Mouth fingering (nsfw)
Steve's fingers delve into Bucky's throat, curling into his tonsils like they're looking for a sweet spot, three of them pressed in, prodding until Bucky heaves out a choke, eyes watering, nose wet.
Steve smirks, letting out a satisfied ‘Mmm’ at Bucky's sounds, “Goddamn you're nasty, look at you, fucking drooling all over yourself.” He fucks his fingers through the wet of his mouth, down into Bucky's throat as far as they'll go like he would his cock.
Like a good little hole Bucky takes them, sucking and choking on them. His eyes stay locked up on Steve's, red and flowing tears.
Uncontrollably, Steve grinds the heft of his dick up against Bucky's cheek, smearing his saliva into his face as he eagerly takes Steve's fingers in deeper, coughing through it.
“You'll let me do anything won't you, let me fingerfuck your throat and you'll like it won't you?”
Since he can say anything beyond a gurbled noise, Bucky nods around the hand in his mouth.
“Yeah, it doesn't matter to you, so long as you're getting one hole stuffed your happy.”
Bucky looks up dreamily, heaving around Steve's fingers as they continue their merciless pressing.
Steve's dick aches and finally he pulls his fingers free, allowing Bucky to breathe some, “You better get some air,” he starts, voice deep. “can't have my hole dying out on me, I mean I guess I could replace you but then I'd have to train them to take cock like you, and well,” he tsks, politely combing Bucky's sweatslicked hair back with his fingers, wet ones included, “That may take a lot of time that I don't have.”
Bucky sighs out contently, pupils blown, breath jagged, with his mouth open wide. So Steve takes his opportunity, grasping Bucky's hair with one hand and his own dick with the other as he slowly feeds it into the wet space of Bucky's open mouth.
Quickly he works up a pace until he's straight fucking Bucky's throat, pounding it in hard strokes just like he would his asshole.
And Bucky takes it, choking and gagging, then gasping for air as Steve pulls away.
Tears run down Bucky's face and he sniffles snot and it should be nasty...but its really far from it. Steve grins, wiping his thumb through the tear lines going down his cheek, “What's wrong baby, what's got you crying, huh?”
Bucky looks up, eyes red, expression like his little hearts broken but he opens up wide wanting more. Knows he doesn't even need to say anything for steve to give him what he needs. Steve obliges without question and goes back to fucking Bucky's face.
“Yeah you little fuckin’ hole,” he growls, “cry from how bad you fucking need it,” Steve continues, pulling Bucky's wet face deep onto his cock until he has to yank him back again to breathe.
A trail of spit runs out of Bucky's mouth, thick and wet and rabid, but he just let's it flow like he knows he's supposed to.
“Say thank you,” Steve demands, curling Bucky's hair up into his fist to keep his head looking up at him, allowing buckys hands ti squeeze into his thighs.
Bucky gasps, fluttering his lashes to look up through glassy eyes, pupils all big and dark, “Thank you sir,” he responds softly, sounding phlegmy and hoarse.
Steve grins, “Now open up again,” he requests and instantly Bucky obeys.
Without warning Steve gathers saliva in his own mouth, looking down at the fucked out expression of buckys face kneeled below him before he spits it straight into Bucky's open mouth. Bucky flinches from it, blinking hard at the suddenness, but keeps his mouth open, steves spit sitting against his tongue.
Softly, Steve caresses Bucky's jaw, “Now swallow,” he requests.
And like the good hole he is Bucky does, swallowing softly before opening his eyes up again to repeat, “Thank you sir.”