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You had always been curious about how it would feel to have James' vibranium hand gently find its way in between your legs and cup and rub up against your clothed wet cunt. How your legs would tremble at the cold touch of his fingers as his metal thumb lightly makes a circle motion on your clit. But to actually have him now laid across your bed—his vibranium digits slowly pump in and out of you—while Steve's chest presses against your back has your mind in a daze and your breathing quickening. Steve, being the ever steady presence he is, caged you in your current position: your legs up & spread as they lay against his own widened legs, with his chin on top of your right shoulder, and his large hands firmly placed on your waist. When you told him and James about your little curious thought, Steve knew you might try to squirm and run away from the intoxicating feeling of heat pooling inside of you. And he was right to think so, as you did try to pull away—moaning and gasping for air—because of James, but Steve could never let you. He would never let you escape from the layers of ecstatic laced tension steadily multiplying over and over one another, until your body wouldn't be able to handle it any longer that his best friend was giving you. You had asked for this, of course, as Steve & Bucky would make sure they delivered on satiating your curiosity.

Clark is absolutely obsessed with your thighs. And yes, I think there would be a time when Clark would want you to try your damndest to suffocate him while he eats your pussy out as you ride his face. The pure euphoria that finds him as his arms wrap around your waist while you squeeze and grind against his head & tongue makes his heart beat rise just as much as his dick does in his briefs. You can always feel the smile gracing his lips underneath you as your body rubs back and forth; seeking out the best point and pattern of pleasure for yourself. Even still, Clark knows that you are kind. Your pussy may be on his mouth and your ass in his face, but your thighs instinctively leave an opening for him as if he needs air to breathe. As if. One of his hands slides down from your waist to your thigh as he gives it a quick smack—more loud than painful—as to bring your attention back on him. You both have had conversations about this little habit of yours. Clark has expressed his needs thoroughly: that he wants to be nothing more than your chair when he eats you out in this particular position. No thinking, no worrying, and no doubting from you that you're "too heavy" or that "you'd hurt him". All the man wants is for the love of his life to grip the ever loving life out of his face with your thighs and to taste your orgasm all over his tongue like the fucking reward it is to be the man underneath you. To be the man that you chose to be this vulnerable & comfortable with. To help bring you this great amount of pure and carnal pleasure that erupts all throughout you. Your body jolts from his smack, and you remind yourself of what he's told you before. Clark's smile returns to his face as he feels the pressure of your thighs come around his head; more permanently. His hand leaves its place on your thigh and returns back to your waist, but not without an accompanying kiss he gives to your asshole that makes a moan leave your lips. He enjoys the smothered feeling. He enjoys the act of this privilege that you've bestowed upon him. Clark is honored that you can use him as your own personal toy to bring yourself to one of the highest forms of pleasure. Fuck, the gratification of it all is so intense that it makes him cum in his briefs; hands free.