#sucktember

“Open.”

The word sends shivers down Steve’s spine, and he instantly offers his mouth to Bucky, tongue out and waiting. He moans as he feels the heavy weight of Bucky’s cock slap against his tongue.

Bucky exhales deeply, and Steve tries to be patient, he really does, but he’s been so hungry and Bucky is right there. He gets greedy and licks up the head of Bucky’s cock, his tongue dipping into the slit, and he groans victoriously as he comes away with the smallest bit of precome.

He yelps when Bucky roughly yanks his head back by the hair.

“I’m not in the mood today for you to misbehave,” Bucky growls, shifting as he finally takes his blood-splattered jacket off. He throws it on the ground beside Steve, followed by the torn t-shirt, leaning back against the couch with his glorious chest on display. “Do you understand?”

Steve pulls back just enough to nod obediently. Bucky’s had a rough mission, Steve knows that. Aside from the blood and miscellaneous flesh-looking bits stuck to him, there’s a scratch up his side that’s probably healing and Bucky has a deep scowl on. His muscles are taut with tension and his eyes are nearly murderous. Steve vows to fix that — he knows he’s the only one who can fix that, who can make Bucky’s body relax again and coax a smile back onto his face.

“Yes, sir.”

Bucky makes a content noise. “Good kitten, now come here.” Bucky slides his pants and briefs down further, letting Steve watch, and salivate, as he reveals his toned thighs — thighs that Steve wants to ride at any given time.

Steve returns back to his rightful place between Bucky’s legs, eyes pleading for the next command. He’s been waiting so long for Bucky to come home.

“I need to unwind,” Bucky tells him plainly, reaching for the remote.

Steve has to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from whining, to keep from begging for Bucky’s attention.

He stays painfully still on his hands and knees as the sounds of the TV fill the room, eyes drawn to Bucky’s half-hard cock laying on his hip. He swallows his pooling saliva, heart hammering in his chest. Please, please, please —

“Give me your mouth.” Even though Bucky’s murmuring, quiet, it sends a shiver down his spine, the command heavy in the air.

He opens wide, chin on the couch between Bucky’s legs. The anticipation makes his eyes sparkle, wondering if Bucky will simply make Steve suck on his balls, or if he’ll immediately drive himself down Steve’s throat.

Bucky scoots forward an inch, feeding Steve his cock slowly, but surely.

Steve has to relax his throat, to take Bucky in even if he’s not actually hard yet – oh. Steve understands now. He lets Bucky all the way in, and seals his lips around the base, keeping still.

“Good boy,” Bucky coos, running his fingers through Steve’s hair.

Steve melts into the touch, eyes fluttering as his head begins to feel pleasantly light at the light praise. He loves being good for Bucky.

Bucky shifts from time to time, sometimes to get more comfortable on the couch, sometimes it’s a roll of his hips, but Steve stays put. The sound of the television drones in the background, and he has no idea how long he stays like that, his knees sore and his jaw aching, but he can feel Bucky’s cock beginning to fill. Steve feels like he’s doing his job, if he can feel Bucky growing inside his mouth.

Without warning, Bucky takes Steve’s head roughly in his hands, moving Steve up and down his hardened cock now. Steve can’t help the desperate groan as Bucky takes complete control over him, using his mouth like nothing more than a toy, even though he gags immediately.

Steve likes being taken by surprise, he never knows — and he never wants to know — what Bucky’s going to do next.

After he sputters at the initial push, he groans with every thrust of Bucky’s hot cock in his mouth, cheeks hollowing.

The hardest part is not touching. He mentally berates himself for not asking for permission before. Curling his hands into fists against the carpet, he takes the full onslaught of Bucky having his way with him.

He’s apparently not fast enough — not limp enough because Bucky huffs, fingers bruising against his neck before he stops altogether.

Steve whines before he can help it — no, please don’t stop —

It’s cut off abruptly by the loud crack of Bucky’s palm against his cheek. Steve knows he fucked up, because Bucky pulls out completely, and no matter how hard Steve sucks, he knows he won’t get Bucky back.

Not until Bucky says so. If Bucky says so.

He gets a backhand across the other cheek this time. “Don’t fucking whine at me.”

Steve gulps nervously, staring up at Bucky’s cold, hard eyes. He goes to apologize, but he doesn’t have permission to speak, so he bows his head instead, to show how sorry he is, hoping Bucky will have mercy on him.

Bucky sighs, like a parent fed up with their child. “Last chance, kitty. Don’t make me stop again.”

Steve nods enthusiastically, licking his lips, opening his mouth wide again as he looks up at shining eyes. He tries to convey how much he cherishes this second chance, how he won’t fuck it up.

Bucky spreads his legs again, and Steve’s breath shortens, eyes fixated on the considerable length, thick, flushed and shining with Steve’s very own spit.

He’s grabbed by the strands of his hair, Bucky’s other hand – his metal hand – wraps around Steve’s neck underneath. Steve’s eyes roll in the back of his head before Bucky even gets all the way down, welcoming the heavy, bitter warmth on his tongue again.

Bucky hits the back of his throat in one swift motion and Steve fights his body’s natural reaction to gag, his stomach tensing up, eyes watering. He doesn’t make a sound though, his face scrunching with the effort of keeping his mouth open for Bucky to use.

“You can take it,” Bucky reminds him. “So take it.”

He can, he knows that much, but not without considerable effort. Steve’s entire body clenches up at the command and despite the burning sensation in his abs and the spasm of his muscles, he lets Bucky guide him wherever necessary for his pleasure. It builds and builds, until Bucky’s fucking into Steve’s mouth with abandon.

“Fuck, yeah, that’s good, baby –”

Steve preens under the praise, humming happily around Bucky’s cock that’s ravaging his throat. He chokes when Bucky’s fingers flex under his jaw, the metal plates faintly clicking into place – a reminder of how dangerous it can be. How easily Bucky could cut off his airway like this – and how Steve would simply let him. He heaves again, desperate for air as he tries to suck in a deep breath through his nose, saliva making a downright mess down his chin and atop Bucky’s balls.

“I said take it,” Bucky growls, somehow managing to lodge himself further, and Steve nearly loses it. He can’t stop the muffled gag, the strangled gasp of air as Bucky’s fingers tighten even more. Lightheaded, pleasantly floating, he takes a deep breath through his nose while his throat convulses around Bucky’s dick.

“God, look at you, so fucking pretty when you cry,” Bucky moans as he goes to stand, getting even more leverage. His muscles flex with each slam of his hips, balls slapping against Steve’s dripping chin. “S’this all for me? Huh, pretty? Cryin’ ‘cause you’re chokin’ on my cock?”

Steve isn’t sure what the sound he makes can even be classified as, but it’s needy and high-pitched, and he wants to scream yes, yes, yes – but it’s cut off by Bucky’s massive length as he utters one more command.

“Swallow.”

Steve doubles his efforts, swallowing around Bucky like he’s trying suck it out of him. He knows Bucky likes the sensation of his throat closing in, constricting around him, so he pushes past any discomfort to do just that, trying to be the perfect vice grip.

He loves this part – where he’s barely got enough oxygen, and yet all he wants is more, more of Bucky’s come, of Bucky’s praise, of the beautiful look on Bucky’s face when he shoots down Steve’s throat. Steve greedily gulps it all down, even as it dribbles out of the corners of his mouth, swallowing everything Bucky gives him like it’s his last meal on earth.

Bucky groans, long and echoing in the room, and Steve blinks his eyes open, looking up at him. His vision is blurry with tears as he pants for air, but he swallows one last time and opens his mouth, tongue out, to show Bucky that he’s done good.

Bucky smirks down at Steve before his features soften for a moment, brushing a tear away. “Okay?”

Steve nods eagerly, and Bucky’s face morphs back into something sinister, his devilish tongue licking Steve’s tear off his thumb before giving Steve’s face a few gentle slaps. “Good boy. Now into bed, where I’m gonna ruin your tight little hole.”

“No,” Emma shook her head, arching her back as she chased his lips, “but it’s not nearly as sinful as yours yet.”

Killian raised his brow at that. Yet? As much as he wanted to think she was taunting him, he knew she didn’t realize what she was implying.

He would just have to enlighten her to that eventually as well.

“Patience, love. We’ll get there.” He kissed her inner thigh. “If you want to, of course.”

Killian laughed lightly as Emma swallowed hard. His cock twitched with desire to feel her do that around him, but he wouldn’t force her to try. For now, he focused on bringing her pleasure with his own mouth, as well as on how much he was enjoying the taste of her.

“Tell me, Emma,” he said, meeting her eyes once more as he brought his fingers to her core and traced her slick entrance, “have you ever touched yourself like this before?”

Emma hesitated before answering honestly, “N—no. I haven’t. I don’t know how, and I was afraid of hurting myself.” Her cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red. “Imagine having to explain that to my parents if I did.”

“Fair enough,” Killian smirked, drawing more small gasps from her as his coated fingers slid easily over her clit. “But you deserve to feel the pleasure of which you’ve been depriving yourself.”

His mouth returned to her flesh as he thumbed at the sensitive nub. He moaned approvingly as he gently prodded her with his tongue, carefully stretching her with its soft touch, coaxing her to open for him. She was like nothing he’d ever tasted before, and he knew he could happily spend forever tending to her like this if she’d let him. As he licked at her inner walls, she hissed at the invasion but told him not to stop.

“Does that feel good?” Killian checked as he continued his efforts to bring her to completion.

“Very,” she encouraged. “Please, I need more.”

As Emma’s hips began to buck, Killian introduced a finger to her core. She seemed to welcome it as he curled it and found another highly responsive spot inside her.

“Oh gods, Killian,” she whimpered, “it’s—it’s too much!”

“It’s supposed to be, Emma, I promise. Don’t fight it.” As he suckled her clit, he worked in a second digit, spreading her just enough to keep her gasping but painless. “Relax and let go. Let it consume you.” Slipping his tongue between them, he brought her closer to the edge.

Emma came crashing over it with a loud cry, her whole body shaking as her orgasm took her by surprise.

Killian wrapped his arms around her thighs and held her steady as she tried to jerk away, guiding her through it with his mouth until she finally settled again.

“Are you alright?” he asked as he kissed along her leg to calm her down.

“Yes,” Emma panted, her chest heaving as she caught her breath. “Yes, that was….”

“Beautiful to witness,” he smiled. “And only the first of many, many more, if you’ll allow me to continue.”

“Please,” she nodded, urging him onto the bed above her. “Please, I want to know everything.”

He kissed her, passionate and deep, letting her taste herself on his lips. As his cock brushed her stomach, she met his gaze, and he could see the apprehension in her eyes.

“Are you sure?” Killian canted his hips away from her. “I will be careful, and I won’t hurt you. But I need you to be sure. It’s alright if we don’t do this.”

Emma’s hands settled on his back, tracing his muscles with her fingers.

“I’m sure,” she reassured him. “Show me what I’m missing.”

——

The Captain’s brow raised at that, and his smile grew into something softer but no less interested. He cupped the back of her head and lowered his lips to her neck, slowly kissing along the column as her pulse raced beneath their touch, laughing lightly at her gasp as he nipped at her earlobe.

Ghosting his breath over her open mouth, he brushed his nose against hers and teased, “Just how innocent are you?” Her cheeks turned red at his question, and he almost felt bad for asking it, if he hadn’t thought her blush so endearing.

“Does it matter?” The Princess pulled him closer and kissed him herself—well, she tried. The kiss was inexperienced and rigid, her nerves clearly getting the best of her despite her admirable efforts not to show it. But as he kissed her back, her tension eased as she allowed him to guide her through it, and they moaned into each other’s mouths as the pirate pinned her to the cobbled stone behind her. “I don’t want to be,” she said quietly when they finally parted.

“Mmm, that’s quite the tempting treasure you’re offering,” he admitted, already hungry for another taste of her skin, “but I’m afraid you would return home to find two very angry, very powerful parents, who also happen to have their own army. I’d like to not get on their bad side.”

“They don’t have to know,” the Princess shrugged. “I’ve simply taken an interest in sailing. So, I’ve ordered the best Captain to teach me how to do it.”

“You order me to do this?” Mischievous fire sparked in his eyes.

“No,” she shook her head, “I would never.” The Princess seemed to shrink into herself as she pulled away from him and cast her eyes to the floor. “I’m asking you to do this.”

The pirate hadn’t meant for her to take his reservations as disinterest. On the contrary, he was all the more delighted by her wit and commended her risky secrecy.

“Well,” he paused, tucking his curled finger beneath her chin until she looked at him again. “If you’re absolutely sure you want to sail, we can adjourn to my ship to begin your lessons promptly and properly. But there’s no going back once you first handle a mast,” he punned to lighten her mood, but his tone was serious, “so you have to be certain.”

“I—” the Princess paused, anxious again as her gaze flicked to the prominent bulge in his trousers, “—I think I’m sure, but….”

“It’s not going to hurt you,” the Captain reassured her, giving her another chaste kiss. “I’d make it so good for you.”

“Prove it,” she challenged. “Show me. Please.”

“If you can promise me I won’t lose my head,” he joked, dragging his palm down the front of her gown and pressing on her skirts at the apex of her thighs, “I’d be honored to take yours.”

“I promise.”

“Right this way then.” He stepped back and waved for her to join him, wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her tightly into his embrace as she walked with him. He flicked the shell of her ear with his tongue and purred, “And for the record, you’re more than welcome to command me if you’d prefer, but perhaps we’ll save those lessons for another time. Don’t think I’m letting you slip away after just one.”

——

“That’s it, Princess,” Killian praised, his eyes closed as he bucked his hips. “Such a naughty little mouth, feels fucking perfect.” He thrust twice more before he looked down at her again, finally seeing the discomfort in her expression.

Immediately he pulled back and coaxed her to stand, petting her hair before dropping his hand to her throat and holding it firmly but not tightly, clear concern on his face while he still maintained his role. He wouldn’t completely break character unless she asked him to do so; that was the point of their game.

“Did I say you could stop?” Killian growled into the crook of her neck before nuzzling her cheek more gently than he spoke.

“No, Captain.” Emma couldn’t help the tears quickly welling in her eyes. Despite her attempts to blink them away, a few managed to escape.

Killian caught them with his tongue and slowly retraced their paths of descent before placing a chaste kiss on her forehead.

“I’m going to have to punish you again,” he said calmly, meeting her gaze. “You know that, don’t you?”

“I’m sorry, Captain, I—”

“You’re sorry?” He hummed as he struck her cheek lightly with his open palm, and Emma yelped at the unexpected impact. Lowering his voice to an unsettling whisper, he rasped, “Sorry doesn’t help me very much, does it?”

“I just,” Emma’s lower lip trembled as she spoke, “I need an anchor, Captain. Please.”

“That’s all you had to say, my darling.” Killian let go of Emma’s throat and caressed her cheek, the soft gesture allowing her floodgates to break. “Shhh, it’s alright, love. I’m sorry. You’re alright,” he soothed, wrapping his arms around her and untying her wrists, before cradling the back of her head as she clung to him and buried her face in his shoulder. “Do you want to be held, or do you need some space?”

“Hold me?” Emma requested, grateful that he posed the question and would comfort her either way. She felt him nod as he pressed his lips to her temple and showered her in sweet kisses while muttering praises and reassurances against her skin.

“You’re perfect, Emma. You’ve nothing to be sorry for, I promise. I’ve got you. You’re okay.”

Killian surrounded her with soft warmth then, not to make her feel small anymore but rather to help her feel protected and safe in his arms. It was as if he couldn’t hold her closely enough. Emma no longer felt crowded or overwhelmed as he eased her mind and her tension with his caring words and gentle touches.

Soon, they made their way to their bed. Emma curled into Killian’s embrace, smiling as she reciprocated the tender treatment he had been giving her. She worked her way down his body until eventually, her lips were at the tip of his cock again, and she looked up at him with renewed drive.

“May we try again, Captain?”

“Aye,” Killian smiled, gently brushing back her hair from her face as she took him into her mouth and swallowed around him the way he liked it. “Fuck, there’s a good girl,” he moaned, his head falling back onto his pillow. He surprised her though, as he reluctantly pulled her away and pinned her to the mattress beneath him instead. “But you’ve had your feast. Now I want mine.”

——