Coming so fast isn't a bad thing, per se... but there's so much more
to sex than just a race to the finish line. And Bucky will be happy to
demonstrate, as soon as he manages to pull himself together again. Which
takes just a second. He isn't sure there's any blood left to get to his
brain, just at this very second.
The first thing he does, though, is start to push halfheartedly at Steve's
head with the hand still in his hair - Steve's taking a little too long to
get off him, and he's inching from pleasure into too much. And once
Steve slides back, Bucky's left leaning heavily against the tree, eyes
still a little glazed and chest heaving as he tries to focus his eyes on
the big, dumb blonde on his knees in the forest floor, with the big, dumb
smirk on his face and those wide, blown eyes and oh, fuck, does Bucky want
to return the favor.
It's a weird, sudden, overwhelming urge; yeah, Bucky's thought about
it, doing this for Steve, but he'd never quite been sure how to feel about
it. They'd been taking things pretty slow - not in a bad way, but working
Steve up to getting used to being touched, and maybe, even though he's
never said it, working Bucky through the fact that he's dating a guy now.
Sometimes it's still just a little... he doesn't know. It's never what he'd
pictured. He's not sorry. He's not unhappy. He's just still a little
unsure, when it's never something he'd seen himself doing.
But right now, he can very much see himself doing this for Steve, his skin
still skittering with little warm sparklers all over, his cock cooling
against his thigh, now that Steve's finally, thank God, let him go. Bucky
slides his hands away from the tree, out of Steve's hair, to plant them on
the big hands at his hips, squeezing a little to encourage Steve to let up.
There are definitely gonna be bruises - and Bucky is gonna wear
them, proudly, as long as they'll last.
"No? Well, that's good. 'Cause I wanna get down there with you." Bucky
still feels slow and sloppy with orgasm, but there's a plan hatching in the
back of his brain, even as he asks, laughing a little, "Good God, Stevie.
You fuckin' - were you trying to make it a race?"
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Coming so fast isn't a bad thing, per se... but there's so much more to sex than just a race to the finish line. And Bucky will be happy to demonstrate, as soon as he manages to pull himself together again. Which takes just a second. He isn't sure there's any blood left to get to his brain, just at this very second.
The first thing he does, though, is start to push halfheartedly at Steve's head with the hand still in his hair - Steve's taking a little too long to get off him, and he's inching from pleasure into too much. And once Steve slides back, Bucky's left leaning heavily against the tree, eyes still a little glazed and chest heaving as he tries to focus his eyes on the big, dumb blonde on his knees in the forest floor, with the big, dumb smirk on his face and those wide, blown eyes and oh, fuck, does Bucky want to return the favor.
It's a weird, sudden, overwhelming urge; yeah, Bucky's thought about it, doing this for Steve, but he'd never quite been sure how to feel about it. They'd been taking things pretty slow - not in a bad way, but working Steve up to getting used to being touched, and maybe, even though he's never said it, working Bucky through the fact that he's dating a guy now. Sometimes it's still just a little... he doesn't know. It's never what he'd pictured. He's not sorry. He's not unhappy. He's just still a little unsure, when it's never something he'd seen himself doing.
But right now, he can very much see himself doing this for Steve, his skin still skittering with little warm sparklers all over, his cock cooling against his thigh, now that Steve's finally, thank God, let him go. Bucky slides his hands away from the tree, out of Steve's hair, to plant them on the big hands at his hips, squeezing a little to encourage Steve to let up. There are definitely gonna be bruises - and Bucky is gonna wear them, proudly, as long as they'll last.
"No? Well, that's good. 'Cause I wanna get down there with you." Bucky still feels slow and sloppy with orgasm, but there's a plan hatching in the back of his brain, even as he asks, laughing a little, "Good God, Stevie. You fuckin' - were you trying to make it a race?"