#buckyquin

Bucky didn’t question himself as he pulled a t-shirt and sweatpants on, over his damp skin. He didn’t look at his motives as he strode down the corridor towards Joaquin’s room and overrode the security system to gain entry. And he didn’t stop to think about why he was feeling the way he was when practically ambushed his young lover as he came out of the bathroom, pinning against the wall and kissing the shit outta him.

With Joaquín lying on the bed, eyes wide as he processed what had happened to him in the last 45 seconds, Bucky tore the white towel off him, as though its mere presence was offensive. Which it was. It was separating Joaquín from him.

“I need you baby boy. I’m still mad at you, but, fuck, I need you. Gimme your colour, yeah? “Cause I’ve got plans for you, and I need to know you’re with me.”

Bucky wasn’t even sure how he managed to speak. He was so desperate he wasn’t even sure how he’d managed to halt at just groping Joaquín, when all he wanted to do was fully possess him. But he had to be sure, be certain that his lover wanted this, wanted him. So he asked, making his need evident, without any attempt to disguise it, and he was rewarded a tortuous few seconds later when Joaquín responded.

“Green, Bucky. Green. Oh, god! Please, please, please.”

The dam burst.

Bucky smashed his mouth back on Joaquín’s as he awkwardly shucked his sweatpants, and then ripped the t-shirt from his body, unwilling to break their kiss for something so inconsequential. The only items left on them were their own dog tags. Bucky’s hands roamed, re-familiarising themselves with the planes of Quín’s body. Every dip, every ridge. It was all Bucky’s to explore. To touch. To own.

With an economy of movement that surprised even himself, Bucky pinned Joaquin’s wrists above his head with his right hand, making the young man arch beneath his touch. The feel of their cocks rubbing together was intoxicating, but Bucky needed to keep his head. He pulled his mouth away from Joaquín’s sinful red lips and proceeded to nip and suckle at his jaw and neck, drawing more and more beautiful sounds from him.

With his left hand he teased Joaquín’s left nipple, the nut-brown peak immediately going hard. He gave it a small pinch then tugged, drawing even more sounds from the man under him. Joaquín’s little tits were so sensitive and playing with them made him the most desperate type of mess. Bucky’s favourite.

He scraped his teeth down Quín’s throat, and then sucked hickey onto his collarbone. He didn’t normally leave marks that high up, preferring to keep them where they could be hidden but he didn’t want to think about that decision too deeply.

His lover squirmed beneath him, and when Bucky closed his mouth over the poor, tortured nipple he had to use his left hand to hold down Joaquín’s hip. Bucky bucked his hips, a teasing motion which made their cocks, both weeping copiously, brush against each other.

“Bucky! Please! ¡Dios!” 

Fuck. He loved it when Quín begged, and he had no intention of giving him what he was asking for, not yet. He needed to wait for him to be so desperate, so down in it, that he couldn’t speak.

“You don’t get to plead, baby. You get exactly what I decide to give you. No more, no less. You lost your right to get what you want when you made that stupid decision today.”

He abruptly pulled back and flipped Joaquín onto his front. His right hand continued to push his wrists into the mattress, and with his left he pulled Quín’s hips up, so his plump, but muscular, ass was right there. 

Smack!

He laid out a spank on the quivering flesh, and the squeal Joaquín let out went straight to Bucky’s dick, along with the way the younger man buried his head into the covers.

“Do you know how worried I was?”

Smack! A spank to the other side.

“You can’t do that.”

Smack! Smack! One on each cheek, harder than the first two. 

“And, God help me, if this is the only way to get it through to your stubborn ass…”

Bucky set up a rhythm, alternating between left and right and different spots on Quín’s ass and upper thighs. Every so often the tips of his fingers caught his ball sack, and the wail was like a balm to Bucky’s soul. Eventually though, when all the blood had rushed to Joaquín’s abused skin, the younger man’s loud squeaks had diminished to quieter, snotty sniffles. Bucky wasn’t finished with him though, not by a long shot.

He let go of Quín’s wrists, and dragged his dog tags over his head. He pressed the slips of skin warmed metal into his lover's hands as his other hand rubbed soothingly over his heated ass. 

“It gets too much, you drop those. I’ll hear it.” The head of jet black hair nodded understanding into the rumpled sheets. Bucky grinned, then gently tapped Joaquín’s inner thighs, making him spread his knees, and therefore his ass, wider. Bucky could see Joaquín’s legs trembling with anticipation, and couldn’t help but tease him some more.

Holding Joaquín’s flushed ass cheeks open with his thumbs he spent a moment just observing the sweetest little hole he’d ever seen. It too was twitching. Waiting. Bucky blew a stream of air over the sensitive skin, watching it pucker and listening to the pathetic, needy whine that emerged from his lover’s mouth. He couldn’t hold back a grin or himself from such a delectable treat any longer, either.

The first swipe of his tongue ran all the way up Quín’s crack, from taint to the top of his hole.

Fuck, his boy tasted good.

He did it again, before stabbing his tongue right at the little furled rose bud. He’d become a being of greed, slaking his appetites, almost uncaring of the man he devoured in his lusts. Joaquín shook and whined beneath him, but Bucky continued to lap at the perfect ring of muscle, kissing and licking and sucking. He nipped at the patches of skin that rarely saw daylight, the only parts of Quín that hadn’t been inflamed by his hand. As Bucky lost himself in the perfection of Joaquín’s ass he rubbed his hands over all the parts of the young man as he could reach, all except for his cock. It was torture for both of them.

It was a sweet torture however, as when he finally indulged himself - and he would, soon - it would make it all the more satisfying. But he kept up with what he was doing until Joaquín’s legs were shaking from the effort of keeping his ass in the air, and Bucky was happy with how lax and open his hole had become.

He brought himself back up, his chest plastered to Joaquín’s back and his left hand on the back of his neck.

“You still with me, baby boy?”

There was an almost intelligible, garbled response from the other man

That just wouldn’t do.

Almost cruelly, he pressed two fingers into his slightly slackened asshole, knowing it would burn with only his spit as lube at this stage. His baby’s lithe body jolted under him, and the most plaintive wail filled the air.

“I said, are you still with me?”

“¡Sí! Sí, estoy contigo. ¡Siempre estoy contigo!”

“Good, because I need you paying attention. I need you to know that you’re not allowed to put yourself in danger, because this…” he crooked his fingers inside the tightness of Quín’s ass, “... is not yours to risk. It’s mine. Mine to kiss. Mine to touch. Mine to use. The same as that mouth, and that little cock of yours. You’re my little fuck toy, baby boy. My little slut.”

Not wanting to let go of Joaquín just yet, Bucky leant back and let a glob of spit leave his lips to land on where his fingers were stretching out that delectable ring of muscle. He started to slowly thrust his fingers in and out, the tips not quite brushing over Quín’s prostate, and keeping the movements just on the wrong side of comfortable, at least for now. He needed Joaquín to feel it.

“Do you think you can remember that? Remember what you are and who you belong to?”

He scissored his fingers apart, stretching Joaquín’s ring wide, and spat directly into it. He groaned as he watched some trickle down the outside, but he still managed to hear his baby’s semi-garbled response in Spanish, agreeing with everything he’d said.

“¡Soy tuyo! Tu juguete. Tu puto. Te necesito. ¡Dios!”

Bucky hoped that Joaquín meant it, and wasn’t just agreeing for the sake of it, but he couldn’t hold back any longer. He needed more and he knew that Joaquín needed more too.

Roughly, he pulled his fingers from his lover, leaning over and grabbing the bottle of lube from the top drawer of the bedside table. He briefly noted how empty it was getting and smiled to himself about how much they’d gone through recently. He flipped up the cap with his thumb and poured a liberal amount over his boy’s hole, enjoying the shiver that ran through his lithe body. Tossing the bottle next to them, he trailed his first three fingers through the excess, before sliding his index finger easily inside.

Joaquín moaned beneath him, the sensation now much more pleasurable. A few pumps and he added his middle finger. Joaquín’s body was slack beneath him, his little noises letting Bucky know that he was now heading to that fuzzy headspace that only Bucky could take him to. Bucky moved to the next phase of his plan as he allowed his fingertips to curl and stroke over Quín’s prostate, feeding off the whines and babbles. He removed his grip from the back of Joaquín’s neck, trailed his left hand down along his spine and slid it around his hip, finally taking hold of the younger man’s cock.

“Don’t cum, baby boy. You know what happens if you cum before you’ve been given permission.”

“Sí. I won’t cum. I won’t. Quiero ser bueno.”

Bucky started to slowly stroke Joaquín’s cock in time with the fingers pumping in his ass. He knew from experience that Quín would have no problems sticking to the rules, until the point that he added his third finger into the mix - it hadn’t been much of a surprise that the Baby Falcon was a size queen, enjoying that extra stretch. But, while Bucky worked up to that over the next few minutes, he curled in close again, kissing over Joaquín’s back, telling him how well he was taking, but also calling him out for how much he was enjoying it.

“Do you think Sam knows just how much of a slut his precious trainee is? How do you think he’d react if he saw how much you enjoy being absolutely stuffed full? Do you think he’d want a taste? How could he not? But what would you say, baby?”

“N-no…”

“And why would you say no?”

“Because ‘m yours. Soy tuyo.”

“Even if you wanted him?”

“Don’t wan’ him. Wan’ you. Sólo tú.”

“Good.” Bucky pressed in his third finger and watched as Joaquín’s back arched, and his hands, which still held his dog tags in a deathgrip, scrabbled for purchase on the rumpled sheets. Briefly, he let go of Quín’s cock, but only so he could grab a fistful of his short dark hair and lift his head up. He grinned wolfishly when he saw the tear marks down the young man’s cheeks.

“Pathetic.” He shoved Joaquín’s face back into the mattress and went back to stimulating his cock, but now he upped the pace.

“Don’t cum. Good fuckholes don’t get to cum until they’re told they can andI’m nowhere near done with you yet.” Joaquín mewled, and Bucky was glad that his own face couldn’t be seen, because he couldn’t stop grinning. 

He continued to torment his lover, stroking his cock with firm, long strokes and stretching him out with his fingers.

“I wonder if I could fit four in? I bet I could, but you’d probably cum immediately if I did that, wouldn’t you. Maybe one day we can try. I could even give you the whole hand? What do you think of that? Shove my whole fist up your ass.”

A muffled, wet sounding moan was the only reply.

“What if I used this hand?” He gave Quín’s cock a solid squeeze and the young man started to twitch as if hit by a jolt of electricity, his channel clamping down on Bucky’s fingers. Bucky immediately let go of him, and roughly pulled on his balls, eliciting the most pitiful noise he thought he’d ever got out of him.

“I said, don’t cum. It’s almost as though you want to be punished.”

He brought his left hand down on Quín’s still sore ass, enjoying the squeal that accompanied it, and then picked up the lube. With his right hand still stroking Joaquín deep inside, he squeezed lube over his angry, neglected cock and emptied the rest of the bottle over Quín’s stretched rim. The younger man was hiccuping now, his hips rolling in anticipation of what was to come and Bucky watched the shameless, needy show as he slicked up his cock with his left hand.

“There’s only one thing that will keep a slut like you in their place isn’t there? You want it don’t you? You want it so much.”

He didn’t wait for an answer - Quín’s grip on his dogtags hadn’t lessened at all. He was all in.

Without ceremony, Bucky pulled his fingers from Joaquín’s ass, waited a heartbeat, just so he could watch how his hole gaped - waiting for him - before he lined up his cock and sunk right in.

A scream was the only way to describe the sound that left Joaquín’s throat. His ankles kicked up and down on the mattress, and he writhed, impaled like a butterfly on a pin. But Bucky ignored him, just pinned his head back down with his messy, lube-covered left hand, grabbed his hip with the other and started to hammer into him.

This was worth the wait. This moment when they became one. The push and pull. The give and take. A perfect symbiosis, where he pleased Joaquín, who pleased him in return, and so the cycle continued.

Bucky fucked his frustrations into his babyboy, all his pent up emotions, including the ones he didn’t want to name or look at for too long. He fucked Joaquín hard and fast, and then, to draw it out, changed rhythm to a slower pace, so both of them could feel every single inch of their connection. And when Bucky couldn’t go another moment without seeing that perfect face covered in tears, he pulled Joaquín up, his body held firm against Bucky’s pale, scarred chest, his face, complete with clumped together eyelashes, turned almost over his own shoulder so Bucky could kiss him messily, and lick at the salty trails.

“You’re mine! Do you understand? You never, ever, do anything that stupid, or that reckless ever again. I’m the only one who can hurt you - can break you. And that’s because I will put you back together again afterwards. You hear? I can’t lose you. Mine. Mine. Mine.”

He punctuated each of his  words with a thrust, and then moved his hand back to Joaquín’s cock.

“You’re gonna cum for me now. You’ve been so good. My best boy. I know you’ll never do it again. Just cum now. I need to feel you, baby.”

Bucky felt Joaquín’s body lose control before he’d even finished speaking. His ass clamped down on Bucky’s dick in a stranglehold, his slim hips jerking back and forth, and Bucky watched in awe over Quín’s shoulder as his pretty cock spurted out jets of white cum across the sheets. Then he closed his eyes, and bit down on the flesh in front of him as his own euphoric wave of bliss hit him. It felt like he was  cumming and cumming, as he pumped himself as deep as he could, holding a limp Joaquín like a rag doll - like the fuck toy he’d called him - in his arms, before the pair of them slowly slumped down onto the stained and ruined sheets.

He felt rung out and drained in a way he never had before. He knew he should be getting up, cleaning himself, getting a washcloth for Quín, and holding his lover tight in his arms, whispering words of praise and affirmation, and stroking his hair as he came around but he just couldn’t seem to.

An indeterminable period of time passed and he felt Joaquin turn in his slack embrace. Slim delicate fingers brushed over his cheek, and combed up into his hair. And then a raspy voice broke the silence.

“Are you okay, Bucky? You’re crying.”

Chapter 4

“Baby…”

Joaquin was dressed in an all-black suit. But not just that…the jacket was velvet. Fucking velvet. With a little bowtie to match.. Good god, this boy was going to give Bucky a heart attack. His hair was slicked but not too much because Bucky could make out the slight wave Joaquin’s hair had when it wasn’t regulation short.

“Do you like it? I wasn’t sure if the velvet would be too much. If you think it is, I have just a plain black one, but I kinda like the texture differ-hmpf!” Bucky cut Joaquin off by kissing him like his life depended on it. As they pulled away for air, rouge covered Joaquin's cheeks as he shyly asks, “You like it?”

“Oh, baby.” Bucky gripped him by the shoulders and held him at arm's length to get a good look at his boy. “I absolutely love it. This is a nice surprise.” Bucky couldn’t help but rub his right hand across the velvet. He could tell it was good quality too. None of the cheap stuff. This was almost buttery soft to the touch.

“Oh…um…this isn’t the surprise.” Joaquin’s shyness had continued to grow, which told Bucky one thing.

Bucky looked at him before he smirked. “Baby boy,” Bucky wrapped his metal arm around Joaquin’s waist and pulled him tight. “Are you wearing something naughty?” The super soldier’s voice was so deep it was almost a growl. The younger man hid his face in Bucky’s tux jacket-covered shoulder. He nodded as he held up two fingers. “Two? You’re wearing two naughty things? You’re just gaggin’ for it, huh?” Bucky’s right hand snuck under Joaquin’s jacket and past the waistband of his pants. Bucky expected to feel the wider band of the Calvin Klein boxer briefs Joaquin typically wore, but instead felt what seemed to be a thinner band…a thinner lace lined band. His hand snaked further into the other man’s pants and cupped his ass. The ass of Bucky’s dreams was covered in lace. “Are these…?”

Joaquin nodded with his face still hidden in Bucky’s shoulder. “There’s another surprise too.”

Bucky smirked down at his boy and had a feeling he knew what it was. More specifically, where it was. He moved his hand right between the lace-covered cheeks and, through the panties, pressed toward his boy’s hole.

“You little slut. Really are gaggin’ for it.” Bucky pulled his hand from Joaquin’s pants and pushed him against the hallway wall. He pushed his hardening length against Joaquin's hip. “You feelin’ what ya doing to me? You feelin’ how hard Daddy is?” Bucky whispered in the other man’s ear, causing him to whimper. “And how do you expect Daddy to act now that he knows his slutty baby boy is all plugged up and wearin’ panties.”

Joaquin whimpered again as he gripped Bucky’s shoulder’s. His fingers dug into flesh and muscle on the right but unyielding metal on the left of Bucky. He knew his boyfriend, his Daddy, would have a reaction, but he didn’t think it would be borderline feral.

Bucky connected his lips to Joaquin’s neck and sucked hard. He knew his boy marked up easily, and when he was done, the hickey would be just under the collar of the black button-up. The Sergeant gripped the First Lieutenant’s hips but not too tight to hurt him. Just enough to maybe leave some bruises.

“Bucky…” Joaquin moaned as Bucky bit down lightly on his neck. He knew there’d be a mark, but he didn’t care. The rush of everyone seeing his Daddy’s mark on him was greater than the possible embarrassment of showing up to a gala with a hickey.

“Uh uh. Who am I?” Bucky gently moved his metal hand from Joaquin’s hip to grip his neck. . If it wasn’t for Bucky basically pushing him into the wall, Joaquin would have fallen with how his knees just gave out.

“Daddy. You’re Daddy.”

“That’s right. I’m Daddy, and you’re my Baby Boy. Who did so well taking Daddy’s mark.” Bucky added the slightest amount of pressure to Joaquin's throat, pressing on the newly formed mark. Joaquin's eyes roll back into his head as he let out a soft moan at the action. “Are you still listening to Daddy?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Good. Here’s what’s gonna happen next. Daddy’s gonna be nice and take the edge off because he can feel how hard you are. Then we’ll make sure your head is clear before we leave. We’re already late as it is, so why not make it fashionable?”

“What about you?” Joaquin said hoarsely. He could feel how hard Bucky was against his hip, and he really wanted to help him. Like really bad.

“Oh, you sweet thing. So considerate. But I want to be patient and wait for the real fun.”.”

“The real fun?” Joaquin tentatively opened his eyes to look at the smirking sergeant.

Changing his grip from Joaquin’s neck to his jaw, he turned the boy’s head to whisper in his ear. “I just might find a dark corner and make you suck me off at the event.”

Joaquin groaned as he felt the grip on his jaw and Bucky’s weight disappear.But not really disappeared as much as moved. Joaquin opened his eyes and looked down when he felt his belt being undone. Bucky hastily unbuttoned and unzipped Joaquin’s pants and groaned.

“You really are trying to give an old man a heart attack, huh?” Joaquin was wearing panties where the backside was lace, and the front of the panties was also lace. The color was dark red that complemented the tan skin of the younger man perfectly [italicize]. With Bucky on his knees, he looked up at Joaquin’s blissed-out expression, and he hadn’t even done anything yet. “You ready, baby?” Joaquin nodded. “You know what to say to stop.” Was the last thing Bucky said before he pulled down the front of the panties.

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“Oh my god. There you guys are. The fuck took so long?” Sam huffed when he saw Bucky and Joaquin walk into the ballroom ten minutes after it started. “We were supposed to be on the carpet together for-wait. What’s that?” Sam leaned closer to Joaquin and then looked at Bucky. “Man, seriously? Before an event?!”

“Hey,” Bucky shrugged one shoulder and pulled Joaquin close by his waist. “When my boy says he’s got a surprise, I gotta check.” He responded with a wink. Joaquin once again hid his face in Bucky's shoulder.

Sam grimaced, “Dude. That was more than I needed to know.” He walked away, shaking his head.

“I didn’t even give you details, Samuel!” Bucky yelled after him. He looked down at his boy, who had a smile on his face and red on his cheeks. “Think I should have given him details? Tell him how naughty you are?” Bucky kept his voice low enough for no one around them to hear them, but loud enough so Joaquin could hear him.

The blushing man shook his head and lifted it from Bucky’s shoulder. “I think if you did, he might actually punch you.”

Bucky shrugged with a smirk. “Eh, let ‘im try.”

Bucky led Joaquin to the bar a couple of feet from the doors they walked through. Bucky ordered a whiskey, and Joaquin ordered a French Martini. Bucky chuckled at his choice of drink, to which Joaquin rolled his eyes and called him an old man for getting whiskey. Bucky turned around to survey the crowd while waiting for their drinks and groaned when he saw someone he hoped wouldn’t be there. He turned to face the bar and leaned on his elbows, scowling at the countertop.

“What?” Joaquin asked with his eyebrows furrowed.

“Walker’s here.” Bucky grumbled and grabbed his drink once it was set in front of him. He downed the whole thing in one go, even though the alcohol wouldn’t do much. The bartender stared at Bucky before grabbing the bottle and slowly pouring him more. Bucky nodded his thanks and took a sip this time. Joaquin took a sip of his drink as he heard John Walker’s booming voice behind them. Seeming like he’s had a little too much to drink already, despite the night having just begun.

“Barnes!” John clapped a hand on Bucky’s shoulder, almost making the super soldier spill of his drink. “It’s good to see you.”

“Mhm.” Bucky hummed. He wouldn’t give John the benefit of hearing Bucky say it was good to see him.

“Aw, c’mon, man! Still not bitter about the whole Cap thing, are you?” John let out a booming laugh as he leaned on the counter.

Bucky took another sip and stared at the wall behind the bar, completely ignoring John. Was he still bitter? Absolutely. He understood why Sam gave up the shield after they talked, but he didn’t like that John was the one that was picked. Him and his whole “feeling like Steve’s a brother” crap. John could take that and shove it where the sun doesn’t shine.

“Bucky.” Joaquin whispered. The glass was starting to crack under Bucky’s grip. “Let’s go find Sam.”

Bucky downed the rest of his whiskey and set the glass down. He looked at the bartender sheepishly, which they waved off. They could sense the tension, and losing one glass wouldn’t hurt anything. Bucky nodded at Joaquin to go ahead of him. He was ready to be done with John until the drunk idiot opened his mouth again.

“Yeah, Barnes. Listen to your boy toy.” That had Bucky turning around and grabbing John by the lapels of his suit jacket.

“What the fuck did you just say?” Bucky growled. He could smell the alcohol on John’s breath with being so close to him.

John looked terrified. As he should, Bucky thought. There’s no way he’d let some fake ass joke insult the one he loves. Bucky saw Joaquin out of the corner of his eye, trying to get him to let go of John. Joaquin placed a hand in the center of Bucky’s chest, gently pushing him back.

“Hey,” Joaquin tried to get Bucky to look at him. “Not here, and he’s not worth it. Let’s go.”

Bucky let go of John and let his boy take him by the hand and drag him away. Bucky glared at John as they walked away before turning his focus on Joaquin, his expression softening. He wrapped an arm around the shorter man’s shoulders and kissed his temple. He stayed there, just breathing in the scent of Joaquin. His hair products that always smelled fruity, the cologne that suspiciously like his own and something that was just innately Joaquin.

They saw Sam at a table and noticed they were assigned there too. Thankfully, John wasn’t at the table nor any of the ones close to them. Bucky, being the gentleman he is, pulled out Joaquin’s chair for him. Joaquin kissed Bucky’s cheek as a thank you before sitting down. Sam pretended to gag, and Bucky flipped him off as he sat down. Someone went to the podium on the small stage at the front of the ballroom and announced that dinner would be served shortly.

Joaquin tried to make himself unsuspecting as he looked around at the people at his table and those around him. He was seated between Sam and Bucky, and the former was talking with some lady on the other side of him. The other people at their table were engrossed in conversation or on their phones. Bucky was even on his phone reading…was that…?

“Are you seriously reading a newspaper?”

Bucky smiled like a kid proud of their art project, even if it was just scribbles. Joaquin chuckled and rolled his eyes. Taking one more look around to make sure he was clear, Joaquin reached into the left pocket of his pants and pulled out a small remote no bigger than three inches. He clasped his hands in his lap before grabbing Bucky’s right hand and intertwining their fingers. Bucky looked down at their hands, confused because there was something between them, and then up at Joaquin, who was watching him with a smile on his face and a nervousness that Bucky’s never seen before. Joaquin carefully retracted his hand and watched as the realization crossed Bucky’s face as he looked at what he was holding. Bucky looked from his hand to Joaquin to his hand to Joaquin to his hand and finally back at Joaquin. Bucky closed his fingers around the remote and leaned towards Joaquin as if to kiss his cheek but whispered in his ear.

“Whore.”

Joaquin gasped and gripped Bucky’s right thigh as the plug buzzed to life. He looked over at the sergeant, who just smirked back. The vibration wasn’t high; probably the second or third level….out of ten. Knowing Bucky, he’d try to get Joaquin to level ten before the night is over. Joaquin has only been able to work himself up to level five before he tapped out.

“You okay, Torres?” Sam asked on the other side of him. Joaquin was still looking at Bucky and that stupid sexy smirk but nodded at Sam’s question.

“Y-yeah. All good!”

Bucky turned the plug off just as food started to be placed in front of them. He may be sadistic, but he’s not cruel. He’d like his boy to be well-fed.

While they ate, they made small talk with the others at their table. A woman across the table, who’s a college professor, thinks Bucky and Joaquin were just “absolutely darling together, and I wish my son would find such a charming partner.”

A businessman and his wife, to Bucky's left, has spent most of the dinner time bickering. Bucky also thinks the husband is closeted with how often he’s been checking out another man at a table. The lady on the other side of Sam is another veteran who opens her home to single-parent soldiers who need someone to take care of their child while deployed. The spot between the college professor and the veteran was empty. Well, it was until John Walker sat down.

Joaquin senses Bucky and Sam tense up on either side of him. Bucky’s left hand gripped his own thigh, and Joaquin could hear the plates shifting, slightly muffled due to his clothes. He quickly grabbed Bucky’s right hand and, for a moment, forgot the remote to the plug was in that hand. Joaquin quickly put it in his outside suit jacket pocket before it could fall from their hands. Bucky held his hand loosely, and Joaquin knew that was because Bucky didn’t want to accidentally squeeze Joaquin’s hand too tight and hurt him. Sam crossed his arms over his chest and just stared at John, whereas Bucky was flat-out glaring at the man across the table. The super soldier was still furious about the ‘boy toy’ comment.

“How is everyone enjoying their evening?” John boomed. Has his voice always been this loud, Joaquin thought.

“Well, I was having a good time.” The veteran, whose name is Lisa, said as she reached for her glass of wine. Bucky smirked and shifted in his seat. He leaned against the table with his mouth covered by his hand, his eyes alight in amusement. He just might give her a hug at the end of the night for her crassness. Before John could say anything else, Lemar Hoskins came over and whispered something in his ear.

“Okay,” John said to Lemar. “Excuse me, everyone.” Once he left, everyone breathed a collective sigh of relief. The atmosphere at the table changed when John sat down, and now that he had left, everyone looked around at each other and started laughing.

“You, ma’am, have guts.” Bucky pointed at the veteran.

She shrugged with a smirk, “Maybe.”

Bucky shook his head with a chuckle and relaxed in his seat. He brought Joaquin’s hand up to his lips and kissed the back. He realized that the remote to the plug wasn’t in between their hands. Bucky looked at Joaquin with an eyebrow raised. Joaquin knew what Bucky wanted and brought their hands down below the table and reached into his jacket pocket. He placed it back in Bucky’s hand and relaxed into his seat, waiting for the plug to come to life.

Bucky held the remote in his lap and waited to turn it back on. He knew Joaquin would expect Bucky to turn the plug back on right away, but the soldier was nothing if not patient and a tease. He could feel the anxiousness radiating off of his baby and couldn’t help but smirk.

Joaquin, on the other hand, couldn’t sit still. His hands fidgeted with the napkin in his lap. He grabbed his glass of wine more often than usual; he was waiting for the shoe to drop or in this case, the plug to vibrate. Joaquin was hoping no one at the table would notice his movements, but by the smirk on Bucky’s face, he definitely noticed.

The music in the ballroom changed as a DJ got up on the small stage. People from other tables got up and moved towards the middle of the ballroom, where a dancefloor was set up. Everyone at their table got up to go dance. Sam and Lisa got up to dance together, which Joaquin thought was cute.

“How much do you wanna bet that Sam will have her number by the end of the night?” Joaquin smiled at Bucky.

“How about an orgasm?”

Joaquin jumped as the plug vibrated to life. And it was a high setting too. The younger man gripped Bucky’s thigh and dug in his nails. Joaquin was thinking more like one of them does a chore they hate for a week, but orgasms will work too.

“F-fuck.” Joaquin groaned. Thankfully the music was loud, and there wasn’t anyone very close to them. Bucky wrapped his right arm around the back of Joaquin’s chair and gripped the back of his neck. He pulled his boy to him to whisper in his ear.

“Do you think you can be a good boy for Daddy?” Bucky kissed Joaquin’s cheek and squeezed his neck.

The intensity of the plug increased, and Joaquin hid his face in Bucky’s shoulder. “Daddy…” he whined. He tried to keep himself from wiggling too much, but the plug was pressed right against his prostate, so how could he not move?!

“What’s that, Baby Boy?” Bucky teased.

“Please, Daddy.” Joaquin bit his lips to try to keep from moaning. “I wanna come.”

Bucky chuckled darkly in the younger man’s ear, “I thought we had a bet.”

Joaquin shook his head and looked up at Bucky. “I-I can’t. Buck…Daddy…please.” He gripped Bucky’s right thigh tight again.

Bucky turned it all the way off. He had to find a bathroom because he was not going to make it all the way back to the compound.

“Baby, I ain’t gonna be able to wait until we’re back home to take ya.” Bucky stood up and pulled Joaquin up with him. He wrapped an arm around his waist and walked both of them towards the ballroom exit. Bucky saw the sign for the men’s restroom just down the hall and walked them faster.

“Daddy…” Joaquin whined breathlessly. Bucky growled under his breath, trying to keep himself from taking his boyfriend in the hallway.

After kicking the door open, Bucky checked to make sure there was no one in the bathroom before pushing Joaquin up against the sinks. He gripped the front of Joaquin’s neck and squeezed just a bit. Joaquin’s knees buckled, but thankfully Bucky caught him before he hit the floor.

“Awe, that’s nice you wanted to get on your knees for me,” Bucky chuckled condescendingly. “But I want you bent over the counter.” He quickly undid Joaquin’s pants before forcefully turning him around and pushing his shoulders to bend over. “Mmm. I forgot that your panties were this color.” Bucky palmed Joaquin’s ass which was covered in dark red lace. With the panties being the cheeky style (Bucky knows his panty styles thank you very much), Bucky pulls one side over to reach the plug. Joaquin must have gotten this plug special ordered because the pattern on the base was the same coloring and pattern as Bucky’s vibranium arm.

“Lieutenant Torres,” Bucky growled as he gripped the base of the plug. “Now, this is how you appreciate your subordinates.”

Joaquin moaned as Bucky pulled it out, and the widest part caught on his rim. Joaquin gripped the counter's edge as Bucky pulled it all the way out and pushed three fingers of his metal hand, into his gaping hole. The Lieutenant loudly moaned before shoving his fist in his mouth. With his right hand, Bucky gripped Joaquin’s hair and pulled it so he stood up against Bucky’s chest. The super soldier bit the side of the other man’s neck in warning.

“You do not muffle your sounds. Understood?” Joaquin nodded the best he could. “Good boy.” Bucky praised.

Bucky pushed him back over the counter and pulled his fingers out. He grabbed the small packet of lube from the inside pocket of his jacket because Bucky is always prepared when it comes to his little slut, and set it to the side so he could undo his pants. Bucky pulled the waistband of Joaquin’s panties down just under his ass. Once he lubed up his dick, Bucky teased his boy’s hole with just the tip.

“Daddy, please,” Joaquin whined as he pushed his ass back to get his Daddy’s dick in his hole.

Bucky smacked his ass, “Watch it, boy.” Joaquin stilled, and then Bucky pushed in slowly. “That’s it,” Bucky drawled. “Such a good little hole just taking Daddy’s dick.”

Joaquin whimpered as Bucky’s hips met his ass. While his pants were around his ankles, Bucky’s were still around his waist, just undone enough for his dick to be out. Joaquin felt the metal of Bucky’s belt hit his ass with every thrust.

“Yeah, such a good boy. Takin’ Daddy’s dick like a champ.” Bucky sped up his thrusts, and Joaquin had to put a hand on the mirror above the sink to keep him from knocking his head into it. “My little baby slut. Always wantin’ Daddy’s dick. Just gaggin’ for it all the time. What would everyone say if they knew that a Lieutenant submitted to a Sergeant?”

Joaquin groaned. Leave it to Bucky to bring in their military ranks. Bucky might have been saying more, but it sounded like Joaquin was underwater. Everything was muffled.

“Daddy…” Joaquin whispered as he reached back for Bucky. The Sergeant grabbed his boy’s hand and linked their fingers together.

“What’s wrong, Baby Boy? What’s going through my boy’s little head?”

“G-gonna…come…Daddy. Wanna come.” Joaquin whined as Bucky wrapped his right hand around his weeping dick. The precome made it easy for Bucky to stroke him.

“Yeah? My baby gonna come all over Daddy’s hand?” Joaquin nodded and squeezed the hand linked with his tighter, only to realize it was Bucky’s left hand. The unyielding metal made it so Joaquin could squeeze as tight as he needed and not hurt Bucky at all. “C’mon Baby Bird. Get Daddy’s hand all sticky.”

Joaquin moaned louder as he reached his climax and came in Bucky’s hand. The soldier milked it all out of him and placed his cum covered hand in front of the boy’s face. Joaquin grabbed it and started cleaning his cum from Bucky’s hand. The man above him groaned and snapped his hips faster, chasing his release.

“Fuck, Baby. That’s hot.” Bucky grunted as his orgasm crept up on him. “I’m gonna fill up this little hole.”

“C’mon Daddy,” Joaquin said hoarsely. “Gimme your cum. I want your cum.” Joaquin pushed himself up on shaky arms, reached behind him to grab the back of Bucky’s head, and pulled him in for a messy kiss. Bucky could taste Joaquin’s release on his tongue as he licked into the man’s mouth. Bucky’s hips stilled against Joaquin’s ass as his climax hit. He spilled into his boy with short thrusts as he held Joaquin close to him.

Bucky rubbed his left hand over Joaquin’s torso under his shirt. Neither man wanted to think of the state they would be in once they came back to reality. Once Bucky’s orgasm receded, he grabbed the plug he managed to lay on a paper towel before they got freaky. As he pulled out, Bucky pushed the plug in, causing Joaquin to groan of oversensitivity. Bucky shushed him with a few small kisses as he pulled Joaquin’s panties and pants back up. Bucky tucked himself away and buttoned up before he turned Joaquin to face him so he could do up his pants. Once situated, Bucky lifted Joaquin to sit on the counter. Joaquin whimpered as the plug pushed against his sensitive prostate.

“Sh, sh. I know, Baby. We’ll go home in a moment.” Bucky stood in between Joaquin’s legs and pulled him into a hug. Joaquin laid his head on Bucky’s shoulder with his nose in his neck and wrapped his arms around Bucky’s waist. They stayed wrapped in each other’s arms until they heard someone enter the bathroom.

“Oh, my god. There you two are.” Sam stood in the bathroom doorway and stared at the sight of the two of them. He sighed and leaned against the doorway, glaring at Bucky. “Really. In the bathroom?”

Bucky just smirked. “Well, when my boy looks this good, I can’t control myself around him.”

Sam rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Make yourselves presentable before you head out. I’ll keep Walker distracted so y’all can slip out.”

“Thanks, Sam.” Bucky smiled at the dark-skinned man before he left. Sam waved him off and left the bathroom.

Bucky pulled back to check on Joaquin and saw he was sound asleep. Bucky smiled softly as he placed a kiss on top of his head. He ensured they were both presentable before lifting Joaquin into his arms and leaving the bathroom. He managed to get them into the car waiting for them and held Joaquin tightly in his arms all the way back to the compound.