So, imagine Steve and Bucky fucking, Steve getting his titties fucked, sweet little mouth open, tongue sticking out to catch Bucky's cock when he can. And Bucky can't help it, he has to come up and use Steve's mouth a little, just until he's on the edge- he pulls out to cum on Steve's face. "Oh, sweetheart, look at you, all messy. Need help cleaning up, honey?" And Steve nods. Bucky grabs him rough by the chin and licks up his face, slow, long strokes. Marking what's his.
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Yeah.
That tongue.
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Bucky fucking Steve's tits and Steve loving it--unable to shut his mouth or keep his tongue to himself, hanging it obscenely out of his mouth, desperate to catch the tip of Bucky's weeping cock, wanting just the barest taste of him, at least, please-! All the while groaning with each long, slick thrust between his full pecs and squeaking whenever Bucky pulls back to jack himself off quickly and animalistically jerks his hips forward, chasing pleasure, with his hard dick catching one of Steve's excessively sensitive nipples.
Bucky fucking Steve's mouth when he's sated his urge to use his tits, for the moment, and not being easy on him. He slams into his throat. Steve chokes. Steve moans. There are enough tears in his eyes to flood down his cheeks all too soon. Choking and crying. Trembling all over because even though Bucky's cock is in his throat, stretching his lips and his throat wide, he wants it in his hands, feeling the way it leaks and twitches and throbs, and he wants it in his ass, filling him up so good--fucking him so good. But, he can only have one at a time. So, Steve will have to settle. No matter how needy he is.
Tears and chokes from how good it is to have his mouth wrecked turn into chest-shaking sobs when Bucky pulls out, and returns to jacking off. This time, he's stroking it, wet and hard and fast, right over his face.
So close.
So far away.
Steve's lips sting from the stretch and buzz as a result of the friction. At the same time that Steve's tongue comes out to play, licking his lips, he stretches his neck, up, up, up, he wants that cock back!
It's so close!
Steve barely brushes his lush, open mouth against the underside of Bucky's hot, hard dick. Still, he tries really fucking hard. He wants. He shoves his face into it.
Immediately, Bucky groans and shoves Steve down by his stupidly wide shoulders. Back onto the bed. Flat. Steve bounces a little with the force.
He sobs.
He wants!
It's all Bucky can to do grit out, "st-stay right fucking there, sweetheart, and look pretty for, mmngh--" he groans, bone deep "--me."
Steve whimpers, upset.
But, soon enough he's flooded with hot, wet cum as it makes a fucking mess across his face, so it doesn't fucking matter. Painting him with it. Steve's muscles all tense and shake with the eroticism of being marked. Yes. Yes.
Heavy breaths of recovery fill the sex-thick, humid air of the room...
Steve's ears are ringing, and he can feel his tears as they keep rolling down his face. He sniffles a little despite being too thrilled about being painted in Bucky's release. He wanted more! He hates when Bucky finishes at the same time that he loves it; he wants to keep being used, and he wants to see Bucky's gorgeous fucking face and hear him and feel it when he orgasms.
"Didn't forget about you, Stevie," Bucky murmurs, still slightly out of breath when he scoots back so his thighs aren't bracketing Steve's flushed face. He leans down instead.
Their faces are only inches apart.
Tension fills the small space between them.
Then--
Bucky grabs his jaw with one hand. He sinks his fingers of his other hand into Steve's hair and pulls until Steve's statically open mouth falls fully open with a gutted sound. Then, like a fucking opportunistic predator, Bucky leans down and sinks his teeth into his swollen lower lip.
Steve's eyes roll all the way back into his head, especially when Bucky starts to suck.
God.
His head is spinning. Spinning so fast that he almost doesn't even realize when Bucky lets him breath again, releasing his bottom lip and instead--
"Oh!" Steve moans stupidly.
Bucky is--
"Ah!" He cries with another stroke of Bucky's tongue against his cheek.
He's--
He's licking his own cum off of Steve's face.
God.
Bucky speaks right into his still open mouth, especially filthy, "oh, sweetheart," his voice is all rough, gravely, "look at you, all messy. You need some help cleaning up, don't you?"
Steve can't answer. He can't.
Bucky is back to using his tongue to clean Steve up. Collecting his own cum with his wicked tongue from over Steve's cheeks, his chin, the bridge of his nose, around his mouth, and, and he's--
God, Steve thought he was swallowing it. But he wasn't! He fucking wasn't swallowing and Steve knows it because Bucky's locking their lips together again and using the hand he has clamped on his jaw to close his mouth just enough to make sure that when he fucks his tongue into Steve's mouth--pushing his cum from his own mouth into Steve's--that none of it is wasted. None of it spills over Steve's swollen lips and back out onto his skin.
Fuuuck.
Buckys hand clenches his jaw tighter.
Steve whimpers and sounds like he's drowning.
Messy with spit and cum, so wet, Bucky doesn't even pull back to groan, "hold it," against his mouth. Their lips drag sloppily against each other. It's so erotic that it leaves Steve's fingers and toes clenching tight. He is a rubber band ready to snap. A match ready to explode into flame.
Christ.
Steve strains to listen to the command. He wants to swallow so badly. He wants to take Bucky's cum deep inside him. But, he can be good.
He can be good!
Bucky makes it so hard to be good when he untangles his hand from his hair only to reach between his shaking thighs and grip his hot, leaking cock.
"MNGH!" Steve gurgles.
It doesn't even take a full stroke for Steve to be on edge and in immediate danger of cumming. It's embarrassing and pathetic, but thankfully, Steve doesn't have time to think about it because Bucky is ordering him around--he's shaking his chin, not enough to spill any cum, just enough to rattle him, and barking, "swallow it and cum."
Steve obeys.
Bucky's release slides down his throat deliciously and Steve surges up desperately as if to curl into a ball around his sweet, vulnerable cock and balls with the force of his orgasm. Pleasure and heat and mortification. He's so easy. All Bucky has to do is use him for his own pleasure and turn him into a cum dump and it's all over for Steve.
Bucky pats his cheek when he's still in the thrawls of orgasm, shaking and whimpering and cumming. The pat to his damp cheek is demeaning in the best way. He coes, "good boy." Smugly rewarding him for being such an easy, stupid little thing.
