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It would be both incorrect and unkind to say that Bucky’s desires had taken a turn for the darker after HYDRA, the brainwashing, torture and control they exerted over him for seventy long years. Or, not darker per se, but filthier. A little closer to depraved. But looking down between his own thighs and seeing Bucky making himself comfortable with his face buried in Steve’s ass… The thought did come to mind.
Except Steve damn well knew that they hadn’t been tame or chaste beforehand. Back when he was still skinny and too small to easily do any damage on his own, Bucky had begged him to pour hot wax on his chest and thighs, or to be slapped across the face, or hit with the leather belt Bucky’d stolen for him that they had to punch extra holes into for it to fit Steve.
“You look good down there,” Steve said softly, the bite of the words gentled by his tone.
Bucky hummed, eyes fluttering a bit and Steve had to bite back a curse. His boy was so pretty, soft and pliable like warm clay. A masterpiece, if he had the right hands guiding him into shape.
And Steve was more than willing to be those hands.
He reached down, cupping his heavy balls up and out of the way to see Bucky’s face better. His mouth busy sucking bruises so high on Steve’s thighs that his nose would slide against that smooth, sensitive patch just behind Steve’s balls.
If he let them go… God they’d fit so well over Bucky’s storm-dark eyes.
“Sweet thing,” Steve murmured. He was careful, tender, as he combed through Bucky’s loose waves instead, exerting the lightest pressure against the back of his head. Feeling more than hearing the soft moan in response. “C’mon doll, get back to work.”
And, fuck, Bucky bent so easily, a flower in the wind. Somehow pressing himself further into the mattress, hands curled loosely around Steve’s hips and lashes fluttering against his cheeks as he pressed the flat of his tongue against Steve’s hole. His own hips grinding down against the mattress thoughtlessly.
Heat rushed through him, hissing out a rough exhale as he shifted his legs wider. He’s not sure if it’s the sight, the feeling, or just the act itself that made his dick twitch, dripping against his stomach. The soft, wet heat of Bucky’s mouth and tongue cutting through him like a knife through soft butter.
“Good boy, look at you. Such a slut, eating your man’s ass while you’ve got yours stuffed full; just can’t help yourself can you?”
Bucky’s answer was a soft, plaintive little sound, muffled against Steve’s skin before he threw himself into his task with more fervor. Sucking, licking, working his way into Steve’s body like he’d die if he couldn’t. Everything boiled down to the gentle coaxing of Bucky’s tongue prying into his rim.
Of course, Steve’s hole didn’t loosen up as quick or easily as Bucky’s did. It took time for Bucky to be able to easily press his tongue deep into Steve’s body, making him bite back a curse as his hips jerked against Bucky's face. Then again Steve wasn’t the one begging for a dick in him five times a day, getting fucked loose and sloppy until he was a boneless mess dripping cum onto the sheets and absolutely stupid with it.
It was easy to lose track of time; Bucky practically making out with his asshole and jerkily humping the bed. Lazy heat suffused through him, alternating between petting Bucky’s hair and using it to yank him in closer. As much as he wanted to, though, he couldn’t ignore the throb of his cock forever.
“Bucky,” he cooed, watching those hazy eyes blink up at him in response.
Christ it didn’t look like there was a thought behind those eyes, continuing to kitten lick at Steve’s asshole as if that was all he knew how to do.
It made Steve greedy. Made him run hot with the need to possess and break this man while he was so deep and trusting.
When it was obvious that Bucky wasn’t going to move on his own, Steve took matters into his own hands to force him back, pulling at Bucky’s hair until he was gasping wetly, mouth red and swollen and his face a mess of spit.
God it made his head spin, almost more dizzying than the rimming itself.
He wished he'd had the forethought to put a collar on him, something to make it easier to drag him around. Instead he used all that thick hair as a makeshift leash, yanking and watching Bucky scrabble on his knees to follow Steve's wordless demands.
“C’mere handsome,” he murmured, coaxing him into straddling Steve’s hips. Reveling in the punched out groan that rattled his chest as he clumsily clambered on top of him.
God he was so pretty when he couldn't even think to act seductive. Every brain cell devoted to giving Steve every hole he had.
Which…
One hand stayed secure in Bucky’s hair, but he dragged the other down the strong lines of his back, over the generous curve of his ass before pressing into the seam of his cheeks.
Above him, every exhale was tinged with a whine, legs trembling as he tried to spread them even wider and giving Steve easier access to the fat toy plugging him up.
“Good boy…” Steve managed to push himself up just enough to press a chaste kiss to the top of his lover’s cheekbone.
And when Bucky tried to follow, to press his filthy mouth to Steve’s, it was so easy to evade him, tugging his hair harder to keep him back. “Not yet.”
The look Bucky pinned on him was pitiful and so sweet for it. Like the refusal left him devastated.
“Don’t give me that,” Steve chided. With one hand firmly tangled in Bucky’s hair and the other pressing against the silicone plug, Bucky could barely move.
Well, he could if he put his mind to it. Bucky was easily as strong as Steve was, even after months of being out of the field. But when he was dumb and fucked out like this, he might as well be weak as a kitten.
Steve’s thumb traced where Bucky’s over-stretched rim met the toy, feeling him tremble violently. “How’s it feeling, Buck?” he asked.
“Full,” he breathed, blinking sightlessly at the ceiling.
The second Steve let go of his hair, he collapsed onto Steve’s chest. He shoved his ass up enticingly, but otherwise slumped like a puppet with its strings cut.
Warm pride bloomed in Steve’s chest, kissing Bucky’s sweat-damp temple and petting his hair until he settled a bit.
Not a lot. Steve wanted him to be a mess and wanted him to be barely able to think about anything except cock and cum.
Bucky was still shaking when he started to work the plug out, his hole desperately trying to hold onto it. Peering over his shoulder, Steve could practically see the way his rim clung to the widest part of the toy, all the while Bucky whimpered and moaned like the slut he was.
“Mmh, there it is,” Steve murmured. Finally, the toy slipped out. White streaks of cum decorated the black plug, likely from this morning when Steve had bred his ass up with a handful of loads before plugging him up for the day.
It didn’t surprise him in the slightest that it took less than four hours before Bucky had been squirming on his lap, begging to rim him like he’d die without it. It never failed to get him running hot all the same, gut clenching tight as his dick throbbed every time.
It was no wonder that Steve was regularly fucking him at least five times a day. The rest of his team learned fast to never drop in on their apartment without calling first.
Steve’s breath shook as he dropped the dirtied toy onto the bed and hooked his fingers roughly into Bucky’s empty hole, cursing at how fucking soft his insides were from being stretched open most of the day.
He wanted his man ruined . Luckily, Bucky was always eager to be ruined if it was Steve’s hands and cock breaking him.
“Such a fucking slut, aren’t you,” he cooed as he tugged at Bucky’s wide-open rim. Three fingers easily fit inside, and his pretty hole didn’t fight when Steve pulled down, down to expose his cumslick ass to the air. “Gonna teach you how to prolapse one of these days, what d’you think about that? Get you so loose that you can’t even keep your insides from pushing out of you.”
That got Bucky clenching up, a hot line of cum pushing out and sliding down the back of Steve’s hand. Even more dripped onto Steve’s stomach as his cock leaked like a goddamn faucet. “Yeah,” he gasped out, as if his body wasn’t obvious enough about how much he wanted it. “Yes Steve.”
His fingers slipped out easily, to Bucky’s absolutely gutted cry, and he didn’t care to do anything more than smear the mess onto his lover’s thighs. “C’mere, get on my cock. You want another load, don’t you?”
The answering whine was breathless, Bucky’s legs trembling as he lifted himself up and groped awkwardly behind himself to guide Steve’s cock into him.
His own sigh was drowned out by Bucky’s desperate moaning as he sank down on the entire length in one easy motion.
It was funny: no matter how loose and messy Bucky felt on Steve’s fingers, his mouth, he still gripped Steve’s cock like a fucking glove. Hot, wet, and squeezing rhythmically. Well-fucking practiced at it to the point where he did it even when he was too far gone to even form words.
He gripped Bucky’s hips tightly, keeping him balanced. “Then you better get to work, Buck,” he said, his own voice a little breathless.
That had nothing on Bucky, whining pitchily as his eyes screwed shut and he did what he was best at: following Steve’s orders.
It wouldn’t be a long ride. Steve was going to enjoy it while it lasted before shoving Bucky face down into the mattress to rail him properly.