bakerstreet | Sexting

I bet you're good under torture, Frank, but I can do this for hours. [His breath ghosts warm against him, lips sliding up and tongue flicking out to catch the bead of precum before it drips too far down over the swollen head of his cock.

The bastard even looks like he's savoring it, lids fluttering shut for a moment. He follows the back of Frank's scarred knuckles with his mouth, prodding firmly against his hole with his fingertips, circling slower until the muscle relaxes enough for him to ease one it. He's just slick enough from Bucky's efforts to take the single digit, metal sliding smoother than flesh ever could until it's in deep.]

Sure you can.

[ Though in reality, Frank doesn't actually doubt Bucky's ability to be patient. The best thing he can do at that moment is close his eyes rather than watch Bucky lick up and seemingly enjoy that bead of pre-cum, though that's not as helpful as he'd hoped. Vivid imagination, and all.

And then, a metal finger begins to slide inside of him.

The thought of it has an even stronger appeal to Frank than the actual process, with just a single finger, he still can't help but moan lowly while releasing his hold on his cock just in case Bucky plans to use his mouth there further. ]

[Yup, that's exactly what he wants, and he's more than happy to sweep his mouth up after Frank pulls away, taking over with a hot drag of his tongue until his lips can close around the tip and slide downward.

For a guy who's been in cryo for the better part of a century he's a pretty damn good cock sucker, though he probably won't say where he learned that particular skill.

He takes him in slow, dragging against his palate until he just touches the back of his throat, lips tight and cheeks hollowing as he drags back and then down slow again, but Frank's a big enough guy (even if he wants to say that generously) that he can't take him all, leaving Bucky to curl his fingers around the base to stroke.

His other hand remains in place, leaving him to adjust to the intrusion.]

[ He doesn't ever bother to question the whys or hows of Bucky's talents, happy to accept them for what they are and what they do to him.

Right now that mouth is so hot and wet, so inviting; between Bucky's mouth and his metal hand it's a massive show of willpower that Frank manages to keep his hips (mostly) still, though they do twitch upward a little when Bucky takes him to the back of his throat.

The desire to come is building, and he's pretty sure the other soldier is aware of that. The question is, will he stop him or not? Despite his desire to fuck him in the shower, Frank can't say he wants any of this to stop right now. Like hell he'd ask Bucky to move his mouth or fingers away. ]

[He notices the subtle twitch of the muscle in his abdomen, the tension in his thighs and tightness in his balls... which he really shouldn't neglect, so he pulls off his cock to mouth over them again, sharing his attention between licking and stroking with his thumb.]

Imagining someone prettier? [He smirks up at him, turning his cheek against Frank's thigh to nip at a faint scar he finds there, then presses his lips to suck a mark to the surface, trying to get Frank's attention enough to actually look at him.

That metal hand moves, just a little, tilting his palm up as he curls his finger deep inside him before dragging outward. He doesn't have enough sensation in the limb to know what he's looking for by touch, but he knows Frank will react when he finds it.]

[ This time Frank doesn't even try to silence his groan when Bucky moves his attention back to his balls. And then he's gone before they can tighten further, leaving him slightly breathless as those sinful lips start sucking on his skin, hard enough that he knows by now there'll be a mark left behind.

He does open his eyes, forcing himself to try and calm his pounding heartbeat at the sight of Bucky smirking up at him, feeling his finger moving inside. ]

Prettier than you? Don't think so.

[ Oh fuck-

Frank is really feeling on the goddamn edge with the way Bucky's metal finger is pressing against him in just the right way. He's ready to accept the orgasm, feels it coming... ]

[Bucky doesn't let him have it though, though he continues to stroke up against that spot once he finds it, pressing up until the other man's dick jumps against his cheek and his balls tighten further.

Then he backs down, the fingers around his base tightening, thumb pressing in to quell his release before he can achieve it.

He did say he could do this for hours, didn't he?] Flatterer. [Before Frank can reply he rubs up against that spot again, just in case he forgets how close he is.]

[ He'd been so prepared to come that the sudden denial leaves him a touch dazed.

There's a gasp at the hard press of that finger, right where he wants it, but he's stuck. ]

Bucky...

[ A slightly shaky hand moves to the man's hair, fingers digging in just enough to be uncomfortable as he growls out his partner's name.

He tries to keep it as more of a warning than a plea. ]

[He peers up at him with an almost smug smile, lips drawing up the inside of Frank's thigh again]

Frank. [Not that he expects him to give in so easily, not just yet. This is why they played so well together.

He knows how to help him along though, where some of Frank's soft spots were... and they didn't include his dick. Instead, Bucky rises up further on his knees, relaxing him to steady a hand against Frank's chest so he can lean up and brush his mouth against the other soldier's own, teasing with the promise of a kiss.]

[ Is Frank a bit of a sucker for a nice kiss?

Yeah, he is. Especially from a nice full set of lips like Bucky's.

He moves his hand out of Bucky's hair to his broad shoulders, holding onto them as he meets the soft touch of lips with something much hungrier, more passionate than the initial brush of the other soldier's mouth would suggest.

If there was any indication that he's not feeling all that patient, this is really it. ]

[It had taken Bucky awhile to warm up to the idea of kissing the other soldier, it had seemed like such an intimate act, and what they'd started with was far from intimate-- it was fast and filthy and satisfying.

But this was growing on him, especially with how desperate Frank seemed to get once he was kissing the breath from him, no matter where his mouth had been moments before.

He lets him lead for a moment before pressing deeper, until there's teeth and tongue and he's licking into Frank's mouth, even while he goes back to stroking a finger deep inside of him, starting that build over again.]

[ Bucky isn't the only one who hesitated with kissing at first.

Frank worried that it was a betrayal to his late wife, to do something so intimate with someone else. But as he and Bucky have grown closer, it's been almost an inevitable growth to their physical relationship... and Frank has grown used to the idea of kissing more as time's gone on.

Now it can be fun too, with a bit of dominance play. He likes trying to take control of the kiss from Bucky, while the other man does the same, until they're clashing just as hard as anything else.

It feels good. He has to let himself feel good once in awhile.

Speaking of which... that damn finger is stroking him back toward the climax that had been so rudely snatched away. Frank has no doubt the same will happen again. He growls a little into Bucky's mouth, fingers digging into his skin. ]

[Solid muscle shifts under the dig of fingers, hard enough to bruise, but he likes it that way. It also leaves the Solider smirking, dragging away from the kiss with a pull of teeth.] Gonna be stubborn today, huh Frank?

[He kisses him again, adding to the bruises that will likely only show on Frank in the morning, attacking his mouth before his lips travel down his jaw instead, letting his beard scratch along his cheek before teeth find his throat.]

Gonna give up?

[ He asks, forcing himself not to chase the bruising kiss. Bucky's mouth returns shortly, but only for a moment before he's moving down his jaw, those teeth wonderfully rough on his throat.

He tilts his head to the side and arches his back a little, looking for more. More from Bucky's mouth, more from his finger.

Goddamn it. He wants the guy to fuck him already. ]

No. [He breaths against his skin, leaving a trail of raised skin under each nip and press of his teeth. He stops only to suck a darker mark above his collarbone, then works his way down along the other man's chest, seeking out a nipple to catch and tug between his teeth, soothing over the sting with his tongue a moment later.

Bucky leaves his cock untouched for the moment, but he can still feel the way his balls tighten against his wrist with each sharp pulse of pleasure, especially once he finds his prostate again and rubs against it relentlessly.]

[ Frank is a swearing mess as Bucky works him over. He's relentless with his mouth and his finger, all hitting sweet spots and making him go crazy with need.

He's left without relief, however, and it's gradually starting to seem less like a victory not to get fucked in the shower.

All right. His pride can take the hit. It's not like anyone's gonna know aside from Bucky. ]

Fuck- all right! Please, fuck me already. That good enough for you?

[His eyes are bright as he glances up at him again, mouth pulling into a too-smug smirk after he draws his mouth away from his abused chest.] Yeah, that's good.

[Bucky leans up again, rewarding him with another bruising kiss as he withdraws his hand, taking a moment to palm his cock against his belly, gathering himself up to rise to his feet and strip out of the rest of his clothing.

He breaks the kiss once he's up, turning to stalk off towards Frank's bathroom to get the water running.]

[ Frank sighs loudly when Bucky pulls away completely, closes his eyes and takes a few deep breaths to try and calm himself down.

Goddamn it.

He waits until he hears the water running before getting (a bit shakily) to his feet and following the now-naked Bucky into the bathroom. ]

Don't get too smug about it. [ Too late for that though, it seems. ]

[Bucky could care less about letting the water get warm, but he does stall Frank outside the curtain, draping his arms across the other man's shoulders to press a sucking bite against the side of his neck. He'll show affection when Frank's earned it, using the motion to reach behind him to pop open the medicine cabinet behind his bathroom mirror to snag the lube.]

Stop pretending you don't love my dick in you, Castle.

[ He's going to be a mess when this is over, if he isn't already, but that doesn't stop him from tilting his head slightly to give Bucky room to leave yet another bruising bite against his neck. ]

Stop acting like an asshole about it, Barnes.

[ But there's no denial of the fact. Bucky knows what he's doing, and it feels good. What's there not to like? ]

Not gonna happen. [His lips curl up against the hot, bruised and bitten skin he'd left behind, pressing a soft almost apologetic kiss against it, because he can occasionally be tender too. Not that it's something either one of them will admit to.

He reaches to catch Frank's jaw, tilting his head back up to shove another kiss against his mouth, then another, softer, drawing it out with a whole lotta tongue as he guides them back to step into the shower and the warming water spray.

Bucky knows that Frank's place is cheap and shitty and off the radar so the hot water will only last so long so--] Turn around.

Edited 2018-05-09 04:54 (UTC)

Figured as much.

[ No, he won't admit it, though Frank also likes the soft kisses and touches, especially on top of skin that's already been thoroughly abused.

The kiss distracts and Bucky guides him into the shower. He grabs at the soldier's arms again, as always, enjoying the contrast of warm skin and cool metal against his fingers.

Then the hot spray of water hits him. It won't last very long, that's true, so he doesn't bother spending time arguing with the command. Frank turns around, facing away from Bucky, much too eager for this after the prolonged teasing session in the living room. ]

[If anything, Bucky's thorough, efficient, but he isn't an unkind lover. He may actually be particularly fond of Frank, regardless if he admits to it or not.

Still, Frank turning on command pleases him, and he can't help but press a small smile against the back of his shoulder as he fits against his back, both hands smoothing over his hips, flesh and metal alike.

One day he'll give him control if trusts him enough, right now he does his best not to submit, even if he wants too. There's too much that still holds him down.

Bucky leans in to press his lips against the nape of Frank's neck, one hand curling around his belly to palm his cock while the other prods with lube slick fingers between the ass offered out to him.

[ Frank doesn't mind submitting as much as he acts like he does. Bucky is a goddamn powerful force, and the soldier in Frank finds it relatively easy to obey him. Makes him wonder how many people he commanded during his time as the Winter Soldier.

It seems worth it for that little smile against his shoulder. Call him sentimental, but he's gotten particularly fond of Bucky too.

Not that either of them are getting into that now.

He closes his eyes and presses his hands against the shower wall for balance. He moans softly at the twin sensations of the hand rubbing his cock and the fingers at his hole, and spreads his legs a bit wider to offer up better access. ]

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