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"You good, Sammy?" Bucky is looking at Sam in the mirror at the end of their bed. Sam is moving so so slowly up and down on Bucky's dick and he thinks he could stay there forever if his legs were stronger. He doesn't want to leave it, won't have to for a while if Bucky can keep the cockring on for as long as Sam wants him to.
They've been going at it for a while now. Sam hasn't come yet, he's been close for a long time. He's challenging himself to hold off even without the help of a ring on his dick but he's starting to lose the plot. Looking at the two of them together, how good they look slick with sweat and spit, Sam can't quite remember why he wanted to hold off.
"Sam?" Bucky repeats more firmly and Sam doesn't remember what the question was, just says "good" back because he is, this is. That must do the trick as far as a response goes because Bucky doesn't stop. Instead he rolls them so Sam is laid out flat on his stomach and thrusts deep and slow into him. The new angle causes Bucky's dick to pull stronger on the rim of Sam's hole and sets the concentrated nerves there on fire. Bucky fucking into Sam is causing Sam to fuck into the mattress under him, the sheets are soft but not that soft and the friction is a little uncomfortable. Sam lets himself feel the discomfort without being distracted by it. It's another sensation that Bucky has given him.
"Do you wanna come, Sammy? I know you're close, you gotta be." Sam isn't sure how Bucky still sounds so put together when Sam can barely form a thought. He started off fine, but after his second time of almost coming down Bucky's throat and Bucky pulling away before he could he started to feel more desperate, more fuzzy around the edges. It's nice, he feels safe and cared for. Bucky's being sweet with him which isn't always the case, something he definitely enjoys. He does want to come but he doesn't want this to end and isn't sure how to form that into words. Bucky stops moving above him and he's worried his lack of an answer will bring this all to an end anyway but Bucky just rolls him over onto his back to rub their dicks together. Sam can feel the metal around Bucky's dick, it's body warm in a way his prosthetic doesn't usually get.
"You in there Sam? Where'd you go?" Sam feels kind of dumb now, he's usually the one checking in and now he can't even answer simple questions.
"'M here. Can't come, don't wanna stop," his voice sounds more timid than he's ever heard it. Bucky just smiles down at him and gives him a kiss, still grinding against Sam's own genitals.
"You can come and we can keep going. Doesn't have to stop, Sammy." Bucky's voice sounds different than it ever has before too. It's the gentlest he's ever sounded, like Sam's just the sweetest thing in the world and Bucky wants to take care of him. Sam loves this voice and the way it makes him feel.
"Okay, Buck," Sam responds softly. Bucky sits up on Sam's thighs and raises up on his knees. He's doing something behind his back that Sam can't see and Sam isn't too sure how long that lasts but when he finishes he scoots forwards and then sinks down on Sam's dick. Sam is suddenly and extremely overwhelmed, he didn't see that coming, can't see anything coming at the moment with how his vision has gone black. Bucky rides him steadily, rakes his nails down Sam's chest catching one nipple. The sensation seems to outweigh the action and when Bucky comes back up to pinch that nipple Sam comes with a shout. His foot wants to cramp but it holds off and Bucky keeps moving up and down on his dick. It's too much, Sam wants to cry at the feeling but he holds it in. He lets the near pain feeling take over and then move back, making way for him to feel good again.
It takes a while to happen but when it does he can open his eyes again. Bucky is looking at him, really studying his face and all Sam can do is smile dopily up at him. "Good," Sam tells him, hoping that will be enough to convey the million different things he's feeling. The thoughts he would be having if he could think anything besides "Bucky", "more", "love". Bucky hadn't stopped moving but now he speeds up, leans down to kiss Sam and Sam makes messy work of it. It's the kind of kiss Bucky loves to give anyway so neither of them mind. Sam feels boneless in the best way, wonders if Bucky is getting tired. He's been doing all the work this whole time and that makes Sam want to do more for him.
"Fuck my face?" He pants into Bucky's ear and doesn't that get his attention quickly? "Are you sure, Sammy? It's not too much right now?" Sam's not sure what that means but he know's for certain that anything less would be a travesty. Now that he's had the idea he absolutely must have the real thing. "Want it, please Buck," Bucky looks at him a moment more and then dismounts. Sam's reinvigorated dick is shining from whatever it was that Bucky did behind his back earlier and he's briefly memorized at the sight. Bucky is moving around gathering pillows and putting them on the floor, disappears into the bathroom quickly and Sam hears water running and stopping before Buck comes back out to minutely adjust a pillow again. Sam just watches him work, dopey smile still on his face. He's lightly touching his own dick and waiting for Bucky to tell him what he should do next.
Once Bucky has things settled to his own approval he grabs Sam's hand, tugging lightly. Sam follows with ease and kneels where Bucky points. Bucky scoots him so the bed is against Sam's back and gives him a deep kiss, hands on either side of Sam's jaw to keep him in place. Just as Sam is getting lost in the kiss Bucky pulls away, chuckling at the whine Sam makes at the loss of contact.
"It's okay, Sammy, I got more for you," Buck says, guiding his dick to Sam's mouth. Sam opens to take it quickly. He wants to go down far and fast the way Bucky always does for him but Bucky maintains a hold on his jaw, controlling the pace and depth. It feels like Bucky is teasing himself with Sam's mouth and Sam is happy to let him. He wants Bucky to take from him anything he wants in this moment. Doesn't want him to hold back on Sam's behalf. A distant part of him knows that Bucky would never take more than Sam could give and he's filled with warmth at the thought, the warmth creeps further into his fuzzy mind and he let's himself let go of thought in favor of sensation. Bucky's slow pace is picking up speed, he's starting to nudge the back of Sam's throat and stay there for a moment and then a moment longer. Sam's throat works against the intrusion and he can hear Bucky groan. He works his throat in a more deliberate way and chokes a little bit. Bucky doesn't give him much time to recover, just laughs quietly and tells him to be easy.
"Be easy" sounds great to Sam, he can be easy for Bucky. He stops trying to help with his face fucking and let's Bucky run the show. "Wanna come soon Sammy, where do you want it?" Bucky asks, pulling out so Sam can answer. Sam just opens his mouth wide and sticks out his tongue. "Fuck, fuck fuck," is what Bucky says at the sight, taking quick aim and spilling on Sam's tongue and face. It's glorious. Bucky drops to his knees and moves fast to swipe up the mess with his tongue, dipping it into Sam's mouth so they can both share their prize. Bucky's hand is on Sam's forgotten dick and it doesn't take many pulls to get a second small but powerful orgasm out of Sam.
Right away bucky sweeps Sam up in his arms and places him in the center of the bed. "Hot," Sam says, because it is, and Bucky just smiles at the compliment. He sits on the bed next to Sam and begins to rub Sam's arms and legs, massages his hands and fingers. He's saying nice things to Sam, the words float over him more than into his consciousness for a while before he really begins to hear them. Lots of "So good's" and "Thank you's", all the sweet things Sam himself usually tells Bucky. Then Bucky is holding out water to Sam and Sam really doesn't want it but he knows from experience that there is no avoiding it. Knows it's important even if sitting up feels impossible right now.
He doesn't have to put much effort into it, Bucky guides him up with a strong hand behind his back and helps him to drink. Buck asks if he wants food and he knows he will soon. "Nap first?" he asks simply. "Of course, hang on a second, okay?" Bucky isn't gone long, just long enough to get some towels to cover any wet spots in the bed, neither of them up for changing the sheets just yet. They get into position, Bucky spooned up behind Sam and he wants to say something. Thanks or I love you. One seems not enough and the other, well. Post-coital is terrible timing to say that for the first time, they had only just recently had "What are we" talk after all, so instead he just presses closer to Bucky, says goodnight, and falls asleep to the feeling of Bucky whispering something softly into his hair.