Big

Steve doesn't get what he wants that first night, but a little less than a week later, they try again.

Bucky is three fingers in, as deep as he can get them. Steve made him promise not to let him cum without at least trying, and Buck agreed under the condition that Steve lets him edge and toy even if he gets embarrassed.

Bucky curls his fingers when he drags them out, stretching. Steve whines out something pathetic, one hand holding his ass to keep himself open and the other holding a pillow to his face trying to smother himself.

"You okay, baby?" Bucky teases. Steve wants to turn around and smack him. He also wants to cum.

"Fine," He says instead, squeaky.

"You're doing so good, darlin," Bucky coos. His fingers slide out until just the very tips are left in, rubbing against his rim and pushing in, out, in, out, working him open the littlest bit at a time. Steve rocks back a little onto his hand, and Bucky rewards him almost immediately, sinking in all the way and crooking, pulling, until they brush past his spot. "My Stevie, you're so wet for me."

He is, he's so wet with lube and loose and relaxed he feels like he could start dripping. Sticky smooth slickness coats the inside of his thighs, his dick, his hole. He feels like a soft, hot mess. Bucky isn't helping either, letting his mouth tease too close to where his fingers slide in and out after leaving a trail of bites and kisses up his thigh, his ass. Steve whimpers, reaching back to shove a hand between his thighs only for Bucky to leave a bright red slap on the cleft where he's sensitive.

"All mine, right doll?" Bucky says, half a reminder and half an order to degrade himself. Steve falls into it willingly, head over heels.

"All yours, Buck," Steve repeats, breathless. "Belong to you. Your boy."

Bucky hums, sits back on his heels. There's some shuffling, but then the fingers press firm against his prostate and Steve is choking on moans. Bucky rubs the thumb of the hand fingering him down, over his taint, just barely able to brush the base of Steve's balls where they're drawn up tight. More shuffling, and when Steve manages to look over his shoulder he moans a little at the sight.

Bucky has his sweats pulled down his hips, cock heavy and glistening with leftover lube as he jerked himself off. Heat shoots through his stomach, pure want. Wants to feel it. Wants to put his mouth on it. Wants it inside him.

"Please, Buck," Steve begs. Embarrassment is second to the foggy need coursing through him. He lets his legs slip open a bit more, arches his back, buries his face in the pillow again. Bucky groans at the sight. Muffled, he keeps begging, "Please. Want it so bad, please?"

Bucky isn't the strongest man on earth, but he has to be damn near close given how much willpower he's exerting to stop himself from just fucking the whole of himself into Steve all at once. Instead, he slips his fingers out and wets his lips, letting the spit gather in his mouth before he dribbles over Steve's entrance. The noise Steve makes is lewd, desperate. Bucky scoots forward on his knees and lets his dick rest overtop, rocking back and forth.

"You're such an ass," Steve hisses, but there's no malice behind it. He's still pressing back against Bucky, letting the head catch and press against his rim before slipping away. "Bucky. You fucking- tease."

"You're so cute," Bucky murmurs. He's smiling something toothy, canines poking out. He leans back a little, just enough to slot his dick between Steve's thighs instead, up against his stomach. "You sure you can take me, baby?"

"Come on, Bucky," Steve whines.

"Look," He says. When Steve doesn't move fast enough, Bucky smacks his upper thigh. "Look. Look at how far I'm gonna be in you."

Steve looks, and his eyes almost roll back. Exaggerated or not, Bucky is fucking huge compared to him, hot against his belly. He might actually die.

"Watch." Bucky pulls his hips back, still holding himself up between Steve's legs, and thrusts forward. The head of his dick slides against the soft skin, wetting it. Bucky does it again, mock-fucking him, and again one more time before finally, finally lining up.

The head slips over his entrance, hot and firm. Bucky readjusts, pulling Steve with a hand under his knee before lining up again. This time, it catches, pressing slick against him. Bucky pushes forward, watching Steve's body resist, hearing his breathing shake and stutter. Pushes harder and watches the head pop past his rim.

"Oh!" Steve gasps, pulling away, but Bucky hold him tight at the waist and doesn't let him move. Just sits there with the head in, rocking back and forth minutely.

Even with all that prep, he's tight and hot beyond compare. Bucky presses forward again, watches himself disappear into Steve a centimeter at a time, and curses.

"Fuck-" Bucky hisses. Pulls out a little, hears Steve cry out, and pushed back in again. "Perfect, darlin'. Practically sucking me in."

"Hurts," Steve says, high and strained. When Bucky slides more in, he reaches back frantically for a hand to hold, something to ground him, but ends up being guided to his own ass, feeling where his rim stretches to accommodate the girth. Bucky traps his wrist there, holding him open even wider. He whines out something awful, voice watery when he says, "Bucky."

"You're so good, doll. Such a good boy," Bucky says. His voice is smooth and predatory, ready to take everything Steve can give. "Just a bit more."

Steve thinks he has to be lying. 'A bit more' turns into strong fingers digging into his hips, pulling him back onto his cock like it's nothing when in reality, he's being split in two. It's like nothing he's ever felt, a thousand times more than the fingers Bucky gets him off with. Bucky shifts on his knees, leaning over to kiss at Steve's shoulder, and- and, oh-

"-oh, oh," Steve gasps as his dick slides against his prostate. Arousal shoots hot all the way to the tips of his fingers. "Oh!"

"There it is," Bucky murmurs, lips brushing his skin as he smiles.

"Again," Steve says, breath sharp. "Please, again?"

Bucky's kind enough to indulge. Moves his hips the same way for a minute, listens to Steve moan into the sheets like he can't help himself. Steve can barely fucking think with all the stimulation. He's leaking against his stomach, twitching, somehow still burning with every shift, blinking back wetness.

When Bucky finally leans back again, it's to manhandle his hips around for better access, and Steve just lays there and takes it. Looks back over his shoulder to see Bucky's sweaty smirk, his pretty eyes catching his and winking like the bastard he is.

"I can almost fit the whole thing in ya," Bucky says, emphasis on almost. "What a sight."

"There's more?" He whimpers.

Bucky laughs a little at that. The next moment, he's pulling Steve's hips up and sliding another inch into his guts.

"Fuck-" Steve gasps. Bucky stills, and Steve nearly breaks right there. "More, Buck, please. I want all of you."

"Yeah?" Bucky says. He pulls out about halfway before thrusting back in, right against that sweet spot.

"Fuck!" He does it again, then again, and then with one more long steady thrust, Bucky's hips press against Steve's ass.

"Jesus, Stevie," Bucky breathes. He spits again and runs his thumb over where they're joined, soothing. Steve lets out a sound akin to a sob. "Tight as one'a heavens whores."

"Don't move," Steve says, air rushing past his teeth.

"Relax, love," Bucky says, soft. "I won't move. Gosh, you're tight, ya gotta relax baby."

Bucks voice is low and rich and soothing. Steve focuses on the smooth buzz and not the ache between his legs.

Part of him wants Bucky to force it anyway; Imagines him sawing in and out with no care to how much Steve screams and cries, to breed him. The thought alone keeps him hard while Bucky gropes him.

"Relax, Stevie," He coaxes, "Deep breath."

Steve takes a breath. Nothing happens. He's frustrated and horny and he just barely gets his mouth open to say so when a hand slips over the back of his neck, soothing.

"Again, darling," Buck murmurs. He squeezes his hand oh-so-gently over Steve's nape. A warm fuzz settles over his body. "Deep breath."

Steve listens. He leans his head into Bucky's hand and breathes, nice and slow. Bucky squeezes again, putting just a little weight on him to pin him to the bed. Arousal shoots through his belly when he shifts, enough to push a little airy noise out of his mouth.

"Good boy," Bucky says. It's slow and deep and washes over him. When he shifts again, grinding back onto Buck just the littlest bit, it feels a little bit better.

"Good, Buck," Steve whispers. He's so hard, and feels so vulnerable, it's embarrassing. "Move."

"Not yet, Stevie," Bucky says. He rubs his thumb behind Steve's ear. "Touch yourself for me."

Steve's hand is moving before he can even think not to. The second his hand wraps around his dick, a little moan punches out of him, soft and choked to quiet.

"That's it," Bucky praises. He rocks his hips forward minutely, grinding into him enough to force the stretch. Steve gasps a little and moves his fist over himself faster. "So stubborn. Makes me think you want me to break you."

"Buck," Steve moans, heatedly. In a heartbeat his mind is full of images of being ruined. Pinned down and fucked, rawed like he's nothing. Being hit for fighting back. Slapped around until he just takes it like a good bitch. His hand moves faster, faster.

"That's my boy," Bucky coos. He pulls out a few inches, and Steve whimpers something awful. He pushes back in a little harder than expected, hard enough to make Steve gasp and bite the pillow, thumbing his leaking slit. "Oh, sweetheart-"

Bucky pulls out again, and thrusts back in. Still slow, still powerful. It feels like his insides are being rearranged, and it hurts, but he can't manage to stop it. Buck does it again, harder, and groans at the resistance. Harder, and again, slowly, until he's built up a ruinous rhythm.

"Bucky-" Steve moans, high and embarrassed and desperate. It's too much, it's way too much and he knows he can't take it but he won't tell him to stop. "Fuck, b- Bucky, oh-"

"C'mon darling," Bucky murmurs. His hips snap forward now, driving him into the bed one slow thrust at a time. "You feel- oh shit, sweetheart- you feel so good."

Steve's knees slip on the sheets, but Bucky doesn't stop. Just props himself up, hand still on the back of Steve's neck, and thrusts down into him over and over. Steve lets out a whine he can't choke down at the new angle, and then a gasping moan as Bucky carves a spot for himself inside him that wrecks his prostate.

"That's it, that's my Stevie," Bucky says. There's tears in his eyes when Steve nods.

"Yours, Buck," Steve chokes out. His voice is wet and cracking, half buried in the pillows beneath him. "Always yours- oh!"

Bucky gets a good hold on his hair and pulls up, so Steve is arching for him just enough to keep his face out of the pillow. It's stinging and tight and the angle means he's grinding against his prostate every thrust, and Steve can't take it.

"I can't-" He starts, but Bucky speeds up. An obscene slapping noise fills the room and the tears in his eyes threaten to spill when Steve realizes he can feel Bucky's dick in his fucking stomach, pushing him closer and closer to orgasm. The noises coming out of his mouth are whiny and wet and pathetic.

"Say it again, baby," Bucky orders. The hand not holding Steve's face up reaches down to his thighs and hikes one up, spreading him even more open on his cock. "You're my boy. All mine."

"I'm yours, Buck, please-" Steve begs. He can't go back to touching himself because he's holding onto the sheets for dear life, but he's so hard he's dripping against his own stomach. "Please, I can't Buck, it's too much, oh god, oh god."

"My boy to fuck," Buck says, nearly a growl against his ear with how low and raspy he's speaking. "My boy to own. Wish I could take you like this every day, Stevie. Make you scream for the neighbors to hear."

"Bucky, please!"

"Just like that," He says. The hand on his thigh squeezes tight. "Fuck, Stevie. Gonna come."

Steve nearly sobs at that. He feels ashamed. He feels used, like a sleeve. He wants to cry. He's so unbelievably fucking turned on, he just might pass out.

Bucky throws him around like he's nothing and holds him there, face smothered in the pillow and ass up. Steve can't even try to move, not when Bucky starts fucking into him steady and fast, pulling his hips back like he has handles to make each thrust harder. When he reaches over and tugs Steve's hand to his own dick, Steve obeys instantly.

A few seconds later, Bucky is cursing sharp and loud under his breath and slamming forward. A second after that, Steve realizes he can feel Bucky spilling into him, boiling hot and sticky, and he whimpers out a pathetic fucking noise and it's over. His eyes white out, rocking back, and he spills so hard over his own hand he feels it hit his chin. It keeps coming for a while, until Steve is forced to stop jerking himself through it because the oversensitivity rockets through his whole lower half.

Bucky slides a hand to the back of his neck and pulls out an inch at a time. When the head slips out with a wet noise, Bucky's fingers are immediately there, pushing inside.

"Mm?" Steve whines. The fingers slip out, then push inside again.

"Can't let any fall out yet," Bucky says. He pushes the come as deep as he can, rubbing into Steve's sensitive walls and bumping his prostate until he thinks he might actually be crying this time, mind floating off as his hips grind back into Bucky's hand.

He comes one more time like that, with Bucky rubbing his spot until he's shaking and pushing his hand away. There's tears and snot wetting his face, the pillow, everything. Bucky kisses him anyway, sweet and hot like it always is.

After a minute (or an hour, Steve can't tell), Bucky steps out and comes back to clean him up. Steve feels like his head is off his shoulders, twitching as he's wiped clean. When Bucky goes to leave again, Steve grabs his wrist and tugs him into bed.

Bucky kisses his head, smiles against him, and goes willingly.