They kiss until they’re breathless, until they have no choice but to part. They may be super soldiers but they still need to breathe. The smile against his lips had not gone unnoticed, though, Bucky had felt it. Which must mean that what he’d been trying to convey with only his lips may have come across. He doesn’t know entirely, and doesn’t want to bring it up either.
Not that he has much time to think about it when lips start gliding over his chest and sensitive nipples, making Bucky’s breath hitch in his throat again. With Steve sucking at his flesh and nipples, it makes his own cock twitch again. It’s like his body can not get enough of Steve, eager for more every time Steve does something to relight that fire inside of him.
“Yeah.” A shower sounds like a good idea, because he’s covered in cum, absolutely filthy and when Steve pulls out he knows cum will be gushing out of him, coating his ass and thighs even more so. He’ll need a shower, but are they really going to get clean in the shower? Something tells him that getting clean isn’t the thing on Steve’s mind. They’ll have to, eventually, but Bucky’s not going to complain if they take their sweet time getting clean either.
His body still feels hot and sensitive, and as Steve slowly pulls out of him, it earns a few more gasps as his cock brushes against sensitive nerves upon pulling out. Bucky attempts to force himself not to squirm but with the cum steadily leaking out of him now, he can’t help the way his hips wiggle from side to side. Cum steadily leaks out of his ass, making a mess of himself and the sheets underneath him.
Now, as Bucky looks at Steve, there is no pain or doubt in his blue eyes. Instead, there is something akin to amusement. A rare thing from Bucky these days. He’s not nearly as playful as he used to be, no matter how much he wishes he could be.
“You look pleased with yourself.” And how can he blame him, really? Steve’s made a mess of him. Turned Bucky – the Winter Soldier – into a mess steadily leaking cum and willing to do it all over again in seconds if that’s what Steve wants. Reducing Bucky to this would be no easy task for anyone else. Steve should be pleased with himself, if you ask Bucky.
He isn’t surprised by Steve’s filthy mouth. Not at this point, not after he’s had Steve inside of him balls deep, calling him names and speaking such filthy words. He likes this version of Steve, raw and unfiltered and completely himself instead of someone he pretends to be.
Sure, the part of Steve that is good and pure still exists, Bucky has seen it, but this darker filthier side does too. Bucky’s willing to accept both sides with open arms, just as Steve seems to accept his fucked up need to be controlled.
Would he still have this filthy need if he’d never been controlled by HYDRA? The thought is fleeting, he pushes it away. He doesn’t want to think about them when he’s so blissed out right now.
“Oh, like I’m going anywhere?” His legs are still trembling, he’s not even sure he can stand right now. He does, however, move to push himself up to a sitting position as Steve walks away from him, following his every movement into the bathroom.
Bucky takes a moment to himself, ignoring the way he hears water turning on, for just a second. He’ll get up but he needs a moment to calm his racing heart and trembling body.
It takes only a few moments for him to gather the courage to actually climb out of the mess of a bed. He can’t bare to be apart from Steve for long anyway, so the moment he’s able to, he’s joining him in the shower.
The hot water feels soothing against sore muscles and throbbing bruises. He just barely manages to get some of the cum off of his thighs before Steve is grabbing him again, claiming his body with hungry hands and ravenous lips. Bucky is, once again, helpless.
He meets that kiss with equal fervor, moaning into Steve’s mouth as he feels his rock hard cock against him again. He moves carefully backwards, so that he doesn’t slip, until his back is pressed against the cold tile. His hips rock greedily again, griding his own quickly hardening cock against Steve’s thigh, head tilting to the side to allow him access to his neck.
“I’m not the only one. Look at you. Can’t get enough of me.” It’s like just being near Steve is enough to turn Steve into this insatiable beast and there’s a power in that, that Bucky didn’t fully realize he enjoyed until just now.
His hands grasp at Steve’s waist so that he can yank him forward, against him, with no room between their wet slick bodies. He doesn’t want there to be an inch of space between them. His hips rock again, grinding his cock against Steve’s own cock, chasing friction for both of them that earns a series of gasps from Bucky, his hands trailing from waist, sliding up to chest, letting his thumbs brush over Steve’s nipples.
“Fuck, Steve, see what you do to me?” His wet cock glides against Steve’s erection, as if to prove what he’s talking about. He’s rock hard and leaking all over again. “ Can’t even exist near you without wanting you inside of me again.” This is going to become a problem but one that Bucky will happily accept.
"You asked me earlier how long I've wanted you like this, and I answered. Think it's only fair if you answer the same question. How long have you wanted to claim me like this?"
Tell me it's not in my head, tell me you've wanted me too, tell me that all those looks I thought I saw from you were real.
