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[text: Hayes] Just you wait until I get home… [text: Hayes] And you better still be naked when I do.

[text: captain, oh my captain] or you could just come home early.

[text: captain, oh my captain] should’ve thought of that, shouldn’t you 

The way she guided his callous hand had Cap biting onto his bottom lip, eager to see just how far she was willing to go. It was an unexpected and exciting development, and even though they were just starting out, he could already tell she was waking a side of him that hardly anyone ever saw. A side that drove him to push his cock past her lips further the moment she parted them, one sole digit slipping inside her wanting heat simultaneously. The hum that travelled along his cock had him groaning softly, and apparently, she was impatient to show him just how serious Hayes been. Any hint of worry that elicited was gone when she quite literally purred around his cock, and Steven was all in.

His finger followed the course of his body as he set a slow but steady rhythm with his hips, thrusting his cock into her mouth very subtly, his cerulean lens glued to her as he did what she’d indirectly asked. "You’re already wet,“ he muttered under his breath as he slowly picked up his pace, eyes on her as he evaluated her reaction as he fingered her faster. Suddenly, he was very glad they’d found such a secluded area, because the idea of being interrupted was absolutely intolerable. “Good girl,” he found himself muttering, voice and eyes loaded with lust as he gave in to his deeper, darker side. 

Hayes moaned softly at the touch, matching the rhythm of his finger with her mouth — they'd barely begun, yes, but the woman knew she wanted more of what he offered. A needy whine, of which she was ashamed the moment it left her throat, showed her responsiveness as she bucked her hips against Steven’s mischievous movements. She could see him filling up with lust as they bonded as one, as though that lust were her power — it emboldened her, seeing America’s poster boy so reactive and willing in response to her ministrations. She had the advantage of an occupied mouth, muffling her wanting groans, keeping them from being overheard should anyone arrive home. 

And then, of course, he said that, and what was it a reference to ? His statement immediately before that one, or about the use of her mouth, or both? All she did know was that she wanted to hear him say it again as he drove her mad with desire, her hand now cupping his other one where it held her breast, pushing lightly against his fingers so that he might apply more pressure. 

[text: spangles] ugh, god no

[text: spangles] why would i do that when i can pay cleaners to do it for me ??? 

If the Star Spangled man wasn’t so engulfed by the pleasure she so relentlessly bestowed upon him, he would have been almost ashamed of being reduced to such a helpless stale so quickly, as if his body had been craving her touch all along, as if what he needed were her plump lips on his ripped body to set him off— the male could not have been too far off, shame replaced by eagerness and impatience, the increasing need to feel her mouth filled with his throbbing cock replaying like a memory. Steven looked so full of himself, yet the throaty moan that seemed to resonate in his chest which Hayes managed to snatch out of him made him shoot a smug smirk down her way, as if to she had belittle him— as if those lips against his massive cock told him that she had barely gotten started for him to be so desperate already. Taunting eyes roamed over the art that was hers slowly, though, taking in the body that was near to no different than that of a Michelangelo sculpture— perfect in every aspect.

She was impressive, and he assumed she had every right to be with how proudly she had taken his tip— as he had remarked, all she had to offer, from head to toe, belonged to him after all tonight. Hands aided her locks as she quite early placed meaty cock deeper, a hand wrapping so her locks would now form a bun. The soldier greedily let his own spit drip down the head of his cock before feeling her work on his girth with an enthusiastic hunger, another t moan leaving him meanwhile as their gazes met with a luscious glaze in them. It wasn’t long before the sensitive area expressed pleasure by twitching, especially when her cheeks hollowed to give him a soft, yet teasing suck against his swelling crown, dominant hand intuitively reaching to grope one of her breasts. Optics onto optics caused a subordinate role, for the sensations she made him feel were almost doubled with that intense eye contact they were currently sharing.

❛ Fuck yes… ❜ He half moaned, trying to keep himself quiet as her ruby lips made his cock extremely hard for her to toy with.

Hayes felt how badly he needed her, held between her lips, and that power was intoxicating in its intensity as it washed over her; indeed, she had barely begun, and she had driven him into such a state with her starting gifts. How much would it take to reduce the Captain to a moaning mess, she wondered ? His moan teased one from her own throat, wanting to hear its sound again, the symphony of her influence and of his desire. She figured that he enjoyed power over her, the thrill of dominance, and she felt that too. 

(But when Steven’s hands toyed with her hair, she compulsively reacted with her mouth, the same with the way he paid such attention to her breasts; her eyes stayed firmly on his all the while, listening to the way he tried to keep the volume down.)

Hayes’ gaze lingered meaningfully upon his face until he finished speaking, and she rested her hand lightly upon the man’s metal one. ❝ I think you're really damn good already, Barnes, ❞ she told him, ❝ and you know if I felt differently, I’d tell you straight. ❞ (She would — she’s a naturally blunt spirit.) But James Buchanan Barnes had been one of the few who had stuck around despite seeing the even messier truth of Hayes Eleanor Morrison, and that alone made him a better soul than most. ❝ I could be a damn sight better, we both know that, but I’m clean; I’m not tipping whiskey down my throat like it’s water, either. ❞ She paused, then amended. ❝ ...As often. So I’m doing okay. You’ve got different struggles, but...you’re doing okay, too, alright ? ❞ Her arm wrapped around his side, gently, so he could pull away if he wanted to, or stay, if he didn’t. ❝ It’s a journey, and I... I’m glad you’re here. ❞