Moving day (nsfw)
Bucky kisses along the exposed ridges of Steve's collarbone, right where the collar of his shirt sits a little too loose. The skins a little slick and a little salty from sweat but he doesn't mind. He likes how warm Steve is under his lips.
“Buck, what's this about?” Steve questions, but he's smiling down at Bucky and petting his hair.
Bucky let's his palms glide around Steve's sides, feeling the soft grooves of muscle under the fabric. They expand and contract under his touch and Bucky loves how responsive Steve's body always is. He drags them up and up until finally his fingertips are gripping and squeezing into the firmness of Steve's pecs. Thumbs rubbing Steve's nipples hard from over his shirt.
He's still kissing and biting at Steve's collarbone so he can really only speak in mumbles, “Mandated break.”
Steve obviously wants to come off like he's irritated, he sighs and responds, “Buck, C'mon we still have boxes to move, we have things to do.” but his hands are slowly twining into Bucky's hair, dipping into where it's held back into a bun and pulling strands free.
And of course, Bucky doesn't stop. He bites and sucks into the pulled taut skin of Steve's chest and shoulders, licking and worrying at it until there's little imprinted bite marks and blotchy bruises painted above the collar of his shirt. Bucky's hands slowly venturing under until hes got flesh on flesh grip of Steve's hardened little nipples. He tugs and pinches them until Steve's breath is labored and his heart is pounding under Bucky's palm.
“Okay, maybe a quick break,” Steve says finally. Bucky can't stop himself from grinning against Steve's skin.
“Real quick,” He murmurs. They both know that's a lie.
A few minutes later and Bucky has Steve bent over the back of their brand new, still seran wrapped couch. He rubs his palms over the soft plains of Steve's thighs, kissing his tailbone and then biting down the swell of his ass.
Steve's pants pool at his ankles, his arms crossed under his head and he arches his spine, pushing towards Bucky's mouth.
“God I love your ass,” Bucky says in a growl, it's followed by a sharp bite to the inside of Steve's thigh and that gets Steve groaning into the surface below him.
Roughly he spreads Steve's cheeks open and before Steve can say anything about it he's spitting sloppy against his hole and diving in like he's starving for it.
He's pretty sure that he's moaning more at the taste of it than Steve is at the feel.
Saliva covers his face, it drips down his chin and covers his nose but he goddamn loves it. He works his tongue around, licking and tasting until he has Steve relaxed and then he goes on fucking Steve's hole with his tongue. Sliding it onto him and fucking him pliant like that's what he lives for.
Eventually he gets Steve clawing into couch, pulling the wrap off of it with his fingernails and sobbing into it.
Bucky eats him out like he's never tasted anything sweeter. He sucks and licks and swirls his tongue and when Steve's nice and relaxed he slides a finger in and fucks into his prostate with that.
Steve's cock drips slick against the back of the couch, hard and thick and throbbing. His toes curl into the carpet. Bucky's lost track of time but he just keeps licking Steve out until Steve's yanking him back by the hair. Even then he tries his hardest to get his mouth back on Steve, but Steve's not having it.
He's out of breath, chuckling and gasping, “You do that any longer and I'll fuckin’ come all over the carpet.”
Bucky's still being held back by Steve's grip but he sticks his tongue out once more in an attempt to get back at Steve's ass. Steve's words sounding more like a challenge than a threat.
“How about you fuck me with your dick instead of your tongue this time?”
And honestly, that idea sounds goddamn great right now. Just the thought of sinking his cock into the soft warmth of Steve's insides, feeling him clench and tighten around him gets Bucky's eyes rolling back. It sounds amazing but that's not Bucky, and Steve knows it.
Bucky gives his best baby eyes, all soft and weepy and shakes his head, mumbling “Nu-uh”
Steve's grip loosens and he pets hair back from Bucky's forehead, “okay, what then?”
Quickly, while he isn't held down Bucky seizes the opportunity and licks up the underside if Steve's cock where it's hard and pressed against the couch. With a smirk he says, “I want this.”
Steve smiles knowingly, “Yeah, of course you do.”
Bucky wants to give some smartass response, something cocky and childish but before he can get it out he's suddenly being shoved to the floor, letting it happen until he feels his face being pushed into the softness of brand new carpet.
Steve breath warm against the back of his ear, “Get me all warmed up, all desperate for it then you don't give me what I want,” Steve tsks, tilting his head, “I don't like that Buck, you know I don't like that.”
Bucky whines, mouth being pulled by the carpet, “I'm sorry steve, you can fuck me as punishment.” He follows that with a lopsided smirk.
Steve fucking rolls his eyes at that though, chuckling, as he says sarcastically, “I'm sure that would teach you a lesson.”