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Steve was practically walking on air the day after Bucky accepted his proposal. He floated through his morning meetings, too happy to let even the most irritating government officials bring down his mood, and by the time he made it home to the Tower he was ready to drag his new fiancé back to bed and keep him there for the rest of the day.
He was already heading up to their apartment when the elevator inexplicably stopped on the communal floor and then refused to budge. Prodding the button again, he wondered if it was a prank of some kind or if it was actually possible that the thing was broken, when he heard the sound of his name being called.
Feeling even more confused, he looked up through the still open doors, only to find several of his friends standing loosely around the kitchen island and staring back at him.
"Everything ok?" he asked automatically, taking in their serious expressions as he finally left the elevator, crossing over to where they were apparently waiting for him. "Is Bucky-"
"He's fine, he's upstairs," Sam assured him before he could even finish verbalising the question, "but we wanted to talk to you." He gestured to the rest of the group; Tony, his expression twisted into something uncharacteristically grave, Bruce, looking uncomfortable but resolute, and even Clint seemed a little uneasy, though Nat didn't appear to be too concerned, which went a long way to easing his fear that something was very wrong.
"About what?" he wondered aloud, thoroughly confused by the whole situation.
"Look, Steve, we're well aware that you know him better than any of us, but Bucky is still in recovery after an ordeal most of us can't even begin to imagine. We know you care about him and would never do anything to hurt him on purpose, but do you really think he's in any state to be partaking in the sort of thing he was talking about last night? Intimacy of any sort should be treated delicately until he's got a better handle on his social interactions and the kind of kinky stuff you've been doing with him? I- we really don't think he's ready for that, if he ever will be. He spent years serving masters who controlled his every move and punished even the slightest infraction. How do you know he sees you any differently?"
By the time Sam finished talking, Steve's jaw was practically on the floor. Of course, there was a big part of him that was all but bursting with affection for his friends. The fact that they weren't just looking out for him, but for Bucky too meant everything, but still, in this particular circumstance, they had nothing to worry about and really, Steve couldn't believe the other man had managed to keep his dumb prank going for this long without slipping up. Clearly, however, he'd pushed it too far and now that everyone had sobered up and had time to take in all the shit his beloved fiancé had revealed, they had some thoughts. Well, everyone except Nat, because he knew better than to think that she had been fooled by a single thing Bucky had done since his return. When he raised an eyebrow in her general direction, however, she simply smirked back at him and he realised he was on his own.
Admittedly, there was a part of him that wanted to keep the game going, not for his own sake, but for Bucky's. The fact remained that he would do damn near anything for his fiancé, even if that meant remaining the butt of his jokes, but he couldn't let their friends keep thinking Steve was taking advantage, or worse, hurting him. He'd let Bucky have his fun, but all good things...
"He's trolling you," he finally explained, focusing on each of them in turn to make sure they'd heard what he'd said.
"Trolling?" Tony looked delighted, the way he always did when Steve came out with something modern.
"Yes, Tony, trolling. As in, he is winding you up, tugging on your chain, leading you on a merry dance. He knows exactly what he's doing."
Sam still looked a little uncertain as if he wasn't sure if Steve was telling the truth or if he'd simply convinced himself of his own falsehood, but before he could say anything to reassure him, Tony piped up again.
"So you're telling us that he blurted out all your kinky secrets on purpose?"
"Yes, Tony."
"And he really does want me to make him some cuffs?"
Steve grinned suddenly, "We both do. The collar and leash would be good too."
"And some of that reinforced furniture."
Steve's head jerked up at the sound of his fiancé's voice, noting the broad smirk on his face as he sidled up behind him and wrapped himself around his back, hooking his chin over Steve's shoulder.
"I'm not sure you deserve it," Tony huffed.
"Aww, did I hurt your feelings, Stark?"
"All this time?" Sam demanded, cutting off whatever Tony might have said in response. "Seriously, Barnes? We were fucking worried about you."
"Hey, you were the ones that were determined to treat me with kid gloves, I was just giving you what you asked for."
"Pretty sure none of us asked for that much of an insight into your sex dungeon," Clint pointed out, though he seemed far less upset than Sam and Tony.
"We live in a skyscraper, we don't have a dungeon," Bucky rolled his eyes.
"But if you're looking for wedding present ideas, we're gonna be setting one up in Bucky's old bedroom," he interjected smoothly, biting back a grin when his fiancé's breathing hitched audibly.
"Wedding presents?" Tony echoed, looking shell-shocked.
"He said yes," Steve replied simply, smiling a little wider when Bucky's arms tightened around him in response.
"Congratulations," Nat finally piped up, a warm expression on her face that made something inside him soften.
"Yeah, congratulations, man," Sam volunteered after a beat, his eyes flitting between them before adding a little belatedly, "Both of you."
"Thanks," Steve grinned, "It's been a long time coming."
"So orgasm denial is also a thing with you two, huh?" Tony shot back, only to look mildly horrified with himself when he realised what he'd said. "Please feel free not to answer that, your sex life is nowhere near as entertaining when I'm sober."
"Oh it's definitely a thing," Bucky purred, because of course he did. "He came twice last night before he let me-"
"You finish that sentence and you're not coming again for the rest of the week," Steve interrupted, not because he cared one way or the other what Bucky revealed at this point, but simply because if his fiancé was being a brat, then he knew better than to just let it go.
At that, the other man's mouth immediately clicked shut, but technically the damage was already done, so...
Pulling out of Bucky's suddenly lax hold, Steve turned to face him, leaning close to his ear before demanding in a carrying whisper full of intent and innuendo, "Come."
He didn't wait to see what Bucky would do, stepping around his frozen fiancé and heading towards the elevator without another word. For several steps, there was nothing but silence behind him, but then there was a low curse and the hurried sound of footsteps. Sure enough, Bucky caught up to him just as he walked through the open door of the elevator, following him inside with a familiarly wide-eyed expression.
Sparing a single glance to where his friends were all still watching them, he quickly returned his attention to the man in front of him, catching hold of his jaw between unyielding fingers and forcing his head up until their eyes met.
"On your knees," he instructed, not bothering to lower his voice, as he wondered quite how deep his fiancé's newfound exhibitionist kink went.
Of course, the other man had always loved showing off, loved being the centre of attention, and outside of the sanctuary of their apartment, Bucky had never been happier than when he was spinning some dame around the centre of a dance floor, all eyes on him. There were certainly eyes on him now and when his fiancé immediately did as he was bid, dropping to his knees at Steve's feet, his expression made it perfectly clear just how much he was getting off on the fact they were being watched. Still, that was something they would have to explore later, because right now, Steve had Plans with a capital P and he had no intention of performing to an audience. Still, he couldn't quite resist the smirk that settled across his features in response to the startled faces of his friends as he belatedly hit the button for their floor, the closing doors finally hiding them from view.
"You know, I'm half tempted to get you to suck me right here," he mused aloud, grinning to himself when Bucky automatically shifted his weight as if getting ready to do exactly that. Not that Steve was exaggerating, he was tempted, but the scant handful of seconds it took to get from the communal floor to their apartment wasn't really long enough to make it worth the effort.
Sure enough, the doors pinged open barely a moment later and Steve quickly stepped out, snapping his fingers just to be an ass as he glanced over his shoulder at Bucky, still kneeling where he'd been put.
"Heel," he demanded with another snap, silently thrilling when his fiancé immediately obeyed, slinking out of the elevator on his hands and knees and following him down the hall when he began walking again.
Even after all this time, Bucky's ready submission never failed to make his heart clench. Sure the other man liked to push the boundaries sometimes, liked to earn himself a punishment or two, his recent behaviour in front of their friends being a prime example, but then they both enjoyed that just as much as his obedience. Like this though, sweet and meek and eagerly willing to bend to Steve's will, no matter how depraved he chose to be... There was no feeling like it. Still, his fiancé had been behaving like a brat again and he never acted out unless he wanted something more and by this point Steve was pretty sure that his sole purpose in life was to give Bucky everything he wanted.
Making his way into their bedroom, the other man still following docilely along at his feet, Steve settled on the bed with his legs spread wide, beckoning his fiancé into the space between his feet before ruffling his hair with both hands, the same way he would a puppy.
"Good boy," he purred, huffing out a startled laugh when Bucky butted into his palms, playing up to the role far more willingly than he might have expected. "I really am gonna have to get Tony to make us that leash, huh?"
The other man nodded enthusiastically at that and Steve couldn't resist, capturing his fiancé's face between his hands and leaning in for a kiss.
"Well maybe once we've got it we can see if you're able to learn a few tricks, but I've got different plans right now," he announced, "You wanna hear 'em, Buck?"
"Yes please, Captain," Bucky finally spoke up with a shiver, his lust darkened eyes fixed on Steve's face.
"So polite," he teased, "Weren't being so respectful when you were complaining about being denied a few orgasms in front of our friends now, were you?"
At that the other man's mouth flew open before he managed to tamp down on the protest, biting his lip hard to keep from arguing back. It was actually pretty impressive and Steve knew he'd never have been able to keep quiet if someone had accused him of something so completely unfairly, but Bucky was so good. He hadn't been complaining, of course he hadn't. In fact, his only crime, if it could even be called that, was oversharing and Steve had never once told him he couldn't do that. Even after everything that had come out last night, he hadn't felt the need to tell him to keep quiet, because sure, their friends didn't need to know anywhere near that much about their sex life, but that didn't mean he cared one way or the other if they did. Besides, Bucky was clearly loving it and after half a lifetime of keeping their relationship hidden like some sort of dirty secret, he knew he would never tell him to stay quiet.
"Were you?" he repeated, partly just to be a shit, but mostly for the assurance that the other man was fully on-board with what they were doing. Not that what Steve had planned was supposed to be a punishment, not really, but it could certainly be seen that way and he had to be sure that Bucky was happy with the direction he'd decided to take things before he wandered too far down this particular path.
Sure enough, though his fiancé nearly bit through his lip in an effort to hold his tongue, he didn't protest Steve's interpretation of his behaviour. Instead he simply sucked in a deep breath before agreeing, "No, Captain, I'm sorry."
"You're sorry, huh? Well you ain't as sorry as you're gonna be," he grinned, pulling Bucky in for one last kiss, before giving him a light shove backwards. "Take off your clothes and get on the bed. Hands and knees."
"Yes, Captain," the other man agreed immediately, already tugging off his shirt before he'd even finished speaking and wasting no time stripping off the rest of his clothes.
To Steve's delight, he never once got up from the floor, struggling out of his pants and underwear whilst still on his knees, before crawling up onto the bed and settling in the middle just as he'd been told.
"Good boy," he repeated, his usual smirk softening into a smile as he let his eyes travel over the beautiful sight in front of him.
There was a part of him, as there frequently was, that was half tempted to abandon their game before it had even begun. After all, it wasn't as if it wouldn't be immensely enjoyable if Steve did nothing more than work Bucky open with his fingers and then fuck him where he knelt. The thing was, however, he knew they would both enjoy it infinitely more if he let the game play out as intended and, well, he might be able to put aside his own pleasure for a little instant gratification, but Bucky's was another matter. Steve would do damn near anything to make him feel good and he knew without a shadow of a doubt that what he had planned was going to make his fiancé feel very good indeed.
"So here are the rules," he stated evenly, stroking his hand down the other man's flank and relishing the shiver it caused, "You wanna come, you can come. Whenever you like, no need to ask for permission."
He paused for a moment just to watch Bucky's profile as he played over the words in his head, obviously looking for the catch.
"You wanna complain about me denying you, then I won't deny you a thing, baby. You can come over and over if you want to and I won't say a word. No need to hold back on my account," he let his hand slip lower, fingers teasing between Bucky's cheeks to stroke over his hole, his other hand wrapping around Bucky's cock, giving it a squeeze as he leaned in close, pouring his final words directly into his fiancé's ear, "Just don't expect me to stop."
"Oh," the other man breathed.
"What's your safeword, Buck?" Steve asked, pulling his hands away and yanking his shirt off, before reaching for his fiancé and guiding him over to lie on his back.
"Pineapple."
"Good boy," he praised, before leaning down and immediately wrapping his lips around Bucky's cock.
The move earned him a shout of pleasure mixed with shock and as he started up a harsh rhythm he found himself wondering why he didn't do this more often. Of course, he went down on Bucky fairly regularly and though he tended to favour rimming over blow jobs, he could never be accused of neglecting the other man's dick. Still, when they played, he was far more likely to use it as a tease, licking and kissing over the velvety soft skin, maybe sucking on the head for just a moment before pulling off and starting the whole process again. He knew Bucky loved it, hell Bucky loved pretty much everything Steve did to him, but it was rare for him to do this and even rarer to go straight into it without any build up. It was enough that within seconds his fiancé was writhing beneath him, fists clenched in the sheets as he visibly fought the urge to fuck up into his mouth. It was almost sweet how desperately he was trying to be good, despite the sudden influx of pleasure, but Steve knew what he wanted out of this and if there was one thing he was good at, it was going after his goals with single minded determination.
Lamenting his decision not to retrieve the lube before he started, but refusing to stop now, he made do with what he had. Wrapping his hand around Bucky's erection, he twisted his grip until he could push a finger into his own mouth alongside the thick shaft. Tonguing at it until it was wet and dripping, he pulled back a little, sucking on the tip of the other man's erection as he slipped the slick digit between his fiancé's cheeks, rubbing over his hole and pushing just hard enough to breach him.
At the additional stimulation, Bucky cried out, his whole body jolting, even as he mindlessly started begging, seeming to have forgotten the blanket permission to come whenever he liked. Not that Steve could entirely blame him, after all, they'd played with orgasm control so many times now that they'd sort of inadvertently trained him to require permission. He didn't always need it and Steve didn't expect to be asked unless he'd outright told Bucky to do so, but the pattern had been set and more often than not he knew his fiancé's pleasure was only enhanced by the verbal approval.
In fact, he actually felt a little guilty for not giving it now, but he'd set out the rules perfectly clearly and he had no intention of halting the blowjob to essentially reiterate something he'd already said. Still, he could help the other man along so, cautiously, wary of the lack of lube, Steve pushed his finger deeper, easing it just far enough inside Bucky's body that when he crooked it up...
His fiancé's hips jerked up, completely of their own accord, but Steve easily took it in his stride, pulling back a little only to suck him down just as deep all over again. Swallowing harshly, working his throat around the head, he continued to rub insistently at Bucky's prostate until the other man was nearly delirious with it, body arched beautifully beneath him and eyes squeezed tight shut.
"Ah, ah, Captain, I can't, I ca- ohh!"
Steve wasn't sure if it was simply an 'oh' of pleasure or one of realisation, but a second later, Bucky's eyes flew open, fixing on his face with an almost wondering expression.
"I- I can?" his fiancé gasped out.
Steve could do little more than hum his acknowledgement, but apparently that was enough because almost immediately his mouth was flooded with the familiar taste of Bucky's release. Humming again, this time with satisfaction as he greedily swallowed down what he'd been given, Steve continued to suck lightly until his fiancé was squirming with sensitivity, only taking pity when the other man whimpered softly. Finally pulling off, though not without one last hard suck that made Bucky cry out, he crawled back up the bed, making very little effort to keep the rough fabric of his pants away from his fiancé's tender cock.
"Something wrong?" he teased, only to immediately lean in, planting a messy kiss on the other man's slack mouth, stopping him from replying.
"No," Bucky answered anyway when Steve finally let him up for air, "'M good, Captain."
"Yeah you are," he agreed, "Such a good boy," he added, stealing one more kiss before getting to his feet and hastily stripping out of the rest of his clothing.
Belatedly grabbing the lube on the way back to the bed, he settled on his knees between Bucky's spread thighs, figuring his fiancé had had more than enough of a reprieve. Flicking open the cap, he slicked up a few fingers, then regarded the other man critically for a second. It made sense to keep Bucky on his back, both for his own convenience and the pretty picture he made, but the position did leave one thing to be desired...
"Hold your balls up for me, baby," he commanded after a second's consideration, "let me see what I'm doing."
"Yes Captain," Bucky acquiesced immediately, his right hand dropping between his legs to lift his sac out of the way.
"Mmm, much better," he grinned, immediately drizzling a little more lube directly over the other man's exposed hole, just to make him flinch at the faint chill.
Sure enough, Bucky jumped slightly, before shivering visibly, but he made no complaint, keeping himself tucked neatly out of the way as Steve finally reached out, rubbing the clear fluid into the tiny pink pucker.
"Love this little hole," he mused idly as he pushed a finger back inside, "So sweet and small, but it always takes me so good, all hot and tight for me," he grinned as the other man clenched in response, purposely squeezing his finger, only to repeat the move completely unconsciously when Steve crooked the digit upwards, pressing the pad against Bucky's prostate and making him yelp. "So sensitive too, ain't you, baby? All I'm doing is opening you up and look at what a mess you are already."
"Sorry," Bucky apologised automatically.
"Oh you're sorry, huh?" he teased, "Well you ain't as sorry as you're gonna be by the time I'm done with you."
"Yes, Captain," his fiancé agreed breathily, his hips rolling helplessly as Steve continued to tease the bundle of nerves inside him.
"Yes, Captain," he mocked, suddenly pressing much harder and making the other man keen raggedly. "You think you can come like this?" he questioned, a little rhetorically, since they both knew he could.
"Yes, Captain," Bucky repeated, the hand between his legs twitching slightly as if he were fighting the impulse to move it.
"Hmm, good to know," Steve commented, keeping his voice as casual as he could. "How about now?" he queried, pushing a second finger in beside the first and pressing up. "You gonna come for me?"
Bucky didn't quite manage to form a verbal response, but the way his hips jolted was answer enough. When a third finger joined the others, pushing and pressing as Steve's thumb curled down to rub insistently at Bucky's perineum, it was the final straw and then the other man was coming with a sob, his whole body shaking with it and his hand visibly twitching where it remained obediently curled around his own balls.
"Mmm, good boy," he praised as he pulled his fingers free, gently guiding Bucky's hand away from himself, before ducking down to press a kiss against his fiancé's parted lips.
He hadn't really intended to give the other man time to catch his breath, but at some point in the last few minutes the lube had gone walkabout. By the time he located it again, where it had rolled off of the bed and onto the floor, Bucky was looking a little bit more with it than before and that wouldn't do at all. Hastily slicking up his cock, Steve settled between his fiancé's thighs, yanking both legs up and over his shoulders before driving forward into Bucky's deliciously tight ass.
He didn't give him time to adjust, quickly starting up a hard and fast rhythm, slamming into his fiancé's body until he was whimpering on every thrust. And that was before he angled himself just right. At the first brush of his cock over Bucky's prostate the other man keened loudly, his whole body jolting so hard, Steve had to grab onto one of his knees to keep him in position. With his other hand however, he wasted no time in reaching for Bucky's cock, hard once again and pressed up tight against his abs.
"Come for me," he insisted as he began to stroke. "You want to come so bad, then come."
The other man cried out in response, something that sounded like it was supposed to be 'Please, Captain', but was too garbled to fully make sense of. Not that it mattered all that much, because a moment later he was coming again, his cock spitting fitfully over his stomach as he started to cry in earnest. If he thought that would be enough to have Steve taking pity on him, however, he had another think coming.
"Again," he demanded just a little cruelly, his hand still stroking up and down Bucky's cock as he continued to hammer his prostate from the inside.
The sound the other man made then wasn't far off a scream, but he didn't safeword, didn't even tell Steve to stop, just sobbed pitifully until he finally came again. It was dry this time and he could probably count on one hand the number of times he'd made that happen. After all, while it wasn't unusual for him to drag Bucky over the edge multiple times in an evening, it was pretty rare for Steve to force him through them so fast. Like his fiancé had proudly announced to their friends, orgasm denial was most definitely a thing with them and he usually made Bucky wait, at least a little while, loving how desperate and needy he got and how much more intense his pleasure became when Steve made him beg for it. Not that the pleasure wasn't pretty damn intense right now, if the way he was gasping and shuddering was anything to go by.
Still, perhaps the other man needed a bit of a breather and besides, Steve wanted to make the most of the results of his labour, so perhaps giving Bucky's healing factor time to kick in was a good idea. After all, even from his fairly limited experience in the area, he knew how quickly his fiancé's balls could fill again and he wanted at least one more taste before he was done for the night.
Slowing his hips, though he didn't pull out completely just yet, Steve settled into an easier rhythm, no longer aiming for the other man's prostate as he fucked him leisurely through the aftershocks of his orgasm.
"You think you got another one for me, Buck?" he queried lightly, finally releasing his fiancé's cock in exchange for a broken whimper of sound, "because I want another one and you're going to be good for me, aren't you?"
"Y-yes, Captain," Bucky choked out, his chest still heaving with exertion, though he'd stopped crying quite as hard.
"Yeah? You gonna give me one more?" he pressed, just because he could, reaching back down to flutter his fingertips over the other man's half hard, and from the sound of it, painfully sensitive dick.
"Gonna... give you... anything," his fiancé hiccupped adorably, "Every-ah! Everything."
"Such a good boy," Steve praised, half convinced his heart was about to burst out of his chest with how much he loved the man beneath him.
"For you," Bucky mumbled back, "Wann' be good. F'you."
"You are, baby," he promised, even as he carefully pulled out, ignoring the way his own body was crying out for release in favour of settling back on the bed between the other man's thighs. After all, as needy as he felt, he could live with a little orgasm denial of his own, so long as he was the one doing the denying, and he wanted this too much to distract himself with a climax. He could wait a little longer, wanted to wait, because more than he wanted to come, he wanted to give Bucky as much pleasure as he could take and right now he needed a slightly more focused method of getting him off.
Leaning in, he nuzzled the other man's cock with his nose, relishing the hitching little whimper it prompted, before working his way lower, pushing Bucky's thighs as far apart as they could go and licking over his puffy little hole. It was enough to make his fiancé moan loudly, a full body shudder rippling through him and Steve couldn't help chasing it, pushing his tongue against the loosened muscle until it slipped easily inside. At the same time, he brought his hands back into play, slipping one finger into Bucky's body alongside his tongue and aiming straight for his prostate, even as the other hand curled lightly around his cock, teasing him back to hardness despite the way his whole body twitched and shifted, obviously trying to escape the stimulation that had to be way too much by now.
There was a part of him that wasn't sure how much more the other man could take. He was crying again now, his whole body shaking with the force of his sobs, but he hadn't even told him no, let alone come close to using his safeword, and when Steve lifted his head, meaning to check on him, his fiancé's howl of frustration was so loud he half expected someone to come running to check on him.
"Shh, shh," he soothed, pointedly keeping his hands moving as he did his best to resettle himself, "I ain't done with you yet."
"Please," Bucky begged finally, "Please, please, please..."
"Can you tell me your safeword?" he interrupted gently, needing to be sure the other man was still alert enough to use it if he needed to.
At that Bucky shook his head, looking almost panicked, but when Steve gave his prostate another firm stroke it seemed to calm him a little even as he jerked sharply beneath the stimulation.
"I just need to know you still remember it," he soothed, "I'm not asking you to use it. Can you tell me?"
"Pi- pineapple," Bucky choked out and Steve rewarded him with a quick kiss and a sharp thrust of his finger that made him keen.
"I've got you," he promised as he eased back into the scene, pressing a second digit into his fiancé's ass, his other hand settling firmly at the base of his cock as he aimed it towards his mouth, wrapping his lips around it and swallowing him deep.
Whatever Bucky said next was so garbled, Steve didn't have the first idea what it was supposed to be, but it clearly wasn't his safeword and that was just about the only thing that would have given him pause. Instead, he simply kept on sucking as hard as he could and it didn't take long after that. Within moments Bucky was crying out, scrabbling at his shoulders as he spilled what little he had all over Steve's tongue.
"Mmm, good boy," he murmured as he let the other man's twitching cock slip from between his lips, crawling back up his trembling body to kiss him.
"Please," Bucky muttered into his mouth, his body jerking beneath Steve's weight as he spread his legs wider, "Captain, please, please, I- please."
"You want another one?" he asked a little incredulously, watching his fiancé's face even as he began stroking a hand up and down his side, trying to soothe his desperate writhing.
"You. Want you, please, more, please,"
"Buck, are you sure?" he started, only to be all but cut off by the other man's continued begging. "Ok, ok, shhh, baby, calm down, I'll give you what you need, always give you what you need," he promised as he caught up the lube again, slicking himself up before settling carefully between Bucky's splayed thighs.
"Yes, yes, please, yes, oh!"
"There you go," he crooned as he pushed back into his fiancé's still twitching hole, "that what you wanted?"
His only answer was a sob, but any doubts he may have had were summarily crushed by the way Bucky clutched at him, arms and legs wrapping around him like a koala and holding him shakily in place. There was something so achingly sweet about it, the way the other man unfailingly reached for him regardless of the fact that every overwhelming thing he was feeling was entirely Steve's fault, and though he did his best to keep his hips steady, he couldn't resist leaning in for a kiss. Admittedly he didn't get much in the way of a response, not that he was exactly expecting one, but he couldn't quite help the urge to slip his tongue between Bucky's slack lips, teasing him into kissing him back.
It took a good few minutes, but finally the other man's arms tightened, his body shifting beneath Steve's weight as he grew a little more responsive, his tongue tentatively stroking over Steve's. What he wasn't remotely anticipating, however, was the way Bucky began to move, his hips rocking up as he began to rut against Steve's abs, whimpering with every thrust, yet seemingly unable to keep from chasing the sensation. And Steve really hadn't intended to go for another one, all but certain his fiancé was skirting the edges of what he could reasonably handle, but he couldn't just leave him hanging.
Reaching between them, he wrapped his hand loosely around Bucky's cock, noting as he did so that the other man wasn't even fully hard. Still, it didn't stop him from arching up with a cry, fucking himself into Steve's fist even as he sobbed pitifully at the overstimulation.
"Baby," he practically purred, peppering kisses all over his fiancé's face, "Just look at you, so fucking good for me, giving me everything."
"Please," Bucky sobbed, chest heaving and fingers all but clawing at his shoulders, "I can't, I can't," he pleaded, only he never once stopped moving, his hips jerking desperately as he fucked himself on Steve's dick, thrusting his own into Steve's unmoving fist until he let out an almost deafening scream, convulsing as he came for the sixth time before abruptly breaking down completely.
"No, no, please," Bucky cried, all but choking on his own tears as he shook his head back and forth against the pillow, "no more, no more."
"Shhh, it's ok, you're ok," he crooned gently, immediately releasing the other man's cock and slipping out of him as carefully as he could. "Been so good for me, baby, I'm so proud of you."
"Please," Bucky begged again, fingers scrabbling a little desperately against Steve's chest when he pulled his fiancé's shaky body tight against his chest, "I can't-"
"It's ok, no more, I promise. We're done, baby."
"No," the other man wailed suddenly, "Want- Need- Steve..."
"What do you need?" he questioned immediately, because Bucky never needed anything that Steve didn't freely give him, prided himself on that, in fact, so to hear him ask now meant it had to be something he truly needed, something beyond what he thought Steve was able to predict.
"You. Need you, please."
"You wanna jerk me off?" he suggested, tangling their fingers together and guiding Bucky's hand down between them, curling his fiancé's trembling fingers around his length, only for Bucky to shake his head roughly.
"More," the other man insisted, "In me."
"It won't be too much?" he asked, eyes raking over his fiancé's face as he tried to read behind the desperation, wary of pushing him beyond what he could take, regardless of how much he seemed to want it.
"No. Promise." Bucky rolled onto his back, weakly trying to pull Steve with him and spreading his legs as wide as he could. "Please, Captain?"
"Yeah, yeah ok," he agreed helplessly, "Fuck, I want you so much, want to be in you so bad, you know that?"
"Yeah," his fiancé smiled dopily up at him, "Where you belong."
Reaching for the lube, Steve added a little more slick to his cock, wanting to make this as easy for the other man as possible, before settling between Bucky's legs and carefully pressing his dick deep inside his fiancé's loose, but clearly incredibly sensitive body.
"Too much?" he asked again, stilling immediately at the sound of a low whimper.
"No. Good, s'good. Don't stop. Want it."
"Fuck, baby, if you could see yourself right now. So sweet and soft, you can feel everything, can't you? And yet you still want more, still want my cum, is that it?"
"Yeah, yes. Come," Bucky panted, looking as though he were trying not to shake apart completely as Steve cautiously started to fuck into him, slow and steady.
"Think we might have to try something a little different next time," he mused aloud, ducking down to kiss the tip of the other man's nose, "Gonna fuck you over and over, gonna come in you until there's so much you can't keep it inside you, but you," he thrust a bit harder, earning himself a soft cry, Bucky's fingers digging into his back as he clung to him a little desperately, "you won't get to come at all. Not until I'm finished with you, although I guess maybe I'd let you come after that, if you're very good for me."
"I'll be good," his fiancé promised immediately, "I'll be so good for you, Captain."
"Mmm, is that so?"
"Yes," the other man nodded jerkily, only to choke on a breath when Steve started fucking him harder, struggling now to maintain the slow pace after having held himself back for so long.
"Well in that case, I guess I could let you rub off on me. Ride my thigh until you come, maybe? Or rut against my abs?"
"Anything, Captain, I don't- aah!" Bucky cut himself off with a sob as Steve shifted over him, inadvertently rubbing his cock against his oversensitive prostate.
"Don't what, baby?" He readjusted himself, fucking the other man in long steady strokes, but doing his best not to stimulate him any more than necessary.
"Don't need to come. Not at all. Not- oh- not if you don't want me to."
"Is that right? You'd let me fuck you full of my cum and then just go to sleep, still hard and aching?"
"For you," Bucky promised muzzily, "Do anything for you."
And that was all it took. With a low growl, Steve came, pumping his release as deep into his fiancé's perfect body as he could and feeling just a little overwhelmed himself when the other man positively beamed up at him, his face breaking into a smile so radiant that he almost seemed to be glowing with it.
"Thank you," Bucky whispered, even as his body went completely limp, finally pushed to its limit.
"No, baby, thank you," he vowed, kissing him softly as he pulled out as carefully as he knew how.
"Stay f'r a bi'," Bucky slurred at him, fingers twitching in his direction, though he didn't seem to have the strength to actually reach for him.
"Of course," he promised, figuring that by this point there wasn't all that much to be gained from a damp washcloth anyway. He may as well just hold his sticky fiancé for as long as he needed it, until he had enough wits about him for Steve to get him into a bath.
"Luv-oo," Bucky added, nuzzling weakly against his chest as he wrapped him up in a gentle embrace, pulling the sheets over them both, lest the other man get cold.
"Love you too," he kissed the top of his fiancé's head, wondering for what had to be the millionth time how he'd ever managed to get so lucky, "I love you too, baby."