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The way Steve is pulling Bucky apart has the air in the room vibrating with a kinetic energy. There’s a push and a pull of Steve’s fingers in and out of the clutch between Bucky’s legs, electricity slick between their bodies.
“C’mon, Jamie,” muttered into the gap behind Bucky’s ear, teeth nipping at the flesh and soothed over with a lathe of tongue. “Gi’me what I want, baby, c’mon. Such a good boy.”
The whine that claws it’s way up Bucky’s throat doesn’t sound quite him, twists up and out of his vocal box, punctures the air like a needle in a balloon. He can’t stifle the noise punched out of his ribs when Steve’s lips wrap around the head of his cock, sucking until he whines again, whimpers like an injured animal.
When he’s sure he’s about to cum, moments from forming his lips around Steve’s name, everything is pulled away from him. It takes his brain a second to catch up before he’s screwing his eyes shut and mewling.
“Fuck, baby- please, can I? Been so good for you, I can’t- Stevie-“
His fingers are clawing along Steve’s wrists, begging for him to continue his sweet movements before his brain turns into a bowl of soup. When he opens his eyes he can see the lift of Steve’s lips, an almost cruel grin splitting out across his face.
“Too much, honey? Thought you could take it. Y’said earlier, didn’t you, sugar?” Steve starts petting his slick fingers along the creases of Bucky’s thighs, dragging his blunt nails across the plush of his ass. “Begged me on your hands and knees for this, and now it’s too much?”
The tsk-ing sound that he makes is almost painful for Bucky, who moans from deep inside his chest as if that would be enough to jumpstart Steve’s movements again.
The piercing look he receives tells him it won’t be enough. He’s not sure he has it in him to beg again, his voice feels all tied up in his throat.
“Please,” he whimpers, “make me cum, Steve, fuck, please.”
“You g’na be a good boy, Buck? All for me?” He gets frantic nodding and hands in his hair pulling, tugging him back towards Bucky’s flushed cock with a desperation that makes Steve smile wider.
When Steve reattaches his mouth and starts to slip his fingers back into the heat of his body, Bucky almost sobs. His chest heaves under the relief of having Steve on him again.
It takes him less than a minute to get back into a frenzied state.
He feels swollen like overripe fruit, ready to burst over the curve of Steve’s tongue. Peaches on an orchard floor, split open and oozing on the ground. The room feels warm and sticky against his skin - humidity settling into the pit of Bucky’s stomach.
“Can’t, Stevie, please, baby-“
“You can take it. You always take it, sweetheart. You’re not goin’ anywhere.”
There’s sweat beading up around the edges of his hairline, trailing down his skin and pooling in the cradles of his body. Steve’s eyes have glazed over with a look of debauchery, hunched over the bend of limbs between them, stroking the depths of Bucky’s asshole like he’s branding the shape of his fingerprints into the flesh.
“Oh - fuck - oh - s’too much -“
Bucky tries to lean up on his elbows, but he can’t gain purchase on the sheets and ends up flat on his back again - legs pushed up against his chest and hips held up with one stretched hand around his pelvic bone. He makes a grunting sound like he’s in pain, a snarling sort of sound. He starts begging, and he’s not quite sure what he’s begging for.
“Please, please, Stevie, please-“
Steve starts to suck with more conviction, sliding the warmth of his mouth lower and lower until he’s nestled his nose against the brush of hair at the base of Bucky’s length. He hollows his cheeks and flattens his tongue, gently kneading the muscle at Bucky’s side with the hand holding his hips up. Bucky can feel the contraction of his throat, feels his own saliva getting caught in his own windpipe at the staggering feeling of it all.
Pressing movement on the cushion of his ass, his hips raised further and fingers pushed deeper, and suddenly he’s keening and gnashing his teeth until his skin feels too tight and his muscles have pulled painfully taut.
Steve’s mouth is there to catch it all, suckling him into the warmth of his cheeks and swallowing. When Steve finally raises his head and removes his fingers from Bucky’s quivering hole, there’s cum on the edge of his mouth. The sight makes Bucky’s ego swell.
They curl into one another once Steve has wiped his fingers clean on the sheets. Bucky finds his head cradled in the bowl of his lovers body, the curve of his neck meeting his shoulder.
“Was that what you needed?” Steve says. His voice is soft with affection, edged with a request for validation.
Bucky presses a kiss to the hinge of his jaw. “Yeah, Ste. Always. Y’always know what I need.”