Harness (nsfw)
“Just- just,” Bucky babbles uselessly into the sweaty tight skin of Steves pec muscle, not entirely sure of what he was even trying to say because Steve big cock fucks into him so deep that its overwhelming.
Each thrust from Steve is like a punch in the guts and with each one Bucky gets pushed up higher, fucked in deeper, dragging up the bed.
Steve didn't even take his fucking uniform off though so Bucky stays on him with a tight grip to the leather harness latched around Steves traps.
But this has been a thing he's noticed. He's pretty sure it’s adrenaline. Maybe if he thinks too deep on it it's Steves way of proving to himself that they're still intact.
Because he does this. He gets back from some mission and the first thing he does, before he can even take off those leather straps or unlace his boots, is always manage to pin Bucky against the wall, pulling Bucky back by a fistful of hair as he gnarls like a goddamn wolf and he's got that deep fucked out voice he only gets when Bucky's got him at least a third of the way to getting off as he says “You're mine.”
It's a statement, not a demand, like he's taking the words right out of Bucky's mouth and it's so fucking easy for Bucky to sigh out softly and nod his head despite Steve's steady grip on his scalp.
And sometimes Steve yanks him to his knees there, pets along Bucky's beard and whispers something like “Please baby.” and- Bucky has never needed to have Steve beg to want to suck his cock. God, he wants to all the time. But when he does beg it makes his chest flutter and his heart race and he's just as desperate to give as Steve is to get.
But tonight things are different.
Steve didn't yank him down, he pulled him up. He got a grip on the back of Bucky's thighs, rumpling up his pajama pants as he hauled Bucky willingly to their bedroom.
He's so fucking big, Bucky's mind supplies dreamily. Because Bucky isn't small, if anything he's big himself but Steve just fucking throws him like he's Steve's tiny little thing, easy to manhandle.
Bucky takes it though. He's happy to take all that Steve is willing to offer him.
Now all Bucky can do is clutch for purchase on anything that his fingers can scrabble for and gasp out cries from how deep Steve is in his hole, how hard he fucks him. How easy it is every single time for Steve to destroy him, just to put him right back together.
Steve's still got that stupid suit on even after stripping Bucky down. His dick tugged out of the zip hastily, the fabric of the leather rubbing against the skin of Bucky's thighs as his cock packs a few slow vicious times into Bucky's ass just to maybe prove that he's not all stamina. Maybe just to prove to himself that Bucky can fit that whole monster of a cock of him.
But Bucky doesn't fucking care. He doesnt care at all. Because while Steve's busy digging in with his hips like he can somehow get in deeper he also gets to dragging a spit wet palm down to Bucky's dick to touch him. That gets Bucky keening even harder, using his body and all the noise his throat can make to beg for more.
Steve's eyes drag slowly from where his cock is buried, up to Bucky's chest, and to his face and- fuck the way he licks his lips like he's gonna eat Bucky alive, and the way he pulls out so slow that its torturous dragging his dick out all the way to the tip just to fuck back in, and the way he stares like he's watching, waiting, patient to see what kind of fucked-out faces he can get out of Bucky from his dick alone.
That's all enough to make Bucky clutch tighter onto the leather straps of the harness as he rolls his head back uncontrollably, gasping out “Oh god” like he's pained by it. His hole clutching down on Steve's cock instinctively, dick dripping slick.
Steve fucks in and squeezes Bucky's dick just for good measure as he gives Bucky a breathless smirk “How's that feel?” he asks smug.
Bucky feel a little like he's suffocating, like Steves cock and his words and his existence is drowning him but he manages to roll his head up, still white knuckling the leather straps as he hastily nods his head and gapes his mouth to try to let out something, words or maybe a held in breath, he isn't sure.
“C'mon baby, tell me. You like that?” he says, voice fuck-deep and possessive and maybe a little buzzed as he lets Bucky feel every single inch of his cock with how slowly he works it out.
Bucky can't do much at all but with the little coherence he has left he manages to flex his biceps and yank Steve bodily down by the straps so he can speak against his mouth and groan out the first thing that comes to mind “Harder.”
There's a grin that comes up on Steve's face again as he scans back down to his dick, hands settling on Bucky's hips tight and Bucky feels his body shutter before Steve even responds.
Bucky hangs on tight to Steve and Steve clutches tight back as he starts to fuck him mercilessly. A barely heard “Don't let go,” slipping out of him.