Bucky can’t tell if it’s disappointment or relief that floods his insides when Steve tells him to let go. He’d needed it, was squirming inside and out. But…part of him didn’t want to be allowed the release. He wanted to be denied and forced to make a mess of himself. Not that he was planning on telling Steve that anytime soon. Because, Steve was already sacrificing so much to make Bucky comfortable. Was already doing something Bucky wasn’t sure Steve was entirely comfortable with, for Bucky.
“You’re a good boy, Buck. Make me so happy.” Steve pressed soft kiss after soft kiss to Bucky’s forehead, making the smaller of the two squirm.
He was hard from the pleasure of releasing after holding for so long. Bucky whined softly in Steve’s ear, “Daddy…’M hard,”
Steve cradled the base of Bucky’s skull in his large hand. “You’re gonna take what I give you, though. Nothing more and nothing less, alright?”
Pleasure zipped through Bucky. Part of him wanted to acquiesce and take it like Steve wanted. But the other part of him wanted to be a brat, whine some more, maybe get a good, hard spanking from Steve.
“Daddy,” he sniffled. “Wanna come, please.”
“Buck,” Steve growled possessively, “what are you playing at here? You looking to get put in your place?”
Arousal overwhelmed Bucky’s insides, making his eyes roll back in his head out of pure love for Steve. He never thought he’d find someone like Steve, someone so perfect for him, someone he loved so much.
“Don’t make me ask again, Princess. Are you looking to get out in your place?”
Bucky rutted against Steve, “yes, Daddy! Yes!”
“Say it,”
And oh, that was a new kind of humiliation. Admitting to something like that. “I-I wanna get put in my place, Daddy. Please.”
It’s not like Steve doesn’t know what Bucky wants, because he does. He so does. It’s that Steve wants to see Bucky’s face flush a deep red, it’s that he wants to watch as Bucky squirms and succumbs to allowing Steve to dominate him. And that is what makes it so hot.
“Go to our room. Pick out something from the top shelf in the closet. When I get there I want to see you on your knees, at the end of the bed. Go.”
Bucky exits the bathroom, and hurries to their bedroom. He’s tossing his clothes into the hamper when he hears the tell tale footsteps of his lover. He loves it when Steve gives him impossible tasks. He can’t possibly do everything when Steve is right behind him, almost to the bedroom himself.
Bucky reaches to the top shelf, cursing his height and jumping to pick the paddle. It’s a bright red leather thing that makes him shiver thinking about Steve turning his ass that same shade.
“I gave you a very simple task, no?” Steve’s cool, collected voice sounds from the doorway, where he’s leaning against the threshold, looking Daddy as ever. His stuffy work clothes only add to it, his sleeves rolled up his delicious forearms and button down unbuttoned enough to reveal the beginnings of his perfectly hairy chest, enough to make Bucky salivate, but not nearly enough to satisfy Bucky.
“Yes, Daddy, you did.” Bucky says ashamedly.
Steve hums, and walks closer to Buck. “And yet, you could not complete it. Why is that?”
Bucky swallows, his cheeks heating up. “B-because, Daddy. I-um,”
“Is it because you get a little dumb when I’ve gone and turned you on? Is that it, little puppy?”
A zing of desire courses through Bucky’s being. “Yes, yes, Daddy.”
“Say it, then.”
“‘S cause I’m a dumb little puppy when you turn me on, Daddy.”
“Yeah you are, baby,” Steve grabs Bucky’s face with his thumb and forefinger. “But you know I like it, hm?”
Bucky nods slowly, loving the feeling of Steve’s hand resisting his movement.
“Daddy,”
“What is it, pup?”
Bucky blushed when he said, “kiss, please.”
“Mmm, can’t resist you when you get like this.” Steve pressed their lips together, hard. It was a bruising kiss, that had Bucky whimpering into his Daddy’s mouth.
“Please, Daddy, mmm, put me in my place.” He begged, watching Steve’s eyes darken and seeing the malicious looking grin on his face.
“Oh, baby, I’d love nothing more.” Steve grabbed the very paddle that Bucky was attempting to reach earlier and sat on the bench at the end of their bed. “Over my lap, boy.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“What a delicious ass,” Steve playfully slapped Bucky’s ass, massaging it in his big hands, chuckling as Bucky whined.
Bucky arched his back and pushed his ass back into Steve. The response he got was a harsh slap. “Uh-uh, you’re gonna be a still, good little boy.”
“Yes, Daddy. Sorry, Daddy.”
Steve picked up the paddle, leading a few taps on the round flesh of Bucky’s ass.
“Mmmmm,”
A harsh hit later had Bucky falling limp on Steve’s lap. He loved spankings, lived for them even. Loved it especially when Steve pushed him almost to his limit, angling on too much, when Bucky contemplated wording out, and then Steve would stop. He knew exactly when just enough turned into too far. And he always helped Bucky come back up so slowly. Coaxing a sweet orgasm out of him, kissing away his tears, and staying awake until Bucky came back to.
“How many do you think you deserve, baby?”
Bucky loved when Steve asked him this. “As many as you want to give me, Daddy.”
“That’s it, honey. Cause you’re just my little whore, hm? I can just spank you ‘till you’re mush, huh? I can do whatever I want to you. My little slut just wants me to touch him, in any way. Yeah?” Bucky nodded against his Daddy’s thigh. “You want me to touch you? Beg, beg for it.”
“Please,” Bucky cried out. “Touch me, Daddy, please. ‘m just your whore, touch me, please. Please, Da—OH!” Steve surprised him with a powerful slap against the meet of his ass, making Bucky groan loudly and start sucking at Steve’s thighs, biting at the flesh lightly.
“That’s it, puppy, just slobber all over Daddy like w fucking bitch in heat.” Steve grinned manically and continued. “We’re gonna start now, honey. I’ll stop when I feel you’ve had enough or if you need to colour out. Tell me your colour, babe.”
“Greeeeeen…” Bucky slurred. “‘M green, Daddy.”
Steve chuckled at that. “Okay,”
Bringing the paddle down, sharp and quick, Steve leaned down to Bucky’s ear. “This fuckin’ ass, baby, goddamn.”
Again, Steve hit him. Again, again, and again. He watched the skin blossom to a bright pink and couldn’t help but lean down and lick it. It was warm under his tongue, and a shrill noise left Bucky’s throat when he nipped softly.
He kept up with the paddling, alternating his pressure but being sure to not keep up a pattern. Better to keep Bucky on his toes.
“Ah! Oh, fuck, Daddy!” Bucky’s hands gripped the bench.
“You like it, baby? You like the pain?”
“Mhmm, mhmm, yes!”
Steve grinned. “Know you do, you little slut.”
After one last hit with the paddle, Steve set it aside.
Of course, despite his earlier statements, Steve couldn’t help but give Bucky more than he’d originally planned for, when this whole scene started. The plan was, for Bucky to hold his piss, let go, and then they’d eat something for dinner. But now it was six o’clock and he couldn’t help but want to ravish Buck and save dinner for later. “Up on the bed, honey. On your back, spread your legs.”
Bucky scrambled to comply, hissing when their duvet pressed against his burning ass. When he was settled, Steve crawled up to his head.
“Whaddya think, baby? Should I let you come tonight?” He spoke so sweetly, like he would be so happy to take Bucky’s orgasm from him…which, okay, he would be.
“Daddy,” he whined.
Steve just raised an eyebrow. “Believe I asked you a question, little boy.”
This was a trick, he knew. Steve wanted him to beg to come, wanted him realise that was the wrong answer. But, he knew what to say, and just the thought of the words sent shivers up and down his body.
“Whatever you want, Daddy, you decide if I come,”
He preened at Steve’s pleased smile. “Mmm. And why’s that, baby? Who does Daddy decide?”
“B’cause ‘m yours, Daddy. My cock belongs to you,” he promised.
“That’s fucking right, baby. And don’t you forget it.” Steve punctuated the end of his statement when a sharp squeeze to Bucky’s cock, which had him squealing. When had Steve put his hand on Bucky’s cock?
“Fuuu…” Bucky’s legs kicked up. “C’you, please, please fuck me!”
Steve’s expression hardened. And Bucky knew he fucked up, but he just loved this side of Steve so much.
“Just for that, I don’t think you’ll be coming at all tonight.”
“No! No, no, no, no!” Bucky wailed, throwing his head back.
Steve gripped Bucky’s chin between his forefinger and thumb. “Baby, who decides if you get to come?”
Bucky sniffled. “You, Daddy,”
“That’s right. And when Daddy makes a decision, are you in any place,” he growled, “to argue?”
Bucky shook his head vigorously. “No, Daddy, ‘m not! I’m sorry, Daddy, please!”
Steve reached his hand down to Bucky’s cock, slapped it lightly.
“Oh!”
He slapped it again, harsher this time.
“Ow, shit!”
“I want you to shut up and take it, slut, you deserve this. Be quiet.” Steve hit his balls this time, and Bucky bit down on his arm to not scream out.
Finally, after seven more hits, Steve finally finished. He leant down and took Bucky’s sore cock in his mouth.
Bucky howled out, using all the strength in him to not thrust into Steve’s mouth.
“Good boy,” Steve said once he pulled off. “Took your punishment so well, such a good fucking boy. You want Daddy to fuck you now? Want your little hole filled up?”
Bucky nodded, still out of breath. “Yeah, yeah, please, shit.”
Steve reached for the lube and slicked up two fingers, sliding them in immediately.
“Ohhhh, yeah,” he loved when Steve got like this, not being able to spend much time on prep, needing to fuck Bucky hard and fast. Of course, the nights when Steve took him apart slowly and put him back together gently were beautiful too.
Steve fingered him quickly, stretching him and paying little to no attention to his prostate. He was benevolent in that way, not stimulating Bucky too much when he wasn’t going to be allowed to come.
“Want my cock in you? You ready, honey? Wanna get me off?” Steve grunted in his ear.
Bucky whimpered, understanding that he really wasn’t getting to come tonight, “yes, Daddy, wanna get you off,”
“Good boy,” as Steve slid in, Bucky’s red hot cock leaked against his abdomen. “God, you’re so fuckin’ pretty, Buck. Wanna fuck you all the time. Needa take a picture of you like this, frame it, put it all over the house,” Steve babbled, licking up the side of Bucky’s face.
Bucky caught Steve’s tongue in his mouth, kissing him silly. They moaned and grunted into each other’s mouths, drinking in the sounds they were making.
“God, baby, you got me so worked up today, gonna come so soon.” He shifted positions, nailing Bucky’s prostate head on.
“Oh! Oh! Oh, yeah Daddy,” Bucky’s eyes rolled, his chanting falling into one long moan.
“You like that? Yeah? You gonna come?”
“No, no Daddy! Won’t come!”
Steve grunted. “Ugh! You’re such, a, good, fucking, boy,” he said, punctuating his words with sharp thrusts.
Steve spilled all very suddenly into Bucky, his thrusts stuttering. “Shit, shit,”
“Daddy, oh my god, ‘m gonna come! Please stop, please, please,” Bucky writhed under Steve’s weight. “Fuck, fuck, ohhh!”
Finally, finally, Steve pulled out, kissing Bucky roughly all the while. “How’d’you feel, Buck?”
Bucky blubbered, his hips still jumping the air. His cock was so red, twitching pitifully every few moments.
“I know, baby, you’re so good,” Steve kissed him sweetly.
“C’you, just hold me?” Bucky murmured. “‘M so sensitive.”
“I know, honey. You wanna shower?”
A soft shake of Bucky’s head registered against Steve’s chest.
“You did so well, my baby, such a good boy.”
Bucky preened. “Did good?”
“Mhm, so good. The best.” He kissed Bucky’s neck. Licking at the marks he’d previously left. “I love you so much, Buck.”
“Love you,” Bucky whispered.
Bucky dreamt of coming.