on the sly for a toy and a proper gag for their place but right now? Stroking his own come into Bucky's tongue oughta do some good.

Groaning thickly, Bucky nods desperately, eyebrows furrowed above the blindfold as Steve curls three fingers in from the get go to nudge against that spot that's got his toes curling. It's so much, so fast, pressed in so deep that Bucky's world narrows down to that and only that. Steve's voice hovers at the edge of his senses, but even that's not enough to compete with Steve sinking his fingers into a body that's too tight. Usually they take more time opening him up. Now Bucky's too impatient to wait, and maybe he'll be sore later, but right now? It's perfect. So goddamn perfect.

Even though he's gonna be sore later, it's so worth it right now.

Bucky's thighs work as he braces himself against the floor and armrest, working himself with needy whimpers and grunts on Steve's fingers thrusting into him, trying to fuck himself so he can get Steve's fingers to brush against that spot inside him that teases him to the edge of coming. He only manages it a couple times at this angle, chasing after it while the chair squeaks under him.

When wet fingers nudge at his lips, Bucky welcomes them in without a single thought left for it. Easy to pretend it's Steve feeding his dick between his lips, like he's so hard up that maybe he'd let Bucky take care of him. Soft, pink lips clasp around Steve's fingers, tongue curling up against him as he works him into his mouth in a long slide that leaves him glistening when he emerges.

"There you go. Need it bad, don't you? Can hardly tell which way is up. All you can think about is being filled from either end." And even with all the arching and rocking, Steve's got himself braced in a position that can reach everything that needs reaching, even if his shoulder will twinge if he keeps it up too long. Buck's loose enough.

At least for something on the slimmer side.

Slick fingers tug free of Bucky's ass, drifting to the side to spread oil over a solid, long, slim toy that doesn't look much like a dick but can't be anything but for how it's waiting and ready for his use. Takes a moment to make sure every inch of it is shining and slick before he angles it down and starts sliding it in. Thicker than fingers- cooler than his skin. Harder than flesh.

Not as thick as his cock when he gets going, but big enough to give Bucky something to grind against. The swell at the base locks it in place so he doesn't have to keep working his wrist once it's set all the way inside, firm and pressing against all kinds of interesting nerves, giving Steve time to better appreciate the picture of Bucky's lips wrapping around his fingers.

"...Think you could take all of me this time?" Oh, he's fucked Bucky, but a hummer is a bit much and he knows it, so they don't try often and if they do? Never all the way. Buck's got to breathe, after all, even if the idea of him chocking on his dick for being such a brat is really too goddamn appealing. "Think you've earned it?"

Greedily Bucky works Steve's fingers over with a ravenous sound, lapping the slickness off them with a singleminded hunger that might've scared him any other time as he rocks onto Steve's fingers, forgetting to be gentle about it so he doesn't hurt Steve's wrist or shoulder. It's answer enough. His world's boiled down to Steve's touch, buried inside his hole and sliding into his mouth, and little else.

Any other time it'd just be Steve getting filthy, but this time, Steve's right on the nose. Even knowing Bucky got dosed with something isn't enough to really cramp down on the lust driving him nuts. It's all he can think about. Steve's scent filling his senses, mingled with the musk of sex already in the room, and those fingers thrusting inside him; no working up to it like they did in the past, just a nice, burning full stretch this side of too much that leaves Bucky feeling it up his throat.

Bucky gasps around Steve's fingers as Steve leaves him empty, squirming in the chair as if trying to get him back. Or anyone to fuck inside him. Even starts to reach blindly out towards where he last heard him before remembering himself. Shakily, Bucky runs a hand through dark hair already coming free from the pomade and tries to sit tight while Steve fusses with the oil. Steve'll take care of him. He can trust him for that. He just might be a bastard about it-

The thought cuts off as something thicker than Steve's fingers, cooler, unforgiving pushes into him, opening him steadily up that Bucky keens around Steve's fingers buried between his lips, ass going tight. It sinks into him, growing thicker at the base, scraping against the bundle of nerves that always makes Bucky feel a little stupid with lust. He rocks down against it, shivering, chasing the pressure that's perfect but not enough.

Bucky nods with a moan along the fingers he's sucking down, dick giving a little jerk. He's never been able to get all of Steve down. But now he wants nothing more than to swallow him down so deep he'd only need to swallow once if he comes. Doesn't know if he earned it. But he'll say anything, do anything to get that gorgeous cock between his lips.

"You sure? I don't know if you can." He strokes Bucky's tongue with a critical eye, reaches back far enough to get him to choke, till he feels Buck's throat tighten around the tips of his fingers and slides them back out so he can breathe. It's not how he wants to get his single rock off tonight, rather do that fucking Buck stupid, but he can try to work with this in a way that'll satisfy.

Even with all the irritation, the casual cruelty- it's all for Bucky. A game to get him to float higher, to get him soft and sweet and docile as a kitten.

How taking care of his best guy means slapping him around a little, pulling on his hair and bruising him up might seem strange to some people but for them? It works. And Steve's happy to do just that. Leave Buck's mouth empty so he can hear him whimper and curse, grinding down with tight circles of his hips against the newest toy. "Don't think you've earned that just yet. But you need somth'n in your mouth, don't you? Gagg'n for it."

It's obscene, the heft and weight of the other toy he brings up to Bucky's lips, thicker than the one he's riding, close to Steve's size but not as long. A warmup, something to help him grind off while Steve's body finishes getting with the program.

Bucky's throat threatens to seize a little when Steve pushes his fingers in deep, forcing a wet, hoarse cough out of Bucky. More precomes well up along the blunt head of his cock to paint his stomach, the rosy flush spread down from the head to color the rest of his cock, especially when he imagines Steve sliding something thicker in. You never knew for sure which way this went: Steve coming down his throat or blowing a load inside him.

He has to suck in a razor-sharp gasp for air when Steve slides those fingers out, lungs burning and eyes stinging behind Steve's tie.

Steve's already got him plugged up, but the angle would be even better if — nggghh- if Bucky rolls his hips down so he can sit directly on it, pushing it as deep as he can with gravity giving him a helping hand. Bucky's chest heaves as he swears under his breath, head hanging as he grips the armrests and just… just works himself onto the toy keeping him up, chasing the pressure and friction and new fullness at each angle like that's all that matters. He looks a picture, practically giving the thing a lap dance, so caught up in the sensation and plunged into darkness that he doesn't give a damn how filthy or mindless it looks. All that matters is more.

Something larger, thick nudges at pinkened lips. Bucky doesn't think twice about it. He lets it slip inside, the full weight of it settling on his tongue and his jaw going slack with a guttural sound of sheer want. Not anywhere near Steve's dick, but cloud enough as Bucky bobs his head greedily on it, the wet sounds filling the room as he fucks himself onto the toy.

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Normally? Something solid in his mouth and in his ass would do it. Much as this drug's winding him up and leaving Buck desperate it seems that the first time popping off aside this'll take some actual work. Between the image, the sounds, the sheer heat radiating off Bucky, Steve has to step away for a moment to remove his coat. Take off his tie. Shrug out of his button down to just his undershirt and give himself a moment to breathe and focus, watching Bucky all but bounce on the toy like it'll give him everything he needs if he just tries hard enough.

He's gonna have to get creative.

Steve circles around the sofa to settle behind Bucky, holding the toy for him to bob his head against, to suck and fuck and beg and whine, and lets his voice drip utter filth into his ear. Sometimes being told certain things a certain way is enough to get him off- that failing? There's always teeth. And god if biting into Buck like his favorite kind of peach isn't the best thing when he's being bratty. "You still need more, don't you? Starving for it even when you're full up on both ends. You're such a little attention whore, need eyes on you, need to be told you're pretty and charming and perfect-"

Which he is, to Steve. Always has been. Always will be. "Flashing that smile to anyone that gives you a second look. But you're mine when we come here. Maybe I should get you a collar, walk you in on a leash. Let everyone out there know you're mine and that they don't get to touch you, shouldn't even look at you-"

Everything's boiled down the toy keeping him stretched open and the one holding his mouth open, making it ache and his mouth water that Bucky doesn't notice Steve away. Not at first. The drug's made him greedy, made him selfish, and Bucky devotes himself fully to fucking himself on the toy he's seated on, each breath shaky as he strains to grind and grind and grind when-

Bucky jerks when Steve's presence return, but the sound he makes at first is gratitude for Steve helping hold the toy he's working over, while all kinds of filthy sounds are rumbled around it as he gets it as wet as he would if Steve'd only give in and drag his head over his dick. That's what he's expecting at first. Then Steve opens his mouth and Bucky's just done for. Steve's made talking sheer filth an goddamn art. And he's not exactly hurting for inspiration when he has Bucky Barnes like putty under his hands.

Bucky barely manages to hold out, up until he mentions slapping a collar on him.

With a helpless groan and the blunt pain of teeth sinking into the span of skin between his shoulders and throat, Bucky comes loudly with a shout muffled by the toy, bearing himself down and shaking apart, thighs quivering with the shock rolling through him as his dick jerks begins to spurt wave after wave of come to land on his thighs, the sofa, staining the floor. A few drops land on his chest as his ass goes tight around the toy, pushing it against that spot inside him that him shaking apart. He's shaking through it, until at last he slumps back against the couch with a helpless moan. His dick's an angry red. But it's also not down for the count either, each aftershock toeing between pleasure and pain.

Something else to add to the list of toys he's saving up for, seems like. How discreet he can be about getting any... he'll talk to the leather workers that frequent the bar. Play pool in the back and bind up boys with boot blacking and saddle leather corsets.

Damn fine work, maybe he can get a deal if he does an exchange. A sketch of Bucky like this, full and flush and aching, overcome... not without talking about it with him, which won't happen until this is well and truly out of his system. If only he knew exactly how to make that happen. By now it's got to be hitting the point of too much, too sensitive, too sore, and he pulls out the toy in Bucky's mouth, pressing an almost chaste kiss to his throat. "Good boy. It's hard. I know it's hard, but you're doing good for me."

Gentle nonsense, the soft press of his lips to Bucky's jaw, that little spot behind his ear the other fella thought he could get a taste of.

Maybe he'll sock him later. Definitely gonna tell the owners, get him banned.

"Just breathe for a little while, Buck. Alright? I'm gonna take care of everything. You know I will." Like this it's easy, he knows what Bucky needs and how to make sure he gets it. Right now that's a quick wipe down and some water, cool from a plain cup, gently tipped against his lips. One hand combs through Bucky's hair, tugging it back to rest against his stomach as he stares down. "How we feeling?"

Steve's taken the toy out of his mouth but not the one slid into him. It sits there, the material's hardness never lulling him quite to accept it as easily as a flesh and blood cock; each time he breathes or shifts, it reminds Bucky of its presence all over again. Bucky nods, and all he can manage at first is a pleased hum in reply, his dick giving a little twitch as Steve somehow manages to drag out one last blurt of come with nothing else but his words and a soft kiss pressed to his throat, to that spot behind his ear that the other man's bearded face had been pressed into.

That's all he's got at the moment while the aftershocks of coming a second time so soon after the first are still rolling through him.

Bucky kind of floats like that. It's easy to lose time. Nothing else exists but the hardness still pinned inside him and his straining erection, which - if he had the blindfold off- looks rampant and hungry with a trail of come seeping down the thick shaft.

A whine works up his throat as Steve urges him against him, the shift in his balance nudging the toy to press and press. Lifting his arm - Steve didn't say he couldn't touch him, just couldn't touch his own dick - Bucky winds it around Steve's slender waist; it's a little limp, a little tired, nowhere near brimming with the casual strength he had earlier down the hallway. With a grateful sound, Bucky parts his lips, letting Steve decide how much water he can have. He still feels feverish, still feels hot, but it does help, just as much as the cool cloth wiping him down.

"Like someone's got a stranglehold on my dick," Bucky's voice sounds raspy, thready with arousal. And like he has to really think about how to put words together in a sentence. He sounds more dazed than concerned when he asks; "You don't think I can die from this, do you?"

"I don't think you can die from it, Buck." He hopes not. There's a medic, not quite a doctor but someone that knows their stuff he can call on in case things like this happen or a scene gets too rough, make sure everyone's okay but...he doesn't want to call them in. Not if they can handle it.

And he's pretty sure he can handle this.

Soft fingers through Bucky's hair, a softer voice gentle against his skin while he gives Buck a breather. It might help. And it sure as shit is nice to have him all sweet and clinging, soft and pretty as anything. Leaning on Steve like he needs him.

Like he couldn't get this from anyone in the club for the ask'n.

"Just keep breath'n till it's not so much. Gonna give you a little time and then work you over again, alright? You know I'll take care of you." Because-

Well.

It's obvious to him that he's been gone for Buck for awhile, but you don't say that. Knock around with a fella, sure, but you don't- you can't build a life like that. Even if he wants it.

"Death by coming too much; not the worst way to go," Bucky's laugh comes out a little broken.

His arm tightens a little around Steve like he doesn't want to share him with anyone else, even as he sinks into that nice, warm space in the darkness, where it's only Steve's fingers combing through his hair and his deep voice gentled just for him. Maybe outside this room, Steve does it to those other guys he plays these games with too, but in here, Bucky can pretend it's only for him. Steve might slap him around when he needs it, rough him up when he wants it, but then he adds in these soft moments that you wouldn't expect from Steve.

And Steve allows Bucky to silently lean on him for support. Thank God, Steve doesn't question it. It's not something Bucky can really do outside these games, because out of the two of them, Bucky's more able-bodied, which means working the harder jobs and working them often. Sometimes juggling two or three if they're limited hours. He'd never dream of bitching about it either. You had to man up or you didn't. And if you didn't they'd be out on the streets or Steve wouldn't have medicine. And he's sure as hell never bringing it up to Steve, when the little guy's got it way rougher than anyone does. So if someone has to shoulder the burden to keep them afloat, it just makes sense for Bucky to do it.

Bucky hides his face in Steve's shirt, trying to catch his breath like Steve says, even if his cock gives this horrifically eager lurch at Steve promising to work him over. He's not ready yet. But by God, is his dick practically frothing at the bit. Bucky noses the shirt up to press messy kisses along Steve's flat belly. "You're too good to me, pal. You really are."

"That's a fine thing to say to a fella that got you doped up." If he'd ust let Bucky walk in with him, if he was willing to risk that- not for himself. Too many people already think he's a fairy, it doesn't bother him. But Bucky...

He'd give anything, risk anything to make sure Bucky was in the clear. That he was safe. And somehow that caution got his best guy, his best friend, all tangled up in a drug that has him harder than rebar and hungry as a cat in heat. First time to the club shouldn't have been like this and he'll be kicking himself for weeks. Just had to come out tonight. Buck was tired, Steve could tell, but no. Had to drag him out to have him because he wanted to be able to fuck him and hear him instead of having to gag him.

Boo hoo. Poor little Stevie Rogers.

He shakes off the self recrimination and focuses on Bucky. The angry red of his cock twitching and leaking, the way he leans into him for every gentle touch. Maybe something slower? Kinder than the roughhousing they usually do when they play. It toes the line of fool'n around and something he can't risk but... he could get away with it right now. "It'll be alright."

Just gonna hold him like Buck holds him so often when he's shuddering with cold or can't breathe, pet his hair. Squeeze the nape of his neck and tell him how good he's being, because he is.

Shaking his head, Bucky winds his other arm around Steve, hugging him close even if it also looks like he's practically prostrating himself for his best friend. His reply ends up muffled against Steve's skin: "You're not the one who slipped me that stuff. I was being stupid. I wanted to make you green and I liked the attention."

Maybe Steve's right. He's got it bad for attention, a real slut for it, and it's finally gotten him in trouble.

If Steve hadn't been here, Bucky can see how this would've ended up. And he'd be more worried about if he still wasn't so hard up. The guy was rougher when he'd been groping him, large hands reaching down to give his ass a bruisingly hard squeeze while dry fingers had started to dip into his crack; he probably would've railed him hard, used him to get his rocks off. Bucky shivers at the thought, at the flush of arousal that's kind of just…going for everything and anything. Maybe that's fine if Steve's doing it, or involved in watching over Bucky if they involved other people.

But if the drug had gotten Bucky this bad, he would've walked off with that stranger to God knows where, and not had a thought for his safety. Especially a guy who looked like he could snap Bucky in half.

Bucky inhales the clean skin over Steve's belt, shivering under the praise raining down on him as he laps wet stripe after wet stripe before lowering his head to rub the cheek Steve had slapped against his fly with a soft moan. Steve's taken care of him so well, but what about him?

How he doesn't notice the focus with which Bucky is nuzzling and tugging at his undershirt until it's rucked up and he's got his lips pressed to skin, Steve will chalk up to how damn worried he is. At first he thought this would be an easy ride but what if it does hurt Buck in the long wrong?

What if the fever becomes too hot, gets him laid up for a few days? He'll need to do some crazy portraits to get even half of what Buck makes with his jobs. He can't support them on his income, even with running papers. Mind circling the realities of living it's only when a hot tongue drags against his abdomen that he realizes what Bucky's after.

"Buck- you know I can't go more than once-" Gently chiding, the hand on his nape squeezing and giving him a little shake, like one would a misbehaving puppy. "And I wanna have mine inside you."

But he doesn't stop him. Not when he's so determined to offer him something, cock half hard and twitching. Getting hard enough to actually fuck him might take some doing but... a hummer's not a bad way to start.

He muffles the groan against Steve's belt buckle, breath hot against his skin and condensing on the metal, the easiness they descended into starting to flare up into something else after what seems way too short a time. It's the clever hand gripping the nape of his neck to give him a shake like he might scruff him. Out of the two of them right now, the only one who's got any common sense left is Steve.

It turns out that not only does Bucky have a knack for sucking cock, he gets off on Steve striping his tongue with hot come. But what Bucky really likes best of all? Feeling the throb of his dick inside of him as Steve's hips slap against him in increasingly graceless thrusts that turn to rutting, right before he holds and paints his insides.

"Just lemme give you a preshow, c'mon, you'll still get to come inside me," Bucky sounds about as convincing as he can right now, which is mostly desperate. Like he might die if he can't get his mouth on him. Steve's not saying no, so…

Bucky fumbles at his belt, hands made clumsy with how much of a hurry he's in (especially before Steve changes his mind), and once he's got it hanging loose, Bucky doesn't even bother to drag Steve's pants down. Instead, Bucky works Steve's half-hard cock through his fly by touch alone, wishing he could see it; he's always loved that visual of Steve's dick framed by his street clothes, like he can't be bothered to strip further.

Delicately feeling around until Bucky can steady him at the base of his cock, Bucky carefully ducks his head, lips parted to run them along the side of his cock in a slow tease, tongue rising to paint the first tease of dampness against the half-hard shaft. His other hand drifts upwards under Steve's undershirt, palm skidding against a nipple.

He should push harder. Pull away. But when Buck's so damn desperate, trying so hard to be sweet- it's hard to tell him no. Especially with everything running through his veins, all that heat and hunger. With an indulgent sigh Steve lets familiar hands fumble with his belt and fly, gently shifts them around. Lays Buck back on the sofa until he's half propped up by the arm and cushions so he can kneel and let the furniture take the weight.

Get off his feet for a moment and rest. He's been wind'n himself up since he decided they should come here and god, if he ain't some kind of ready to snap.

Might not get all the way hard with how his heart goes but oh- those lips dragging so pink and so sweet, the feverheat radiating off Bucky's panting breath and mouth-

He could push the blindfold back. Watch his eyes go dark, his lashes smear with tears as he gags himself trying to take too much too quickly. Steve manages to not just barely, reaching down to hold him by the nape and keep him from getting too much more. Bitter salt beads at the head of his cock, breath stuttering in his chest from the stroke of his hands. "Focus up, Barnes. You wanted to gimme a preshow- show me what you got."

Bucky lets Steve arrange him on the couch how he wants, whimpering when it ends up jostling the toy inside him. Bucky's eyes slam shut inside the blindfold, because for a moment there, it'd shifted and fucking held against his prostate. While Steve's busy, Bucky can't help it: he go against Steve's orders, but it's for a good cause, because he has to give himself a firm squeeze at the base of his dick before he embarasses himself and comes too early again. Last thing he wants right now; if it's gonna happen, he wants it with Steve's cock shoved between his lips or stuffing him full. Plus he's a little worried coming so quickly after the second one might actually put him into an early grave.

Soon as it passes, Bucky jerks his hand away from his cock, then settles against the couch, half propped up by the armrest, reaching up blindly to help steady Steve. He pats around, hands settling on narrow hips as he helps guide him onto the couch, perched above him.

Once he's sure Steve's braced himself, Bucky gets back to work: he brushes against the side of his cock with his jaw, then turns his head to press soft kisses against the velvety shaft, all the way to the bulbous head where - Bucky's nose flares, smelling the tang of salt - he drags his tongue along the slit to break that clear bead, before wrapping tender lips around it to suckle at him as if trying to milk more of that taste.

It's taking the last shreds of willpower to keep it teasing and not just swallow him down on the getgo.

He catches that moment, of course he does- but it wasn't to stroke. Wasn't to get himself off. Bucky was trying to hold back and that deserves a reward if anything. Both of his hands smooth through Buck's hair, voice a low, warm burr. Pride and affection alike dripping like honey from his lips, fingers smoothing along his cheek, his brows, petting the bridge of his nose. Tracing his lips like he's smudging shadows onto paper for an obscene portrait.

Steve's voice goes low and rasped and hungry. Buck can't see the way his eyes get blown dark, how his flush blooms from throat to thigh. But he can feel the plumping twitch of his cock, hear his breath stutter. "Jesus Christ, Bucky-"

Hungry and messy with it, so soft, so sweet, so goddamn perfect. Like he was made for sin, made for this, and it takes everything to keep a firm grip on his hair so he doesn't swallow down more than just the head. Teasing both of them and Steve knows it but if Buck gets more in his mouth? He'll shoot off early.

Thing is, Bucky's got no idea how many he's got in him. Or if the drug'll wring him dry past that, until he's shaking and nothing comes out. But this one's for Steve. He's only losing it with Steve inside him. Luckily Steve gets the memo. Really, Bucky wanted to obey but sometimes you had to look at the long run and break ranks for a second. He comes down from that cliff, although it's close, real close.

Bucky tilts his face into the hands caressing along his hair, painting aimless trails down his face, pleasure making it go slack as Steve just…strokes him all over like he's smoothing harsh shadows away. Bucky can't get enough when Steve gets mean and gets rough, but it's also because it leads into these quieter moments too. When he can be just as soft to Steve as he is to him.

Maybe he can't see, but he can feel the way Steve's cock fills out that much more, the way Steve's breath skips. Bucky slots his tongue up along the slit and drags it there, lapping up more saltiness in a wet swipe. Soft lips clasped around the blunt head, Bucky strains a little at the grip on his hair at first, eyes stinging with the pain as Steve's grip tightens. Oh no you don't, that grip says, because Steve knows him way too well to get fooled.

So Bucky'll be nice and play fair. He stops straining and lavishes the head with singular attention, tongue swiping below the domed bottom as his cheeks hollow on a slow, deep suck, while he pumps lazily at the thickening base.

Edited (typoed at end) 2025-06-02 05:37 (UTC)

Consensual Control

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