It's so early in the morning that the sun has only been up for a little over an hour and Bucky can't believe that through Steve and their newly found routine, he's become a morning person. Well, as much of a morning person as someone with Bucky's personality can be. He still does need a cup of coffee to wake himself up and there have been times when Steve has had to drag him out of bed.
Steve has been working since the sun came up but Bucky's not that crazy yet. He likes to have a slow morning; drink his coffee and maybe even take a nice hot shower before even getting out of his pajamas.
Today though, he's feeling a little naughty.
Steve will be back in the house any moment now for his first break to wash his face from all the sweat and to have a little something to drink, and Bucky's already decided that he won't let the man out of the door again until they are both sweaty, not just Steve.
He stands in front of the old mirror in the living room, completely naked from just having gotten out of the shower and he grabs the flannel shirt that he'd slept with when he'd still lived at his parents' house and hadn't been able to see Steve. It still smells like him even though Steve had forced him to wash it.
He puts it on swiftly, hearing Steve's heavy winter boots hitting against the deck, and checks himself out one more time.
It looks good. Steve's gonna lose it.
Bucky turns around when he hears the front door open and hides behind the wall that separates the living room from the kitchen. He peeks around it and smiles brightly at the man, who's staring back at him with a confused, but curious, look on his face.
''Whatcha doing, Buck?'' he asks, stepping out of his boots and throwing his hat off to the side along with his gloves.
''Not much, Daddy,'' Bucky tells him, a small smirk slowly appearing on his face.
The confusion is gone in a moment and the look in Steve's eyes darkens and it's not because of the sun that is getting blocked by thick snow clouds and casting a shadow over the kitchen. The man doesn't say anything, just keeps watching, not daring to blink even once.
Bucky can feel his dick twitch in excitement and nervousness, and he steps out from behind the wall, revealing himself in all his flannel-wearing glory. He leans against the side of the doorway, trying his best not to let his shyness win and make him look away from the eyes of the man standing in front of him.
Steve's hair is messy from the sweat and his beard is nothing but a shadow on his clenched jawline and as much as Bucky loves Steve no matter what he looks like, this is the look that drives him absolutely wild.
''Shit,'' Steve curses and the thick jacket he's wearing is off of him before Bucky can even blink.
He rushes across the room to get to Bucky and just stands there in front of him for a moment, taking it all in. Then, he places his hands on Bucky's waist and growls deep down in his throat.
''I was supposed to finish building that bird feeding station,'' he tells him so quietly that Bucky only barely hears him. ''You were supposed to help me, baby.''
''Mmh, but Daddy.'' Bucky leans closer, his breath hot against Steve's ear. ''We've got plenty of hours before the sun goes down and all I'm asking is for you to spend one of them fucking me.''
''Jesus Christ, Buck.''
Steve's lips are on his neck now, licking and sucking at every inch of bare skin that he can get to. Bucky's glad he'd decided to leave a couple of the buttons undone.
''Turn around,'' Steve gasps then, forcing himself off of Bucky, his lips now deep pink and swollen.
His hands stay on Bucky as he twirls around for him and it's hard to miss the growl that escapes Steve's mouth at that moment. His hands move away from the waist and down to Bucky's ass, which is only barely visible under the flannel and he kneads it roughly.
''Mmh,'' Bucky hums at the action approvingly, pushing back against his hold. ''I took the liberty of getting myself ready for you, Daddy. All you gotta do is push me against a wall of your choice, get yourself hard and shove that cock of yours in me.''
Steve's body presses against him and while one of his hands moves away from his ass and wraps around his waist instead, the other one stays behind and moves up, all the way to his lubed-up hole. Steve growls again, this time much louder.
''All wet and ready for me,'' he whispers against Bucky's neck. ''How many fingers did you take, baby?''
''F- Four, Daddy,'' he whimpers back, turning slightly to face him. ''W- Wasn't hard because of last night.''
''Yeah, I fucked you good last night, didn't I?'' Steve asks him, obviously knowing the answer to his question already as he doesn't wait for Bucky to reply. One of his fingers slips in. ''Stretched you up so good and still… Here you are, the next morning, asking for more. It's always more with you, isn't it?''
''T- Thought… Thought you'd like it,'' Bucky replies, nodding at the shirt he's wearing and letting out a loud gasp when Steve's other hand wraps around his hardening cock.
''Oh, I love it. Daddy fucking loves it,'' he replies, slipping his finger out of Bucky and taking a tight hold of the loose fabric pooling at Bucky's lower back. ''You wanna know why, baby?''
''Mmh!''
''Because Daddy loves you so damn much,'' he tells him and before Bucky gets a chance to reply, he's already being pushed into the living room.
Steve pushes him to sit down on the edge of the couch and takes a hold of each curtain covering the large living room window and pushes them out of the way, letting the sunlight, once again freed from behind the clouds, into the room.
Then, he takes a hold of Bucky again and turns him around on the couch, so that he's now facing the window. The unfinished bird feeding station is right there in front of him, half-covered in snow.
''What was it that you said, Buck?'' Daddy asks then from behind him. ''All I got to do is push you up against a wall, get myself hard and give it to you, was that it?''
''Y- Yeah,'' Bucky whispers back and Steve grabs him by the back of the neck, forcing him to stand up.
''Yeah,'' Steve repeats, and his hands are once again on Bucky's ass. ''Well, we're fucking in front of the window today because you're such a perv, baby. If our neighbor decides to take a walk right now, he'll just get to have a good look at you, doesn't he?''
''Oh God,'' Bucky moans against the window, fogging it up with breath as he keeps a strong hold of the back of the couch so that he doesn't fall.
''And Daddy getting hard… Now that's not a problem,'' Steve continues, pushing his denim-covered crotch hard against Bucky's ass, making him feel it. ''What do you say about that, Buck?''
''P- Please, give it to me!'' he finds himself whining loudly and it gets him a slap on the ass.
Steve laughs at him, his hand now rubbing the burning red spot on Bucky's ass. ''All you got to do is get yourself hard… Baby, I was as hard as a rock the moment I saw you wearing my shirt. You should do shit like this more often… Not that Daddy needs a reason to fuck you. You're always ready to go, aren't you, baby?''
''Mmh, mmh!''
''Words, baby,'' Steve whispers against his ear. ''Use your words for me.''
''Yes, Daddy, I'm… 'm always ready for you!'' Bucky gasps out, his entire body shaking from anticipation and the terribly uncomfortable position Daddy has made him be in. ''A- Always!''
''Okay, let's calm down a little,'' Steve whispers to him then, rubbing his hand up and down Bucky's back. ''Not that I mind you being loud, sweetheart, but I can feel how tense you are… Is the position uncomfortable, baby?''
''Y- Yes, Daddy,'' Bucky whispers back.
''Mmh, thought so,'' he tells him. '' Your legs are gonna get tired, aren't they? What do you think we should do?''
''Get in another position,'' Bucky says, glancing at Steve over his shoulder.
''But then you wouldn't be in front of the window, would you?'' Steve asks.
''B- But I will,'' Bucky replies. ''I'll just get down on my knees. Please, Daddy?''
''We both know you're good on your knees,'' Daddy tells him, smirking and taps him on the ass. ''Okay, show me and I'll decide if it'll do or not.''
Bucky nods at him and lowers himself down, making sure to keep his hands planted on the back of the couch and his eyes on the window. A whimper escapes him when Daddy's hand slams against his ass once again.
''That's a good position, baby,'' Steve praises him and presses a kiss on his cheek. ''But I think I want you to be a bit higher up.''
Bucky nods, watching a bird land on the unfinished feeding station. The poor thing looks around for a while, looking for food, and then flies away when it finds nothing.
''Did you not hear me?'' Daddy's words snap Bucky out of his thoughts and before he can apologize, a hard slap is delivered to his already sore asscheek. ''Gotta focus, baby.''
''I'm sorry, Daddy,'' he whimpers, tears burning in the corners of his eyes. ''I'll… I'll focus from now on, Daddy.''
''You sure will,'' Daddy tells him, his voice sweet and warm like honey. ''Roll over.''
''What?'' Bucky asks and hears Daddy start to repeat himself. ''R- Roll over, got it.''
He sits down on the couch, away from the window, and looks up at Steve towering over him, the tent in his pants now visible and there's nothing Bucky wants as much as to kneel in front of him and swallow him down until he cums down his throat.
''Not today, baby,'' Steve tells him, noticing Bucky's eyes focusing on his cock. He sits down next to him, making sure to be aligned with the window.
Bucky's breathing fastens as he watches Steve unzip his jeans and pop the button open. Keeping his eyes on Bucky the entire time, he sneaks his hand into his pants and pulls out his cock, which is already moist at the tip from pre-cum and so hard that it juts up against his stomach without him having to hold it.
Bucky is pretty sure that a little bit of drool escapes from the corner of his mouth at the sight.
Steve leaves his pants on, not bothering to even pull them down just slightly, his balls still hidden beneath the thick denim fabric.
''Go on, baby. Get on.''
Bucky's eyes widen. ''On, Daddy?''
''Yeah, baby,'' Daddy chuckles softly, his hand twisting the fabric of the flannel again. ''Go ahead and ride Daddy's cock.''
Bucky moves closer to the other man, placing his hand on his shoulder before he swings his leg over his lap. Steve's hands are at his waist in an instant and they tug the flannel shirt up just slightly, enough to show Bucky's drooling cock, now resting against Daddy's stomach.
The hard cock nestles in between Bucky's ass cheeks as he gets himself settled, both of his hands now resting on Steve's wide shoulders and he has the view of the feeding station in front of him again. He gasps when Daddy reaches around him and brings his cock to rest up against Bucky's hole.
''Go ahead,'' he encourages, his hands rubbing up and down Bucky's sides, feeling the soft, worn-out fabric under them. ''Slowly, sweetheart.''
Bucky nods, gasping, and lowers himself slightly. He throws his head back at the wonderful stretch and there's no stinging or even any uncomfortable pressure as he keeps going until he's sitting in Daddy's lap entirely.
His eyes flicker over to Steve and the man's eyes are focused on Bucky's cock, peeking out from under the flannel shirt and the man looks just feral.
It's almost more scary than hot, but only almost.
''Please, Daddy,'' Bucky whines and Steve's eyes come up to meet his. ''C- Can I? Please?''
''Mmh,'' Steve moans, relaxing against the back of the couch. ''Do it, baby. Ride that cock until you cum on Daddy.''
''Oh, shit,'' Bucky curses, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he lifts himself clumsily and slams back down. He starts a slow rhythm, his ass rubbing against the denim and it doesn't take long for the feeling to engulf him completely.
His hands tighten their hold on Steve's shoulders and Bucky is so far gone that the shouts and moans that must be escaping his mouth sound like they belong to someone else and he can't tear his eyes away from Steve's as with each bounce, they look like they turn a shade darker.
''That's it, baby, that's it,'' Steve encourages him, his hand moving away from Bucky's side and lifting the shirt slightly. He looks at the cock that is already spurting out pre-cum and wraps his hand around it without a warning, making Bucky yelp.
''N- No, Daddy,'' Bucky breathes out, following the movement of Daddy's hand as he strokes him back and forth. He slaps the bigger hand away gently. ''Not yet, gonna cum if you-''
Steve chuckles and brings his hand back for one, quick stroke before pulling away again and setting his hand back on Bucky's side. He leans forward, hiding his face in Bucky's neck, and hums softly against his skin before nibbling on it slightly.
''Yes!'' Bucky gasps, feeling the other man's teeth digging into his skin. He begins to breathe a little harder, the rhythm of his hips turning clumsy and desperate. ''Daddy, Daddy, Daddy-''
''What is it, sweetheart?'' Steve asks, pulling back to face Bucky again and strokes a strand of hair out of his face as he desperately tries to keep the rhythm going. ''Hm? Tell Daddy what you need.''
''M- My legs.''
Steve's eyes flicker down and one of his hands slams against Bucky's right thigh. ''These legs getting a little tired, hm?''
''Yes, yes.'' Bucky nods quickly, finding his rhythm slowing down with each passing second. His legs quiver under him. ''Please, please, fuck me, please. Please-''
''Shh,'' Steve hushes him and holds onto Bucky tighter. ''I've got you, change your position, baby.''
That's not the answer Bucky had been looking for but he follows the man's orders, just like he always does, and brings his knees to rest against the soft couch beneath them. His legs still ache but they already feel a thousand times better.
He leans against Steve, pressing his forehead against the man's sturdy chest, and breathes in the scent of him, sweaty from the outdoor work he'd done that morning. He feels Steve's hand cupping the back of his head and Bucky can't help himself when the fingers tighten in his hair. He gives Daddy's nipple a little lick and feels it harden almost immediately.
''Well, that's new,'' Steve chuckles and presses a kiss on Bucky's forehead. ''You like Daddy's chest?''
''Mmh, love it,'' Bucky mumbles, pressing kisses all over the said chest, slow and wet, making sure to leave a trail of saliva behind.
Steve groans and his hips buck up.
Bucky clenches around him, the tip of Daddy's cock hitting him right in the sweet spot and another moan escapes his mouth, echoing through the room.
Steve lets go of him with one hand and brings it down to tuck his jeans down just a little bit more, so that his twitching, aching to be touched, balls can be set free. He sighs in relief and places his hand back down, before, without a warning, he starts to fuck up into Bucky.
''Yeah, yeah, yeah!'' Bucky shouts, accepting the sudden and rough rhythm by wrapping his arms around Daddy's neck and letting him have at it as fast and hard as he wants. The sound of his heavy balls hitting against Bucky's ass, which too is now covered in lube, is lewd and it makes Bucky want to come right then and there.
His cock is so painfully hard that he's sure he's not going to last long.
''Fuck, Bucky, you're so good,'' Daddy tells him, his chest now moving up and down fast and heavy. ''Such a good boy for Daddy, aren't you?''
''Yes!'' Bucky whines and moves his hips slightly, getting the cock inside of him to hit his spot again. He sees stars. ''Daddy, I'm not gonna- I'm not gonna last...''
''Already, baby?'' Daddy asks, his voice laced with tease and amusement.
''I wanna- Ah!'' He shudders, his hole clenching desperately around Daddy's cock, taking it so well. ''Wanna last longer, I-''
''Baby, baby,'' Steve whispers, voice so deep and comforting that it's not helping Bucky's situation whatsoever. His cock twitches against the flannel. ''Daddy loves it when you cum quick on his cock, just means that he's doing something right. And… Let's not pretend like you won't be getting it again tonight, so don't you worry your- your pretty little head about this ending. Daddy's gonna use this ass all night...''
''Please!'' Bucky replies, not even sure what he's begging for anymore. His face feels so warm and he's sure he's as red as a tomato right now. His body is on fire.
''Let Daddy help you,'' Steve tells him then, an evil grin appearing on his face as he wraps his hand tightly around Bucky's pulsating cock that is seconds away from letting it all out. ''Jesus, baby, I've never felt you this hard…''
''Gah!'' The odd sound escapes Bucky before he can do anything about it and he finds his body going limp against Steve's. He closes his eyes, letting out only small breaths of air as his cock spurts ropes of cum between the two of them.
''Fuck, there you go,'' Steve curses breathlessly, his hand milking out every single drop of cum that Bucky has in him right at this moment. He begins to move his hips faster, snapping them upward, allowing himself to begin to chase for his own orgasm. ''So fucking pretty, baby, Daddy loves you so, so, so much… Fuck!''
''I love you too,'' Bucky mumbles against him, his tongue heavy in his mouth and his words coming out slurred. He feels like there are no bones or no muscles in his body, just him and the floaty feeling in his brain.
''Yeah, gonna fill this ass, baby,'' Steve whispers, sounding almost wounded at how good his baby's ass feels around him. ''So warm and wet, perfect just for me, hm, sweetheart? So tight even though Daddy fucks it every day...''
''Please,'' Bucky breathes out, fighting to keep his eyes open. The feeling of Daddy's cock hitting his prostate and sending intense pulses throughout his body in the process is the only thing keeping him awake.
Daddy's hands come to rest on his ass and he pulls the cheeks apart slightly as his hips begin to shudder.
''Yeah, Daddy's gonna cum,'' he announces quietly, focused on getting his hips to keep moving despite how overwhelming it all is. He pulls Bucky into a kiss, thankfully dominating it with his lips and tongue because Bucky's mind just isn't working. All he can do is take what Daddy gives him and hope, that he'll soon get to feel his cum inside of him.
The cock pulsates in him and a loud shout escapes Daddy when the first burst of white coats Bucky's insides. His rhythm slows but turns more desperate and harsh as his hips buck involuntarily into Bucky, making sure that every drop of cum gets to come out and that not a moment of pleasure is missed.
''Jesus fucking Christ,'' Steve breathes heavily, pushing his hips in one more time, and Bucky can hear and feel the wetness in him. Steve kisses him on the head and then all over his face before tucking his face into the crook of Bucky's neck, taking in his scent. ''Fuck, baby. You're gonna kill me one day with that ass of yours.''
A small chuckle escapes Bucky. ''Sorry, Daddy.''
''Nuh-uh,'' Steve shakes his head and looks down, stealing one more kiss from Bucky's soft lips. ''Don't you ever apologize for making me feel this good. You suck me out dry every damn time, baby. Ain't no one ever been able to do that before.''
''You're welcome, Daddy,'' Bucky tries again, a teasing smirk growing on his face. He's not sure if his comment will get him a slap on the ass or praise.
''That's more like it, kid.'' So praise.
''Mmh,'' Bucky hums happily, wiggling his toes slightly, feeling his body and mind coming back online.
''You feeling alright, baby?'' Steve asks him, his big, warm hand rubbing circles on his back. ''I didn't go too hard?''
''Could never give it to me too hard, Daddy,'' Bucky replies and shifts himself into a slightly better position. Daddy's cock is still in him and some of the lube and cum is already beginning to drip out. It's not the most comfortable feeling but Bucky wouldn't change it for the world.
''Of course, you say that,'' Steve chuckles, his fingers smoothing down the hair at the back of Bucky's head. ''How about your head?''
Bucky looks up at him, confused. ''My head?''
''Got a little floaty on me there, baby,'' Steve says and smiles down at him. ''Did that feel good?''
''Felt really, really good, Daddy,'' he whispers back. ''Never felt it like that before.''
''You've felt it before, Buck?''
''Mmh.'' Bucky nods. The feeling was always on the back of his mind when they had sex. ''But never like this, Daddy.''
''Yeah? How did it feel like now?'' Steve asks, and Bucky sighs. He just wants to go to sleep.
''Warm… Floaty,'' Bucky replies, stealing the word Steve had used to describe the feeling. ''Just good, Daddy. You made me feel so good.''
''Aw, sweetheart,'' Steve smiles again and presses a kiss on his forehead. Bucky settles his head back against his chest. ''I'm glad. You made Daddy feel so, so good too. You always do. You're the best boy after all, aren't you?''
''Yes,'' Bucky answers, laughing a little. He brings up his hand, now that it's decided to work again, and circles Steve's chest with his finger, drawing patterns that aren't really there. ''What was it, Stevie?''
''The feeling, baby?'' Steve asks.
''Yeah.''
He smiles against Bucky's hair. ''I have a feeling I know what it was, sweetheart. But we'll talk about that later, okay?''
Bucky looks up at Daddy curiously but nods. ''Okay, Daddy.''