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@sonofawiitchh M/M Smut Gif Starters: Part 3 - The Electric Bootyloo [ 12D ] bottom Vincent from John Kent
An entire squad left the station when the alarm blared, but not Vincent's. His squad had the privilege of staying behind, and yet the alarm had dragged him out of sleep all the same; or what passed for sleep. Insomnia was never good company, but it was particularly insidious when it clawed at you during the few hours you were actually allotted to rest.
Vincent tossed and turned for the better part of half an hour before giving up entirely. He lay there staring at the ceiling, his body exhausted but his mind refusing to quiet. If he was going to stand any chance of falling asleep, he needed to burn something off first. Spending energy had worked before, or at least, he told himself it had. He decided to gamble on it one more time.
He found the station's gym swathed in the kind of silence that only existed at that hour. Empty, save for another poor soul hunched over one of the machines. John. The rookie. His greeting was nothing more than a faint, hollow smile and a slow nod. Barely an acknowledgment that either of them existed at all.
He'd lost sight of the moment they started spotting each other. They danced around each other almost in silence, taking turns on who laid their back on the bench and who stood behind making sure the weights didn't kill anyone. What he hadn't missed was the instant he started letting his eyes linger on John's bulge.
Vincent looked at it intently, mostly when it was his turn to lay on the bench and could get a perfect glimpse of it. So close, he could almost taste it. So close, he could smell the strong scent of salty masculinity coming off the lower openings of John's shorts. When he closed his eyes, Vincent could almost picture the rookie's cock. It's bulbous head, covered in translucent, glistening precum. He pictured a single vein, slithering along the underside, pulsating with John's heartbeat, and guiding Vincent closer to the base, to the puddle of sweat and musk.
And John had had similar thoughts, for it didn't take too long before their silent communication turned to flirting. Flirting to provocation. Provocation to action.
Kneeling between John's legs, Vincent pressed himself against the padded floor of the gym, and made himself comfortable between John's thighs. The rookie's cock was just as he imagined it, shinning under the lights. It sprung up happy to meet him, and Vincent was quick to return the greeting by gently wrapping his lips around the head.
He hummed around it. The taste of it salty, thick, mixed so perfectly with the strong, acrid scent of John's groin. With every inhalation, Vincent took in more and more of him. John's cock filled his velvety mouth, the wet crevice opening itself to allow the thick intrusion deeper. John's sweat saturated Vincent's lungs, rapidly hypnotizing him further.
"Fuck, kid." Vincent looked up, a thick string of saliva mixed with pre-cum still bridging John's cock to his plumped lips. "You got a great cock."
Being young and half-Kryptonian gave John excessive amounts of stamina. He usually burned off all that energy by helping out at the station or assisting his father, whether on the farm or in Metropolis, but at that moment, he didn’t seem to be needed for either. So he had to burn off that excess energy, and the best way to do that was by working out. John was in excellent shape—a lean build but firm muscles. Although his muscles may not have been as defined as his father’s or those of the other men who worked there, the boy was on the right track.
He was wearing only shorts and a black tank top. Sweat ran down his forehead, his neck, and his back, and yet the boy still didn’t feel a shred of fatigue. He was surprised to see Vincent join him, thinking he was alone, but company was always welcome. As they worked out together, John couldn’t help but stare at the man’s ass—it was so… Fuck, so big, so huge and round. And damn, his chest. Those weren’t pecs; they were massive, juicy, round tits.
Just thinking about sucking them, biting them, and jerking off between the man’s tits until they were covered in cum was making his cock hard. And apparently he wasn’t the only one, since he could see the lust in the older man’s eyes, following his gaze down to his own obvious bulge. So the rookie smiled and started flirting with the man. And before long, John was sitting on one of the weight training machines, his shorts around his ankles along with his boxers, and the huge, muscular man settled between his legs.
“Fuck,” John gasped as he felt the man’s warm lips on his massive, thick cock, which was dripping an exaggerated amount of precum from the tip. The boy brought his hands to the man’s head, tangling his fingers in Vincent’s hair and squeezing as he threw his head back and let out loud moans at the feel of that skilled tongue, looking down to see Vincent swallowing every inch of his beer can-thick cock, as if it were nothing. John wasn’t small at all—another blessing of his Kryptonian genes, perhaps—so he was genuinely surprised that the man was taking his hung cock all the way down without much trouble.
“Holy shit! How are you doing that? Oh fuck!” The kiddo couldn’t help but push the man’s face into his bushy patch of musky pubic hair; he liked the sensation of the man inhaling around his sweaty musky cock. He let go a few seconds later and smiled between gasps as he listened to Vincent. And that image—seeing this massive mountain of a man, packed with muscles far more enormous than his own, on his knees with strands of saliva mixed with precum hanging between his lips and his cock—was worthy of a porn movie or even so much better than that.
“And you... damn... You know how to suck cock. How many cocks have you sucked to be this good? You whore." The kid said the last part with a playful tone as he took his massive length and slapped it against the older man's cheek a couple of times, rubbing his throbbing cock all over the man’s face, smearing his precum everywhere—it was so hot.
Michael was momentarily stopped in his tracks, barely able to register his next move or form a coherent thought. John ate him like he was to be his last meal, with all the desperation of a man famished. It had his eyes rolling up in the back of his head, bouncing his able cheeks on the younger man's face over and over again, riding his tongue like the slut he found himself devolving into. Never before had a man been so desperate to spread his cheeks and shoot their tongue in his ass. And John was doing it like it had been the only thing on his mind for years. If it wasn't for the way his mind was consumed with lust, he'd almost find it flattering.
The gasp of air brought him back down to Earth. Michael peered over his shoulder at the man, fighting for his next breath, but looking like there was nowhere else he'd rather be. John's exclamation only had Michael pushing his cock further into his mouth and down his throat. It was an undertaking, garbles of his spit draping from his outstretched lips as he sucked with effort. "You taste so fucking good, John. Could blow you for hours." He groaned, before clenching his fists in the sheets at the sharp puncture of the younger man's teeth on his cheeks. Clearly, his hunger had yet to be satisfied.
"Oh yeah?" Michael couldn't help but ask, detaching his lips from the swollen head of John's cock was a satisfying pop. "How many nights have you stayed up thinking about me, huh? Sticking your fat cock in me, on me, in whatever hole you wanted to. Have you done it in my house?" Michael asked, eyes hungry, as the curiosity of it all got the best of him. The idea of John sleeping over, beating his meat, only a wall away, had him grinding his cock against the man's naked form. "God, you're horny, aren't you, boy?" Michael growled, grinning. "Let you do whatever you want to me if you fuck as good as you are enthusiastic about fucking."
"Fuck, oh god, please," Michael whined, head cranking up to the ceiling, back arched in a perfect curve as John's aggressive hands found his nipples. The sensitive buds rose to his finger's attention. And without so much as a warning, three fingers were plunged into him. The most obscene and perverse moan erupted from his throat. No doubt the neighbors could hear. "Fuck! Love that cock so much. I already want it in me, rearranging my insides!"
The boy curled his toes and let out another couple of loud moans when he felt Michael take his cock deep into his throat. Fuck. John had gotten a blowjob or two in glory holes and while cruising, but he couldn’t remember any man taking his thick length so easily. “Fuck! You take my cock so easily; I wonder how many cocks have gone through your mouth to get you that experienced.” It was hot to think of this powerful man—an important CEO, dressed so elegantly and neatly—on his knees, sucking other men’s cocks like a hungry whore.
He wondered if any of his employees had been this lucky; the thought of one of his employees fucking Michael in his own office was hot. When John heard the question, he let out a little laugh; it was almost ridiculous and embarrassing how many times he had fantasized about the man while jerking off. “Too many to count. But no, well, I’ve jerked off with Teddy while watching porn together a couple of times, but just me here, no.” Moans kept escaping his plump lips, and a generous amount of precum oozed from the tip of his thick cock.
“Oh fuck, yes! I want to start with your ass, but I’m definitely going to do your throat and your tits too.” John was strong, young, and had plenty of stamina. Besides, he didn’t know when a situation like this would come up again, with just the two of them alone, so he was going to make the most of it.
A proud smile spread across John’s face, and his cock throbbed wildly as he heard the man practically howl with pleasure at the top of his lungs—so loud that his neighbors could hear that Michael, the respectable CEO, was about to be fucked and reduced to nothing more than a filthy cheap slut.
“Then do it. I want to see you ride me; I want to see my beautiful whore’s huge tits bouncing obscenely as you ride my cock like your life depends on it.” And the contrast between Michael’s body—a massive mountain of muscle—and John’s body—athletic but leaner—was so hot.
Continuation of this. @onceuponaflex
Clint was such an exasperating idiot many times—reckless, annoying, and yet... totally his type. Bucky had a huge weakness for blond idiots with beautiful blue eyes. So he spread his legs for Clint, and damn, sex with him was always... Damn Clint, he was so fucking good in bed; his aim was definitely not just good in combat but also when it came to finding his prostate with every thrust, and with every fuck he found the buttons that turned one of the world’s most feared former professional assassins into a puddle of moans and lustful screams.
That body, so hot, full of muscles and scars in equal measure; that beautiful face, often covered in band-aids; and that cock. Fuck. Clint was definitely well-endowed and drove Bucky crazy with pleasure with it. And since they were always experimenting with new things, after a mission, they both decided to invite the handsome lawyer from Hell’s Kitchen over to have a good time. Bucky felt like he was in fucking paradise, with his ass and cock being worshipped; heavy gasps and loud moans escaped his beautiful pink lips as he watched Matt jerk him off with one hand while sucking on the thick head of his cock.
“Fuck, you’re really good with that mouth, Matt." Bucky smiled between moans. His toes curled and his hole tightened around the wet muscle; the blond always devoured his ass as if it were a five-star dish. “FUCK! Clint!” His back arched with pleasure as he felt the blond shove that expert tongue deep into his smooth, pink hole, forcing its way between his tight walls. His cock throbbed like crazy and released absurd amounts of precum into Matt’s mouth from all the stimulation.
Michael hadn't meant for everything to transpire as it had. Getting involved with Teddy's friends was never something he ever wanted to get himself involved in. It was usually so mess and made everything uncomfortable for all parties involved, Teddy and Michael most of all. And no dick was worth muddying up the relationship between him and his son. Besides, Michael was no idiot. From the moment he'd met John, he felt his wanting and raking gaze all across his body. Every time he and Teddy hung out, he would catch the young man practically eye-fucking him across the room. He really lacked any kind of subtlety. If it'd been any other father, they'd probably throw him right out on his ass for being so disrespectful. Michael was not one of those fathers.
When John stopped by unexpectedly, Michael had been a little shocked. Teddy was out and wouldn't be back for hours. But, not wanting to make a bad impression that would get back to his son, and against his better judgement, he let John in. If he hadn't noticed the way John's print inside his shorts grew as he talked, if he hadn't brushed up against it, if he hadn't stupidly invited John upstairs to his bedroom, then maybe he would've been in a different place. As it was, Michael was sitting on John's face, letting him get his fill of his hole. It was an idiotic choice, but Michael was too far gone to turn back.
"Oh, fuck," Michael groaned, rocking his hips back and forth, properly riding John's face. The man had a way with his tongue. Skills so good, it made it difficult to even remember that he wasn't supposed to be naked with his son's friend in the first place. "That's it, John, eat me out. Like your life fucking depended on it." He grunted, placing two hands on either one of his cheeks, shaking them on the young man's face so he was properly smothered. Michael was all man, pure muscle and bulk, so the fact that John was able to withstand all that weight on him said a lot.
A short yelp escaped him as John slapped his ass. No doubt with how aggressively he was going in on his ass, there'd be a bright red hand mark in the morning. Out of the corner of his eyes, Michael spotted the throbbing rod between John's legs. A slow, hungry grin pulled on his lips as he lower his chest onto John's torso and slowly took the wanting cock into his mouth, properly 69ing the young man. The man tasted intoxicating. It'd be a miracle if anyone were to rip him from off of that cock anytime soon.
John’s face was a mess; the boy could feel saliva dripping down his chin, and fuck, feeling the man ride his tongue and grind that fat ass against his face—it was like being in fucking paradise. The man’s words only encouraged him to push his tongue even deeper between those tight walls, moving it in every direction to stimulate that hole and get it fucking dilated for him. The boy smiled inwardly at that little scream, so John, with all his strength, slapped both buttocks again, making sure his hand left a mark on the man’s skin.
Sooner or later, John had to pull away to get some air. So he pulled his face away from the man’s ass just as he felt Michael take his cock into his mouth, and that made the boy moan loudly. “Oh fuck, yes! Suck my cock like a good whore!” John exclaimed, smiling between moans. The boy bit down hard on one of Michael’s buttocks, then the other; he wanted to leave all kinds of marks on Michael’s ass so the man would remember what they’d done together.
“You have no idea how much I’ve dreamed about this, like damn. Eating your ass, having you suck my cock like a cock-hungry slut…” As the guy spoke, he ran his hands over the man’s huge muscular body, bringing them up to Michael’s huge chest and squeezing the man’s tits hard. “… Sucking your tits, biting them, fuck… Jerking off between them until I cover them with my cum. I definitely need to do that—so many things I want to do to you.”
John pinched the man’s nipples hard, pulling on them. He moved one of his hands aside to use his fingers and shoved three fingers deep into that hole, finding the man’s prostate and starting to stimulate it. “Do you like my cock, you fucking whore? Come on, I want to hear you moan and scream like the little bitch you are.”
The cock that hung heavy between his legs was Ben's pride and joy, the root of all his gross arrogance. If anyone asked him, he would tell them he had simply been born naturally gifted downstairs and compound-v had nothing to do with it. However, the truth was that he had only been above average before the v-trials, and it was the added mass of power given by the compound that made his cock that much larger. Now over twelve inches long when fully erect, Ben's girthy cock throbbed in the fingers gripped loosely around it. His thighs spread even wider in invitation for Ryan to make himself at home there as the boy licked at Ben's cock like an eager slut.
Any other time and Ben would have taken control as he pleased. Boldy exerting his authority to use that pretty mouth rough and quick before he would've zipped up to go on his way. But that was before he had spent decades on ice and then weeks after listening to Vought's golden boytoy bark orders at him, stuck waiting for the right time to get his rocks offs. So he was content to lay back for now, kick his boots off and watch Ryan degrade himself for daddy's cock. Putting no more effort into it than to grasp the base of his heavy dick and slap it over Ryan's face a few times.
"You want to keep licking then get my balls nice and wet like a good bitch," Ben instructed, fingers gripping in Ryan's hair a little tighter now. "Otherwise, open wide and see how far you can get daddy's dick down your throat, slut." Despite his slouching, relaxed posture, the hard edge of control never left Ben's voice. His piercing gaze steady and stern on Ryan's pretty face.
"I want to hear you choke on it."
Ryan ran his tongue from the base to the tip, wrapping it around the wet, thick shaft like a beer can, gathering saliva and spitting it out, letting the spit slide down, spreading it with long licks up and down. A couple of moans escaped his pink, plump lips as he felt Soldier Boy slap his face a couple of times with that beast of a cock. The boy looked up to meet the older man’s gaze as he listened carefully. “Yes, Daddy." The boy obeyed happily as his cock throbbed at the feeling of the grip on his hair growing tighter and firmer.
Ryan buried his nose there, inhaling deeply and moaning at the strong, musky, masculine scent of Soldier Boy’s balls. His tongue began to trace the man’s hairy balls. “All in good time, don’t you think? I want to worship your cock and balls like a man like you deserve.” Ryan winked at him as he continued licking the man’s balls and finally took one into his mouth, sucking on it for a couple of seconds before letting go. “I want to be the best whore for daddy.”
Ryan took Soldier Boy’s other ball and sucked on it while moaning softly; he took both and sucked on them for a few moments until they were completely soaked in his saliva. Hearing that last part, the boy could already feel a huge mess of precum in his own boxers. The boy took the man’s cock, stuck his tongue out as far as he could, and slapped it against it a couple of times.
“Yeah, you want to choke me with your massive cock, daddy?” Ryan slapped Soldier Boy’s cock against his tongue and all over his beautiful face again, splattering and smearing himself with precum and saliva. “I want to be a good boy for daddy. So if daddy wants to choke me on his cock and fuck my face rough and raw, you can do it.” Ryan took Soldier Boy’s other hand and placed it on his hair; he wanted the man to take complete control over him and use him as what he said Ryan was. A fucking, hungry whore.
Bucky's usual witty banter was lost on Steve's borderline feral mind driven solely by hunger, but the perfumed musk that accompanied his mate's adrenaline helped center the werewolf. Keeping him obsessively focused on their shared goal even as he panted hot and heavy with a rabid desire. His clawed paws hooked into the clothes covering Bucky with just enough mindful pressure to scratch and tear but not cut the skin.
Steve's careful but demanding swipes to get his mate naked were only stopped when Bucky's hand touched his cock. His big mitts slipped into the dirt to steady his burly figure as a full body growl rumbled through him at the warm, stroking pressure around his cock. The approving howl that followed echoed through the trees. Steve's wide, flat tongue was dragged over Bucky's chest and face in return; his hips jerking forwards into the other's touch until the copious precum at the tip dribbled down all over Bucky's fingers.
The pressure wasn't near enough to satisfy Steve's animalistic hunger but it pacified the beast in him for now. His hulking frame hunched in over Bucky so Steve could rut his cock between those slippery fingers and over bare skin. Doing his best to mark and scent his mate before he bred him under the full moon.
Bucky gasped as those enormous, sharp claws tore his clothes to shreds, shredding them to pieces—luckily, he had a spare set in his hidden backpack. His entire muscular torso was now exposed: his broad shoulders, his bicep, his firm chest and abs, and the shining vibranium arm. All his muscles glistened softly in the moonlight thanks to the light sheen of sweat covering Bucky’s body after all that running.
Bucky smiled as he heard those pleasurable growls and howls coming from Steve. “Oh yeah, you like that, don’t you, big guy?” Bucky’s smile widened as he felt that wet, warm tongue running over his chest and face. All that precum worked perfectly to stimulate and lubricate Steve’s massive cock at the same time. Buck could already feel his pants turning into a huge wet mess thanks to Steve’s precum rubbing against him.
Strange had cast a spell on his body so he could take Steve’s cock in his werewolf form and take his knot as well; sadly, the spell only applied to his ass and not his mouth, but he could still use his tongue and lips. “So needy. Do you want me to kiss and lick your beautiful cock a little before you fuck me? Or you can use that huge tongue of yours and eat my ass.” Feeling a werewolf’s tongue eating his ass was quite an experience, one that Bucky enjoyed just as much as Steve’s beastly cock.
Continuation of this. @boysfromtheburbs
From the very first time Teddy invited him to his house and he saw Teddy's father, John had the hardest erection he'd ever had. They were best friends, so he really shouldn't be fantasizing about his best friend's dad—but then again, he was just a horny boy, after all. And seeing Mr. Michael always in those tight clothes, that fabric that looked like it would rip at any moment given how fat and huge that ass was, those thighs as thick as two massive logs, that chest that looked like two massive, round, juicy, hairy tits.
The man was every gay boy and man’s perfect wet dream. That day, John had gone to Teddy’s house as usual, but this time, apparently his friend wasn’t there, yet the man had let him in anyway. And since they were finally alone, John decided to try his luck—it was now or never. One thing led to another, and now John was fulfilling one of his biggest fantasies. He still couldn’t believe this was really happening—both of them naked, in Michael’s bed, while John held a tight, firm grip on the man’s thick thighs, with that huge, fat ass sitting on his face as the boy devoured it like a starving madman.
His tongue moved in circles, in every direction—up, down—pushing it as deep as he could, pressing his face until he was suffocating between those round cheeks. John moaned and growled loudly as his huge, hard cock throbbed like crazy just from hearing Michael moan like that; his cock looked like a fucking fountain with the amount of precum oozing from the tip.
John didn’t stop at the question; he didn’t want to tear himself away from that wonderful ass. He kept fucking that hole with his tongue even harder while his hands slapped the man’s buttocks harsh in response, squeezing them and shaking them against his face. The boy felt like he was in paradise in those moments.
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open to: males, top or bottom. plot: Just Ben looking to fuck or get fuck. (Would love younger fcs like: Mason Thames or cameron crovetti bc love some age gap <3 but older fc are welcome too)
Ben was enjoying an ice-cold mug of beer at that cafe-bar, which was kind of a dump, but at least nobody was bothering him there. Everyone seemed wrapped up in their own business, which meant Soldier Boy could enjoy his beer and smoke his cigar while watching whatever crap they were showing on the flat-screen TV mounted above the drinks—news reports about how the world kept going further and further to hell, nothing new.
His gaze then drifted toward a nice ass he caught walking past him. Fuck, it wouldn’t hurt to find someone to fuck until he emptied his balls inside them. He tapped part of the already burnt cigar into the ashtray and suddenly felt someone staring at him. So he turned to look at the guy beside him. “Would you like some knee pads?” he asked, looking the guy directly in the eyes.
And before Ben could get any kind of response, he added, “You're looking at me like you want to suck my hog.” Ben leaned a little closer to the guy who had sat down beside him at the bar, keeping his eyes locked onto the other man’s. “So I'm asking you if you would like some knee pads." And with that last sentence, Ben brought a hand down to his crotch and shamelessly shook the bulge there with a cocky half-smile.
Continuation of this. @onceuponaflex
Ryan was somewhat impressed the first time he saw Soldier Boy, even though he didn’t know who the man really was, he was only 19 after all. He only knew that he had fought in wars and had been very famous in the past. Many times, he could feel the man’s gaze on him, sweeping him from head to toe as if he were a five-star dish. The boy enjoyed the older man’s attention—he wasn’t going to lie. Besides, the man was actually pretty sexy, especially his raspy voice and his sexy beard, and he was curious to know what the man looked like without that whole suit covering him up.
When the opportunity presented itself for just the two of them to be alone in a hotel room after a mission, and Soldier Boy started sweet-talking him with flirtations and compliments, it didn’t take the boy long to get down on his knees for him, settling between the man’s strong thighs while his hands unbuttoned the pants of Soldier Boy’s suit, letting out a little laugh at the comment, loving the sensation of the man’s fingers running through his hair.
Ryan pulled down Soldier Boy’s pants just enough to free the man’s cock. “HOLY SHIT! This is… damn!" Of course, Ryan had seen big cocks before; he’d sucked off a guy or two in glory holes, but Soldier Boy’s cock was on a whole new level; it was like those cocks you think only exist in porn movies.
Ryan wrapped his hand around the shaft—or at least tried to, since his fingers didn’t quite close all the way around such a thick cock. The man’s dirty talk was turning him on way too much; Ryan had discovered he liked being talked to like that when he started frequenting gloryholes. Feeling his head being pushed, the boy began with small licks all around the glans, softly kissing the tip; he was going to take his time and enjoy every damn second of worshipping Soldier Boy’s cock.
Steve's ears immediately perked up at the calls of Bucky egging him on. The mass of fur along the nape of his neck standing on ends with the force of adrenaline and aggression coursing through him. The chase was only going on for a few minutes before Steve was catching up. His large paws catching off the bark of trees and launching himself into a high, arching jumps. The forest between them getting smaller and smaller each time he came crashing down into a running start.
This had become their monthly ritual after Steve's turning and every body of his being now thrummed with elated anticipation at getting to catch his mated prey. By the time Steve caught up to Bucky his breath was thunderous. The full weight of his hulking, furry figure plummeting down from the tree line to pounce on top Bucky.
His snarl was victorious and loud. Breath wafting heavy in Bucky's face as Steve bared his weight on top of him to try and pin the human. His usual ten inch, coke can thick cock replaced by an even larger erection; one considerate enough to be slim and pointed at the tip, at least--leaking like a faucet for natural lubricant, while the angry red shaft gradually thickened up until it reached its fattest girth from middle to base. All twelve inches of it protruding proudly erect from his sheath as he tumbled on top of Bucky.
Bucky enjoyed being ‘hunted’; he enjoyed the foreplay. They both enjoyed this fucked-up game between them. The adrenaline, the excitement, the thrill—it was an incredible sensation. Bucky barely had time to react when the massive, muscular, hairy beast fell on top of him from the sky, sending Bucky tumbling across the ground a couple of times. Twigs and leaves stuck to his long hair; soon, he felt a couple of strands of drool fall onto his face and the beast’s warm breath against his face, blowing strands of hair away from his face.
Bucky let out a small laugh between gasps, catching his breath; his chest rose and fell as his heart raced a mile a minute. “It seems the great ferocious beast has caught me. Oops.” Bucky kept smiling as he looked first at that enormous snout, full of sharp fangs, and then at those flashing wild eyes. Buck didn’t need to look down to know that Steve was rock hard after that run through nearly the whole forest; he could feel that massive beast pressing against one of his legs, leaking all over the fabric of his pants.
“I wonder what I’m going to do…” Barnes actually raised his hand to touch that enormous baseball bat between the wolf’s legs, stroking part of the shaft while keeping his gaze fixed on Steve’s. “You’re so… big and strong, fuck… Tell me, what am I going to do with you?” Bucky smiled provocatively as he continued to touch and stroke that massive cock.
Clint groaned low and pleased when Bucky deepened the kiss with a sweep of his tongue; his lips parted to spill his eager moans into their kiss as Bucky's hand stroked over the erection barely contained by his jockstrap. "With you playing with it like a pool stick...? Yeah, I think they noticed, babe," he answered with a breathless chuckle. One arm wrapped around Bucky's shoulder while Clint caught his breath before he pushed right back in to kiss Bucky again.
Not one to be outdone, Clint's large hands roamed all over Bucky. Pushing and pulling at his clothes to get the other man shirtless as Clint guided them to the bed. Determined to not put a stop to the kissing and feeling that stubble scrap along his jaw until they were tumbling onto the mattress.
"God, you were so handsy and commanding out there, literally where anyone could see... and all because I got you jealous." Clint teased in between kisses. His long, limber frame laid out on top of Bucky like a weighted blanket as he slipped his thigh between the other's legs and pressed it to his crotch. He was impatient to for them both to be naked, yet too stubborn to pull away and do something about it. Content to just grind his hard cock against his boyfriend while kissing him. "So fucking hot."
“Well... Shit, there goes my grumpy and stoic appearance, then,” he joked. Bucky was gasping between kisses, feeling his cock getting hard inside his pants. Clint’s kisses, feeling his hard cock, feeling his hands all over his body, and hearing those sweet moans—all of it was turning him on like crazy. Bucky tore off his T-shirt and imitated his boyfriend’s actions, feeling an intense desire to remove all his clothes and have him completely naked and all to himself.
Bucky let out a little gasp as he fell onto the mattress. “You little fucker… Something tells me you did that on purpose, didn’t you?” Bucky bit Barton's lip this time with a little more force. “Did you want to make me angry so I’d treat you rough?” Bucky slid a hand down to rest it on his boyfriend’s beautiful ass and gave one of his plump cheeks a hard, firm slap. He loved it when Clint did this, taking possession of his whole body and pressing him against his own, their muscular bodies, one against the other, rubbing together and creating delicious friction.
Bucky could already feel a pool of precum on the fabric of his boxers as they kissed and rubbed against each other more. “You’re a naughty boy…” Bucky gasped between his lips. “A very naughty bad boy... Flirting shamelessly with someone else right in front of me.” Bucky raised his bionic hand to Clint’s neck, and his cold fingers tightened into a gentle but firm grip. “I should punish you for doing that to me in public and in front of our friends." Bucky smiled as he panted.
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The influence of the full moon didn't simply bring forth a feral loss of control in Steve's senses when he transformed, it also greatly amplified the very transformation itself. As if he was stepping out of the super serum tank anew each time. His broad, pale physique would warp and tear from the muscles outwards until the mass of him doubled in size even compared to his more controlled wolf-form. Each panting breath visible in the forest as he straightened up on his pawed feet, standing over a hulking seven feet even with his shoulders hunched in.
For a moment, he simply stood there. Recalibrating and scenting the wind, while a deep-seated hunger rumbled up audibly from his belly. And then he caught just the right scent on the wind; a woodsy, perfuming musk that overshadowed any physical hunger and instead made the wolf howl out in a roar filled with wounded desire.
Immediately, Steve turned to the scent of the little mouse that was given his head start and leapt into a bounding four-limbed sprint that tore right through the weakest trees. Nothing was able to stop the Captain's pursuit with each stomping step closer towards his prey. A large section of the woods specifically secluded off from the public for this very purpose.
The shining moonlight was his greatest ally and Bucky's worst enemy, for as soon as he was close enough Steve could visibly track the gleam of the light off that metal arm from miles away. His gaze locked on Bucky's distant figure while the forest echoed with Steve's guttural growls.
Bucky had everything ready; he was always prepared. He marked every full moon of every month on the calendar; packed a small bag with a change of clothes for Steve, some food, and water—all for the following morning; and stowed it in the hollow of a tree in the secluded forest that they both used for this purpose. Steve had never hurt anyone in his wolf form, and Bucky would make sure it stayed that way.
While Steve was transforming, Bucky always took advantage of it to start running, a steady, strong jog; Barnes had gradually become familiar with this forest and knew which routes to take, which to avoid, and so on. A half-smile appeared on his face as he heard, in the distance, the crunch of branches and leaves being trampled and the loud sound of those fierce growls signaling Steve’s approach.
“Come on, big guy! Come on! "Catch me!” Bucky exclaimed. Adrenaline and excitement coursed through Bucky’s entire body as he ran under the moonlight.
The rest of the world could blow up for all he cared when Bucky Barnes was giving him his undivided attention, and staking his claim over everything that was Clint. It centered and excited him in way that little to nothing else but archery ever had. His cheesy, lovesick smile blooming into a full laughing grin when Bucky caught wind of their dino audience. As far as Jeff's new friends went, the big red Clifford knock-off was a little scary, so he was quick to agree. His hand slipped into his boyfriend's flesh, warm hand to drag him away from the huddle of their teammates and find their ride home, so to speak.
Strange was, of course, more than happy to whip up a portal and send Clint on his way, boyfriend in tow, if it meant the blond would stop hovering and buzzing in his air with his far too obvious intentions.
"God, the people they put together for these operations just keep getting weirder and weirder." Clint huffed as soon as they stepped through the portal and into their home. His hands immediately fisted in the collar of Bucky's jacket to yank him forward into a needy kiss before the glowing tear in space and time even closed fully.
Bucky chuckled softly at that remark and nodded. “If someone had told me back in the 40s that I’d be fighting alongside a dinosaur, a talking raccoon, and a talking tree, I’d have thought they’d gone mad or were high on drugs.” The world was becoming a weirder and weirder place, but as long as everyone did a good job and the missions were successful, Bucky had no complaints. He stepped through the portal, not without first thanking the good doctor, and once they had both passed through, Bucky was taken by surprise when he felt Clint pull him by his jacket and kiss him passionately.
Barnes heard an exhausted sigh in the distance as the portal closed behind them. In a way, Bucky found it somewhat amusing that Clint always managed to get on the nerves of so many other heroes, though he would never admit it, as Clint would never leave him in peace if he knew.
His tongue began to play with Barton’s; his teeth softly bit and tugged at Clint’s lower lip while his bionic hand returned to Clint’s bulge, beginning to stroke it and giving it a couple of small squeezes. “Do you think he noticed how hard you were?” Bucky asked, amused. Well, whether Strange noticed anything or not, he didn’t say a word. In any case, Bucky would try to keep his hands to himself the next time they were somewhere in public.
Jealous Bucky was dangerous; Jealous Bucky was also the hottest man on the planet in Clint Barton's book. It was a careful razor's edge that he needed to balance when playing up the role of brat with his boyfriend, and Clint had turned it into an artform. His hand grasping along the upper portion of Bucky's vibranium arm to steady himself at the soft, kneading squeeze to his bulge. "Jesus, Bucky..." he groaned under his breath.
His next inhale barely pulled through his nostrils before Bucky's grip was tightening over his crotch and lingering there with uncomfortable pressure. Clint only able to whimper pathetically at the attention even as his cock hardened up slightly from it. "Yes... yes, sir, totally understood... All yours," he agreed with a bobbing nod of his head. Sighing when Bucky loosened his grip and just barely kissed him. Clint happy to chase after those lips. "So... you going to do something with all this Clint-meat that belongs to you, or...?"
Bucky smiled at that reaction. "You're such a freak, babe." Barnes could feel Clint's cock getting hard inside his pants and that moan—fuck, that desperate, pathetic moan. It was things like that which soothed Bucky's jealousy. Bucky’s smile widened as he heard his boyfriend call him "sir." Clint might be an idiot, but he was his idiot, and no one would take him away from him; he’d fight anyone who tried to take his man away.
“That’s better.” With his real hand, he gave him a couple of firm but soft slaps on the cheek. Bucky gave him a quick, light kiss while listening to Clint. “You’re unbelievable." Bucky rolled his eyes; the man turned slightly, sensing a gaze upon them, and saw the enormous red dinosaur looking at them and then away when he was caught.
The job was done for the day, another mission accomplished, and Bucky needed some privacy, as he now felt a bit uncomfortable, realizing they were still in public. “Let’s go home first. I don’t like being watched by a freaking dinosaur.” Surely Strange could do them the favor of opening a portal to Bucky’s department to make the trip faster.
"So what you're saying is--I should carry a Bucky-dick shaped trick arrow in my quiver just in case you ever get mad at me..." Clint snickered, smoothly transitioning from one bad joke to another without an ounce of shame. His grin dimpled and crooked, simply far too proud of himself, until Bucky's solid metal hand slipped under the skirt of his Hawkeye uniform to cup around his crotch and his knees wobbled a little at the pressure. Clint's tongue peeking out and wetting his lips as he stepped in closer just to urge himself into that lingering touch. "You wouldn't dare... you love 'em too much, even when I'm mouthing off," he challenged. His own hand raised to finger boop the tip of Bucky's nose.
When Bucky heard that bad joke, he gave Clint a squeeze in the crotch. It was a small, soft squeeze, just enough to tease the blond. “Clint… shut up.” Bucky finished moving closer, and now they were face-to-face; Bucky could feel Barton’s warm breath against his skin. Barnes raised his eyebrows at the comment, and he couldn’t help but let out a little chuckle.
“That’s a bold statement. Want me to put that to the test, handsome?” Bucky squeezed Clint’s crotch a little harder this time in response to the tap on his nose. He squeezed just for a couple of moments to see Clint’s reaction and then gave him a playful smile as he loosened his grip. "You’re mine. Understood?" Bucky murmured with a touch of possessiveness in his voice as he brushed his lips against Clint’s, but without actually kissing him.
Clint gulped, knowing he was in trouble. Which both terrified and excited him a little. After all, it was impossible not to shiver all over when Bucky was standing so sternly, arms crossed tight with a glare that made Clint want to fall to his knees and beg for forgiveness. But he was never one to make it easy on himself. His hands held up high in mock surrender as he pouted at Bucky.
"In my defense, it was a funny joke...!" Clint started off arguing, and then leaned in closer into Bucky's personal space with a playful eyebrow wiggle. Hoping to disarm the ticking bomb his boyfriend currently was. "And she just got me thinking how smoking hot you would be if you were actually a big furry white wolf, Bucky, babe..."
Bucky kept frowning as he listened to what Clint said next, because Barnes certainly didn’t find it funny. “Idiot,” he replied to the wink and the proximity of that stupid face that so often made him want to punch it. Upon hearing what followed, Bucky frowned even more and pressed two fingers to the bridge of his nose.
“I’m too old for this shit,” he muttered as he exhaled at the stupid things his boyfriend was saying. “I swear, if I ever see you flirting with someone again, I’m going to take one of your arrows and shove it up your ass.” Bucky lowered his vibranium hand and brought it down to Clint’s crotch. “Or better yet. I’m going to grab those balls and squeeze till they pop. How’d you like that, babe?" Bucky gave him a sharp, sarcastic smile as he said “babe.”