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“B-Buck. Uh, wha-what ‘re-” Steve knew what he wanted to say, and he definitely knew that Buck would more than willing to hear and answer any questions or tentative concerns that Steve might have in the dreamily slow preparation protocol that Bucky seemed to be coming up with on the fly for Steve being dicked down in the most luxuriously tender way possible, but the words he wanted to say were stumbling their way out of his mouth under the warm leaden blanket of pleasure that Bucky was gifting him with. “-Buuucky!”
Okay, yeah, that was absolutely a whine, but Steve had been getting kissed all over and rimmed out for a literal hour by Bucky and his sweetly sadistic mouth while he had also been leisurely been pushing Steve’s bare thighs apart from behind by tiny little degrees with his own rough denim clad knees and draping the entirety of his sleek six-foot tall frame all over Steve’s back.
This shit was getting drastic, and Steve really felt he had earned the right to whimper and mewl a little bit between all of that and the fact that he was a trans super soldier and subject to at least one snarky Aren’t You A Little Short To Be A… comment a week, he weighed less than a hundred pounds soaking wet, and his cock had been hot to the touch and aching in a way that had been begging to be played with since his testosterone treatments had really started to kick in and-
“What'sa matter, Baby Boy?” Bucky abruptly pulled his soft pink lips and lazily swirling tongue away from Steve’s hole just enough to talk to him while he carelessly kneaded at his hips with long fingered hands that had always been pretty delicate looking for his size. Steve piteously keened through his teeth and pleadingly offered himself up with an arch of his back as Bucky teasingly nuzzled at the hyper-sensitive inner skin of both of Steve’s ass cheeks with a few barely there nips of his teeth. ”You finally gettin’ fussy enough to pick out which dick you want me to fill you up with, yet?”
Yes.
Any and all complaints that Steve had ever had about Bucky (which ranged from the mundane things like Bucky always haphazardly filling the dishwasher without any sort of cohesive organization at all to the bigger things like Bucky ruthlessly wiping out most of the remaining Hydra organisation that were still hanging on after DC with Yelena, Ava, Antonia, and Darcy without inviting him along) instantly evaporated out of his head in a hot cloud of lust-filled steam as he hiccupped around a gasp and feverishly nodded back at Bucky.
“Hard. Please.”
The needy little words that he just managed to beg at Bucky with weren’t exactly coming close to the clear and concise demand that Steve had in mind when he had opened his mouth, but the way that all of the air was audibly punched out of Bucky’s lungs the moment that reverently cupped Steve’s hips with his gently quivering hands was pretty damn gratifying regardless.
Mmmm.
The temperature difference between Bucky’s warm biological hand and his noticeably cooler vibranium one on Steve’s bare skin was actually nicely soothing even as Bucky gusted out huge hot hungry breathy noises and he wedged his smooth cheeked face back in the spot where he had been gleefully spending so much time lately so that he could gently hook his cybernetic thumb over the lovingly stretched out rim of Steve’s asshole and open him up a little more and give him another parting syrupy slow sloppy lick.
That was very, nice, and Steve went blissfully limp and passive as he pillowed his head on his crossed arms and peacefully surrendered to any other worshipful moves that Bucky might feel like spoiling him with as he dreamily lolled from side to side under the firm guidance of Bucky’s silent instructions and compassionate hands.
Yeah, he didn’t see any need to take the metaphorical reins out of Bucky’s hands, since Steve didn’t necessarily get pampered on a daily basis and he knew just how much contentment Bucky got out of servicing him like this in every way his soft little heart felt like doing. He was a very sweet top, after all.
It still didn’t keep Steve from drowsily lifting his head and trying to mumble a request or two at Bucky after he gracelessly half scrambled and half fell off the bed in his apparent hunt for the dildo that he was intent on fucking Steve with. He did get distracted for a few seconds by the sight of Bucky’s perky little ass and the way that it was masterfully framed by his threadbare skin tight jeans and the gleaming black leather and polished silver buckles of Bucky’s strap-on harness, though.
Well, it wasn’t like Bucky didn’t know what getting an eyeful of his barely concealed butt did to Steve, because Steve had pretty much done the exact same thing well before he had ever gotten up under Buck’s more or less metaphorical skirts almost a century ago.
“Can you use that little air sucky thing sex toy on me too?”
“Sure thing, Sweetness. Do you, ah-” Bucky impatiently flipped the long disheveled rope of his glossy braided hair back over his bronzed shoulder with a toss of his head as he distractedly wiggled his right index finger in a crooking motion without stopping his search, which seemed to be coming to an end as Bucky got closer to the bottom of the drawer that they kept such things in. “-You want the one that goes on your finger and sucks on your cock or the one that does that and goes inside you at the same time?”
“Just the finger one today, thanks.” Bucky absentmindedly showed his agreement with a jerky up-and-down bobble of his head without looking away from the toy that he had just made a triumphant noise at and was currently feeding through the O-ring in his harness and quite possibly into himself as well, judging by the way that he was reaching down and pushing something upwards around his pelvis with a wobbly shudder of his own hips.
Steve serenely allowed himself a euphoric wiggle and a broad grin of his own. There wasn’t going to be a better time to casually drop the suggestion that was going to really make Bucky’s day, after all.
“You know, I bet that you’re making enough slick by yourself that you can probably use it as lube on me if you want.”
“Holy fucking shit, Stevie! That’s one hell of an idea.”
Bucky had a stunned but delighted grin on his hectically flushing face as he instantly whipped his face in Steve’s direction. He was all wide grey eyes that almost looked like they had a stronger green tinge to them than usual, though that might just be down to the stone jade nipple piercings that were prettily decorating his small breasts and bringing Steve’s attention to the false cock that was gently bobbing in the open fly of his jeans, which was made of-
“No!” Bucky looked like his face was already threatening to collapse from bewildered and dejected shame from Steve’s shocked exhale, so Steve did his best to flail onto his side and stretch out to quickly pat Bucky’s hip a few times in a desperate but genuine show of reassurance despite the way that all of his bones felt like they were made out of poorly set up jello. “No, no, no Buck, I’m all good with you fucking me with it, I’m just shocked that you somehow have a fucking vibranium dildo.”
Bucky instantly slouched a little and relaxed with a much sunnier expression as he contemplatively closed his right hand around the deliciously thick looking and seamlessly ridged length of what might just be the most expensive metallic cock in the world and lazily started jerking himself off with a leonine smirk.
“I commissioned it off of Ayo’s wife the last time that we were in Wakanda, and well-” Steve preemptively groaned in despair at the impish look on Bucky’s face that was clearly projecting the fact that he was winding up to a particularly terrible joke. “-You did say you wanted a hard one, and this one is so hard that you could flick’a coin at it and it would probably ricochet back off.”
Steve tried to disapprovingly huff through an involuntary snort of laughter, and he failed pretty spectacularly at it as he flopped onto his narrow back so he could peek up at Bucky’s face more easily and strategically flutter his much more oversized eyelashes at him.
“Well, I’d worry about your very nice cock accidently bruising either you or I if I didn’t trust their handiwork so much and that you'd probably come up with some bullshit line about miniaturized cushioning force fields or something-”
“You’re not wrong about that, but apparently they made sure that you can really feel any vibrations or suction through this-”
“-So how about you come over here and let me deep-throat you for a little while so that your cock will be nice and slick for when you’re railing me into the mattress?”
Bucky’s instantaneous dark flaming blush really did set off his beautiful eyes and his nipple piercings as his flush crept downwards over his neck and sternum, and Steve hoped that his encouraging sign sounded sweet enough for Bucky to take the next move as he reached down and carefully coaxed Steve into opening his mouth even more by firmly squeezing at both sides of his jaw with his vibranium hand.
“I’d love that, Stevie. Are you sure about this?”
“Yes, please. Come on, Buck, I love you and I really need-”
Bucky smoothly started sliding into Steve’s straining mouth with one easy shove of his hips, and Steve’s eyelids fluttered shut as he blissfully let himself relax underneath him and the hand that Bucky was cautiously kneading at his throat with.
It wasn’t exactly hard work after all, and he and Buck both had the rest of their lives to get where they were going with this and each other.
Bucky did made a hilarious high-pitched squeaky noise when Steve experimentally sucked a little harder at the very fancy and probably high tech dildo he was shoving down Steve’s throat, though, so at least they both had a lot of fun coming their way in the near future if either of them had a say about it.
Nice.