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Back at the RV, Bucky immediately slipped his heels off with a sigh of relief. Steve was kind of sad to see them come off. He loved the way they made Bucky's legs look.
Punk was jumping all over him, barking with excitement. Bucky sat down at the booth, setting the bottle and clutch down on the table. He looked down at the delighted animal with another sigh before he bent down and grabbed him, setting him down on the table.
Steve smiled as he watched them interact with each other, Bucky cooing softly into his ear and Punk doing his level best to lick Bucky’s entire face.
“I could kill for a hot bath,” he groaned after he calmed Punk down enough.
Steve perked up, remembering the hot tub that was reserved for RV guests.
“They have a hot tub here,” he reminded him helpfully.
Bucky’s eyes snapped to Steve’s face. “Steve, you're a genius. Let’s get married.”
Steve blushed heavily as he chuckled a little.
Bucky quickly undressed, making Steve’s chest seize as he saw the black string thong that Bucky had been wearing under the dress he took off, its waistband strings pulled up past his hip, hiding expertly. Despite being engaged(!) now, Steve still choked when Bucky pulled the thong off, too.
He kneeled on the floor by the bed, his back to Steve, his naked ass on display as he rummaged around for something under the bed. He exclaimed triumphantly when he withdrew it, but Steve was too distracted to see what it was.
It was only when Bucky stepped into some pink panty-skirt wrap combo thing that Steve managed to drag his gaze from Bucky’s ass. He was pulling something in the same color around his torso, tying it in the front. It was strapless on the right side, covering his pectoral only. It had a cute little bow in the middle and reached up to cover his left shoulder and arm completely, flaring out dramatically around his wrist and hand, which he covered with a glove in the same shade of pink for good measure.
“What do you think?” Bucky asked as he hid his right hand behind his head, laying his other hand on his hip that he cocked, striking a pose while pursing his lips. He was even wearing pink sandals.
He looked utterly adorable to Steve, who still couldn’t really believe that he had proposed to Bucky and that they were going to get married with a capital M.
“I love you,” he blurted out stupidly, and then ducked his head. Bucky laughed at him as he tossed him something, launching it across the RV to where Steve was standing, leaning on the back of the passenger’s seat. He caught it and then raised his eyebrow, his face warming again.
It was a pair of what Natasha had once called booty shorts made out of swimsuit material. They were light blue with pink flamingos, and had a drawstring.
Bucky raised his own eyebrow, and Steve shook his head and then unbuttoned his suit jacket, giving in. While Steve undressed, Bucky let his hair down from his bun and slipped on a wide brim pink hat and put on his pink Gucci sunglasses, even though it was night, and they complimented his outfit perfectly. He’d probably chosen the swimsuit and hat to match his glasses. He was a wiz at accessorizing.
Bucky slid up to him after Steve was done changing, and somehow, Steve felt more naked than he did when he was actually naked, as tight as the shorts were. Bucky let out a low whistle and leered at Steve. “Damn Daddy, that burrito come with salsa?”
Steve spluttered, laughing. “Bucky!”
Bucky licked his lips at him, raising his eyebrows lasciviously.
“Jesus Christ,” Steve groaned, hooking his arm around Bucky’s neck and pulling him in for a kiss that turned absolutely filthy.
Bucky pulled back after a moment, gasping, a thrill going through Steve at his reaction.
“Mind if I drink some spiked wine?” Bucky murmured.
Steve shrugged. “Mind if I fuck you while you're drunk?” He probably wouldn’t, but wanted to get Bucky’s consent if Bucky jumped him or something.
Bucky’s eyes popped wide for a second before he collected himself. “Be my fucking guest… Daddy.” He gave Steve an absolutely wicked smile then, sending his heart into overdrive. Fucking Christ.
Bucky grabbed the bottle of wine and then poured a few drops of mead into it, a few more than he should. “I'm engaged, I deserve to get drunk,” he explained to Steve unnecessarily. Steve wasn’t bothered by his penchant for alcoholism, since Bucky now had the serum and wouldn’t suffer ill health consequences from it.
It looked like other people were bothered by it, though, as they walked past the occupied pool to get to the hot tub, which was empty. The people shot them looks as Bucky stumbled slightly as he stepped out of his sandals when they reached the edge of the tub, glancing at the bottle in his hand that he set down, along with his phone.
The noise Bucky made when he sank down into the water was downright pornographic, and everything else fled from Steve’s mind, narrowing to Bucky. His fiancé.
“Stevie, the water’s orgasmic,” he stated, his voice higher than usual. “Come join me. Please, Daddy.”
Steve hastily stepped out of the sandals Bucky had provided him, almost tripping in his eagerness. The water was hot, and it soaked into his muscles, and he let out a moan, too.
“Told you so.”
Bucky became progressively sillier as they relaxed. “Two bros chilling’ in the hot tub. Five feet apart ‘cause they’re not gay.”
Steve chuckled, even as he shot Bucky a semi-bewildered look. “But Buck, we are gay. Or did you forget about the proposal I gave you an hour ago?” He gestured to the ring that Bucky had been admiring. “And we’re sitting much closer than five feet.” Bucky was right beside him, their shoulders brushing.
Bucky didn’t seem like he cared, rolling his eyes and giggling. “Nah, we’re just a coupla dudes being guys. Coupla guys being dudes. Coupla dudes being gay. Show me your dick, Steve.” Now Bucky seemed like he was quoting something, and Steve quickly glanced around to see if anyone heard them.
“Aw, jeez, Buck.”
Bucky grinned at Steve. “And they were roommates!” he said suddenly, before lowering his voice. “Oh my god, they were roommates.”
He giggled again, and Steve was hopelessly in love with him.
“Mmm, we should go out tomorrow,” Bucky slurred as he rested his head on Steve’s shoulder. “Car shopping. No wait, shoe shopping. Rubyslipper shopping. ‘Cause you mentioned Wizard of Oz. I wanna get some ruby slippers and wear a really short blue dress with a white blouse and no underwear and be real slicked up so you can just slide right on home. I’ll wrap my legs around your waist as you fuck me in those shoes. I could even get a basket to put Punk in, so you won't be able to get my little dog, too.” Bucky laughed freely, turning around and reaching for his phone.
He braced his elbows on the edge as he woke up his phone, navigating to the twitter app.
Steve was too stunned by the imagined sight of Bucky in a Dorothy dress and ruby slippers to stop him from posting the tweet until it was too late.
“Friend of Dorothy™ chiming in to politely mention that I wanna be fucking RAILED by Daddy in a blue gingham dress and a pair of ruby slippers!!!! *emojis of two red shoes* hurt me with that”
There was a horse and an eggplant next to it right after the words, then a separate line of about fifteen or twenty emojis that definitely had a dirty tone, although Steve wasn’t sure what the horse and eggplant had to do with anything. Perhaps it was a typo?
He was afraid to ask. He felt hot all over, and it wasn’t due to the water.
He was mildly concerned that Bucky thought Steve was going to hurt him, which he would never do, and he turned around to reassure him of that, only to fall silent at the dark, heated look Bucky was sending him.
Steve gulped around the sudden lump in his throat, and a slow, languid smile stretched across Bucky’s face. He moved closer to Steve, looking up at him coyly, coquettish. Steve’s heart started to pound in his chest.
“I bet my daddy would buy me a car if I asked.” He ran his hand over Steve’s muscles, downward. “A nice, big, shiny, pink…” he grabbed Steve’s cock. “Car,” he finished, smiling cutely. Steve was going to have a stroke. “I wanna take a ride in my daddy’s car.”
He said it like he meant on my daddy’s cock, and forget a stroke, Steve was going to have an honest-to-god aneurysm and split right into two.
“Stevie,” Bucky whined out, straddling Steve’s hips, and Steve leaned back to accommodate him, sitting down on the bench under the water. “Daddy, please. Can I have a car? Is my daddy willing to buy his little baby a car?” Bucky was grinding down on Steve now, and his brain was leaking out of his ears as he gaped up at Bucky. He nodded dumbly.
“Great!” he said brightly, and then before Steve could catch up, Bucky hopped out of the tub, grabbing his phone and wine bottle before slipping into his sandals and stumbling away.
Steve sat there, his mind reeling, until he heard Bucky call out, “Daddy? Are you going to come?”
Lord have mercy.
Steve scrambled to hop out, and he grabbed his shoes as he hoisted himself up, not even bothering to put them on. He used them to shield his very noticeable erection from the people in the pool, his face flaming as he fled.
Cue the aneurysm when Steve got back to the RV, Bucky having beaten him in a race Steve was all too happy to lose. Bucky was lying on the bed, his swimsuit, sunglasses, glove, shoes, and hat all removed. He was face down and had three fingers in his asshole. His engagement ring sparkled in the low lighting of the battery powered string lights as he moved his hand, drawing Steve’s eye.
“Daddy,” he whined, making Steve flush hot then cold then hot again. He dropped his sandals where he stood and almost tore the swim trunks off his body.
The next moment, he was on Bucky, shoving his own finger in beside Bucky’s. To his surprise, he was slick, and then he saw a bottle of lube lying next to Bucky on the bed. He must have bought it from the sex shop he had visited earlier that day. Steve’s face flushed at the memory. Would he ever stop blushing?
Bucky made a strangled whine as Steve shoved another finger into him, his other hand holding Bucky’s wrist, making him keep his own fingers inside himself.
Steve figured that five fingers were enough, even if three of them couldn’t get very deep, and let Bucky go, jerking his own fingers out roughly past Bucky’s rim so he’d cry out.
Steve grabbed the lube, but then decided against it at the last second. He’d done this before and Bucky was less prepared, stretched by three fingers and no lube. He positioned his cock at Bucky’s hole, taking a deep breath before he pushed his way inside. It was so much tighter than he remembered it being. He should have stretched Bucky longer.
Bucky choked, his fingers digging into the blanket, the diamond sparkling. His face was mashed into the pillow, rapturous with pleasure as he bit it, his jaw clamped tight. Encouraged by the reaction, Steve thrust forward a little bit more, and Bucky groaned, low and guttural.
He fucked in and out of Bucky’s hole that was positively squeezing his cock, gaining speed and force until he was pounding him, his hips moving like lighting as he rode him like a racehorse, thunderous and powerful above him.
Bucky was wailing under him, thrashing and writhing. The sight was driving Steve mad. He grabbed Bucky’s right wrist and brought it above his head, doing the same to the metal one, before putting his weight on the metal wrist.
“Settle down, Princess,” he panted as thrust, the moniker just slipping out. “You're such a wanton little whore. I need you to be quiet for me, sweetie. Can you do that for Daddy?”
Bucky trembled under him, and Steve slowed his pace, waiting for a reply.
“Yes. I’ll be quiet for you, Daddy. I'm sorry. You just make me feel so good,” Bucky explained, his voice soft with contrition. Steve reached up with his other hand to stroke down Bucky’s back, long and slow and reassuring.
“There, that’s good,” he crooned, his voice low and rough as Bucky went quiet under him. In reward, Steve picked the pace back up, watching as Bucky shivered but stayed limp and silent. His eyes were wide and unseeing as he blinked, almost shocked.
“You're doing so good for me, Bucky baby, letting your daddy rail you so well.” Carefully, Steve dropped his weight onto Bucky’s back, and held him close as he pumped his hips in and out of Bucky’s tight little hole. “You're being so sweet for me, honey. I love you.”
Steve nuzzled into his cheek and felt the flutter of Bucky's coated eyelashes brush his skin.
He felt himself smiling then, overcome by his love for Bucky, and he spilled into his body, his orgasm an easy swelling sensation under his skin until it exploded and painted his vision white.
“Oh, oh, Daddy,” Bucky cried out helplessly and then shook apart under him, completely silent.
The moment was so perfect that Steve didn’t want to break it, and stayed inside Bucky for as long as he could, breathing in tandem with him. Eventually, his cock slipped out, and he got off him to go get the wet wipes. He cleaned himself up and then Bucky, who was dozing off.
“Plug me up,” he mumbled, his hand lifting to gesture tiredly at the bag of sex objects on the floor beside the bed. Steve followed his instructions, his heart pounding as he popped the plastic packaging off a conical plug a bit on the larger side that flared out widely at the base. Then that way Bucky wouldn’t need to be stretched for Steve’s cock when he woke up. Because Steve was big.
“Hey, is it alright if I fuck you awake?” he asked, wondering if Bucky would react badly to that or not.
Bucky let out a little noise. “Yeah, sure. Just make sure you follow through on it, because I will be very pissed off if you don’t finish fucking me.” Then he wiggled his hips and Steve obeyed the wordless prompt, pushing the plug into him.
He was almost hypnotized by the way Bucky’s rim stretched around its widest point then swallowed it as it sank into him, and Steve did it several times until Bucky was squirming and mewling softly. “Daddy, oh Daddy.”
“Fuck, baby, I didn’t mean to rile you up again. I’ll let you go to sleep,” Steve said, a shit eating grin on his face, not that Bucky could see it.
Bucky sobbed helplessly then, and Steve almost felt sorry for him, but then he remembered all the teasing Bucky had done to him earlier in the hot tub and while they were changing into their swim suits and at dinner, and didn’t feel sorry for him at all.
Steve felt powerful, the heady rush of it going to his head as he realized that he was in the opposite position, in a place to do something about it. Discipline Bucky. Get him back for it.
When he spoke, his voice was almost mean. “Aw, does the poor baby not like it when I tease him? Does he not like getting the same treatment that he gives?” Steve’s cheeks felt a little warm, but he was drunk on power that made him feel invincible. He felt like he could do anything. “I think this is only fair, don’t you?” He reached out to roughly pull apart Bucky’s asscheeks so he could see the plug better, and it made Bucky let out a squeal. Fire coursed through Steve’s blood at the sound, so he did it again, but Bucky didn’t repeat it.
He felt himself bare his teeth in frustration, and when he spoke, his voice was rough, ragged. “Lemme hear you. I wanna hear you.”
Bucky had the audacity to gasp, “I thought you wanted me to be quiet.”
Steve nearly saw red, and he grabbed Bucky’s neck and shook, jostling him a little. Bucky cried out, almost a wail.
“I’m your Daddy. If I tell you that I want you to make noise, you make noise. Doesn’t matter I said before. You got it?” Distantly, Steve couldn’t believe what he was saying.
Bucky went crazy underneath him, his hips working for a moment, and started sobbing, making pitiful little noises in between. “Yes. Daddy, oh god, please,” he begged frantically, lighting up Steve’s mind with all the things that he wanted to do to him just then. Marrying him was at the top of the list.
He pulled out the plug again, stretching Bucky’s rim open. He pushed it back in hard, making Bucky gasp and tense up, his eyes wide. His cock was drooling copious amounts of precum, and Steve grabbed him and swiped his thumb through the slit, collecting some to taste.
“You drive me insane, Buck,” Steve told him, bringing his hand back down heavily on Bucky’s ass, causing him to jerk.
“Spank me, Daddy,” he mewled out, making Steve’s lungs seize. “Discipline me. Show me how much I drive you insane.”
Steve swallowed, shifting around so he was kneeling more besides Bucky, not behind. Then he brought his hand down on Bucky’s left ass cheek with a loud crack.
“Oh!” Bucky yelped, sounding startled. His cock jumped at the action, betraying his true feelings. Blood was rushing in Steve's ears and he wanted to hear and see more of it, so he did it again. And again. He did it so many times he actually lost count. The high fifties, maybe. On each asscheek, since he’d alternated. His own hand was stinging and hot, and Bucky was a sobbing, drooling, pathetic, glorious mess under him, his ass cherry red.
“God, I want to destroy you,” Steve informed him through gritted teeth, his voice a growl. His other hand was wrapped around Bucky’s throat.
Bucky gurgled at him, his face red and streaked black with his eye makeup. Unthinkingly, Steve bent down to lick up his tears, kissing his eyelids softly when he was done. Fresh tears leaked out afterwards.
Bucky moved his lips like he was trying to say something, and Steve loosened his grip a little. When he spoke, his voice was ruined. “Tie me up. Spit on my face. Call me a disgusting whore. Then make me cum, please.” He looked down, bashful and almost ashamed.
Steve’s heartbeat quickened and he licked his lips in anticipation. He tightened his grip on Bucky’s throat and jostled him for effect, manhandling him roughly. He let go to reach for the bag, and withdrew the leash Bucky had bought for sex, grabbing his arms and using it to tie his wrists together behind his back. He returned his hand to Bucky’s throat, holding him up in a kneeling position, his hips at a right angle as his torso hung down, supported by Steve’s hand. Then he spanked his asscheeks again, harder than he had been doing, then spanked him lightly over his hole where the plug was wedged so securely inside him, making him twitch.
He spit in Bucky’s face, causing him to flinch like he was actually shocked. “God, you're such a disgusting little whore. Disgusting whore.” He spat on him again, then spanked him over his hole again, hard this time. It made Bucky’s entire body tense up and then his cock erupted with cum, flooding out of him.
Steve took his own cock that was swinging down heavy between his legs, forgotten up until that point.
“Suck me, you dirty little slut,” Steve ordered Bucky, shifting more in front of his face, switching his grip from his throat to his hair. “I know you want to; you love choking on my fat cock because you're such a disgusting whore.” Bucky looked up to him as he leaned in and swallowed him down all the way to the root.
Then he stayed there, suckling on Steve, keeping him warm.
Steve was coming undone. Bucky was perfect for him, just perfect. And he was Steve's fiancé.
“Oh, fuck, you're nasty. A wanton little fucktoy doll that loves to suck on her daddy’s cock.” He didn’t know what made him use that pronoun, but he didn’t correct himself, given Bucky’s reaction. He moaned around Steve’s cock, and then pulled away a little, but couldn’t get the leverage to pull off any more than that, and Steve mercifully guided his head up off his cock, making him gasp raggedly.
He had to swallow and clear his throat a few times before he collected himself enough to start speaking, slurring.
“Yes, Daddy, I'm your nasty little girl that loves to choke on her daddy’s cock. Will you force me back onto you? Will you fuck my throat until I'm in tears? Until I'm gagging? Will you slap my face with your cock like the filthy little bitch I am? Will you hurt me so good, Daddy?” He blinked up at Steve, slow and seductive.
Blood was roaring in Steve’s ears, and he bared his teeth in a snarl before hauling Bucky back onto him, making him splutter and choke. He yanked Bucky’s head up and down his erection in a disjointed rhythm that left him unable to predict when to breathe, making him gasp for air when Steve pulled him off entirely. He grabbed himself with his other hand and smacked Bucky’s cheek with it, making him flinch a little. He did it several times, marveling at his reaction.
“Filthy little bitch,” Steve spat, sounding almost angry, his expression twisted. ”You're just a nasty little cockslut, aren’t you?”
Bucky nodded, a jerky motion, tears falling from his eyes. He opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out flat against his chin, and god, the sight of it was enough to drive him wild. Steve smacked his cockhead against it and started moaning, putting on a show for Bucky.
He stroked himself, moving his hand up and around the head, cupping it briefly in his palm. “You know what?” he wondered aloud, filled with sadistic glee. Bucky blinked at him dumbly. “I don’t think you deserve my cum.”
Bucky’s eyes went wide with panic and he whined, beyond words. He tried to lick at Steve's covered cockhead, but Steve had a grip in his hair, keeping him in place.
“I think you need to prove it to me that you want it.”
He had no intention of actually making Bucky prove it, and no idea how he’d even do that. He only wanted to see Bucky sob in frustration when he realized that Steve wouldn’t let him go and untie him so he could prove himself, that his task would be futile. And Bucky did just that. He broke down sobbing, straining against the hold Steve had on his hair, desperate to get to his cock.
Steve watched the display with feigned impassiveness – but inside, his heart was pounding – before he had enough and decided to remove his hand from his cock and push Bucky’s head down at the same time, making him let out a gurgling, squealing lewd noise of shock that was cut off as Steve’s thick cock slid down into his throat. Bucky flailed for a second, and then forced himself to relax, to go completely limp, his face mashed into Steve’s pubic hair.
Steve felt his tongue on the underside of his cock licking at his balls, and he groaned.
An idea of absolute depravity struck him like a lightning bolt and he swallowed, his mouth going dry.
Could Bucky take it?
Of course he could. Of course he would.
His mind resolved, Steve carefully let go of Bucky’s hair, so the only thing keeping him up was Steve’s cock and his own position that forced his face into Steve’s groin. Bucky twitched but otherwise didn’t move, not having the leverage to do so. Then Steve carefully shifted his own knees so he was more stable. He reached over Bucky, and then grabbed the plug that was still wedged so very firmly inside him, and yanked it out, making Bucky gurgle and twitch again. A quick reach under his body revealed that he was still hard and dripping, his cock hanging down heavily between his legs.
He reached for the lube, and squirted some out onto his fingers and into Bucky’s gaping hole that was twitching, winking at him teasingly. He wound his other arm around Bucky’s waist so he wouldn’t fall. He played with his loose rim for a second and then punched his fist into him, forcing it past Bucky’s rim in one rough shove. He couldn’t go deeper than his mid forearm, due to the angle, although he definitely tried, mean and ruthless.
He heard Bucky make a noise that was like a screech, a scream, and a wail all at the same time around his cock, choking and muffled as he orgasmed, shuddering violently, clenching around Steve’s arm like a vice, going limp and almost collapsing, held up by Steve’s other arm around his waist. The beauty of it all made Steve’s own orgasm rip through him, too, and he came down Bucky’s throat with a low, filthy groan.
When he was done, he carefully extracted himself from Bucky and pulled Bucky off of him, slipping the plug back into him like he had wanted.
He was staring muzzily at Steve, his eyes half lidded and unfocused, and Steve realized that he had probably passed out for him to be so out of it.
Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, Bucky was going to kill him one day.
He pulled Bucky into his arms, wrapping the new rainbow patterned blanket he had bought earlier that day around them both, and cooed sweetly to him until they both fell asleep.