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Barnes can’t deny just how much he fucking loves it when Steve holds him down and rails into him, how he lives for the rare times Steve lets himself go and gives them what they both need. He can’t—no, won’t deny just how badly he aches for the way Steve’s fingers drill bruises into the pale flesh of his ass as the captain levers the firm globes apart, or how he all but gags on his sounds when Steve’s fingers find his hair and uses that to hold on to while he moves.
And Bucky will never deny how much he fucking loves being fucked through an orgasm, his scream being cut short when Rogers just keeps moving, and God the sergeant can hardly breathe through the over-sensitivity and the painful pleasure of his lover’s hands on his body, the thickness still spearing into him brutally and perfectly and soon enough Bucky is completely silent. His eyes are rolled back and he’s shaking, mouth open and fucking drooling on the duvet, half laying in his own puddle of cum as his lover drills into him and he can’t even muster the breath for a whine or a begging ‘please’ for more, for less, for something. His cock is hard again and he wants to come but he can’t even move his arms, he’s so fucked out.
A startled yelp is pulled from him when Steve’s hand slipped beneath him and gripped his swollen, painfully sensitive cock and began stroking, pulling more pleasure-pained sounds from the sergeant. Bucky couldn’t deny just how fucking good that felt, Steve dragging another orgasm out of him, even if he had wanted to. And that was what the captain was doing, bringing him off a second time whether his body would handle it or not, and kept the rapid, brutal snaps of his hips against Bucky’s ass going strong, the sounds of their flesh slapping filling the room and probably perfectly audible to their neighbours.
And Bucky didn’t give even half of a flying fuck about that, not when his second orgasm of the night was tearing through him and pulling a thick groan from his throat that was choked off short by a round of particularly harsh thrusts into him.
He didn’t even need to say anything, that he couldn’t take anymore there, that he needed a break or something needed to change, before Steve was pulling out and slipping the condom off of his cock. Bucky rolled over slowly, his hip smeared in the wet splash of spunk across the comforter he laid upon, and Steve was looming above him, hand slipping into Bucky’s hair and twisting his fingers in the brown locks.
Bucky couldn’t’ve helped the shattered whine of want that burst from him at that if he wanted to, and he gladly moved where the harsh hand in his hair led him, opening his moist, panting mouth and swallowing his lover’s thick cock with great enthusiasm.
He fucking loved it when Steve let go and fucked him hard, and fast, and raw into the mattress before holding him still by his hair and took his mouth with as much gusto and need. He fucking loved it when Steve allowed himself to just selfishly and mindlessly take, even if it came at the cost of being hyped up on adrenaline after a particularly close call on a mission.
Either way, Bucky would moan and gag around Steve Rogers’ cock as he half laid, half kneeled in the evidence of his two orgasms, with Steve’s hand in his hair keeping his head up for the plundering girth between his lips.