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When Sam’s able to tell him, they’re in the bath. This bathtub. They love this bathtub. When they’re stressed on missions, and they need to slow their heart rate down, one of them will say, “Okay, just a little bit more and then we’ll be in the bathtub. Think of the bathtub—“ and that’s enough.
So Sam tells him in the bathroom. And he feels Bucky’s arms tense just slightly around him.
Bucky takes a second before he mumbles, “What do you mean?”
Sam decides to repeat himself. “Can you call me names? During sex?”
“Like…” He can hear Bucky swallow. “Bad names?”
Sam turns in his arms, quiet little splashes around them in the bathtub. He trusts Bucky with this, and if it’s a no-go, that’s fine, but... “Yeah.”
Bucky kisses his temple, kisses his cheek. “But I love you.”
“I know,” Sam laughs softly. “That’s why I’m asking. Because I know you love me.” He backs away to look Bucky in the face. “I know you respect me.”
Bucky’s brow furrows. “So because I respect you, you want me to degrade you?”
Sam thinks about it, thinks about how to reframe it, but sometimes Bucky just gets it and this may be that time. “Yeah, pretty much.”
Bucky frowns slightly. “I’ll need to research.” He leans forward and Sam lets him kiss him some more. “I just have sweet words for you now.”
“Well,” Sam says, “You can say those now. Get them outta your system.”
“Mm, just practical,” he says, mouthing at Sam’s skin, his fingers pruny and perfect down his torso. “God, you’re perfect to me.”
“Bucky…” he sighs.
“Wanna give you everything.” It feels like a promise.
He researches.
Bucky really does his fucking research.
Because the next week, when Sam playfully swats away Bucky’s wandering hands, smirking and teasing him with, “Oh, stranger, you don’t understand, my boyfriend’s so strong—“ his favorite weird half-roleplay that makes Bucky laugh normally, when that’s happening…
Bucky grabs him a little tighter. “Your boyfriend knows you too well,” he says, his voice low enough that Sam’s eyes widen in anticipation. “He knows what you are.”
Sam exhales sharply.
Bucky’s eyes are dark. “Whore.”
“Oh,” Sam says. Because…oh. He’s doing it.
Bucky drops the act for a second, leveling with Sam. “Tell me if it’s wrong, all right?”
Sam’s lips quirk up for a moment. “Yeah, okay.” But then Bucky lays a hand on the back of his neck and licks a stripe up his throat, which makes his knees nearly buckle.
“Uh-huh,” Bucky says, clicking his tongue once as he exerts his strength carefully, the way Sam loves when he feels safe. And he’s feeling so fucking safe, and alert, and excited. “Needy for it, huh?”
“Oh, God,” Sam breathes. “Yeah.”
“Yeah? Know I’m gonna give it to you?” Bucky teases, harsh kisses against his jaw. “What is it you want?”
“Want you.”
“Keep going.”
“Come on, want you.”
Bucky’s eyes are dark again when he looks into Sam’s face with intensity and lust. “What do you want, slut?”
Sam fights a moan, his lips wet and parted. The slut. It’s him. Fuck. It’s him. And he needs to say what he wants. What he wants so bad. What the slut like him wants so bad.
“Your cock,” he murmurs.
“Louder.”
“I want your cock,” Sam finds his voice to be different. He wishes it was deep and husky, like Bucky’s is. But he finds it like a whine.
Bucky seems to find the same as he smirks. “So fucking needy for cock,” he teases. But he backs Sam into the couch, where he can fish around for…something. Sam watches his arm until he finds a small bottle of lube and he realizes Bucky must’ve hidden it for moments like these. “Take off your clothes.”
Sam does, wordless and obedient. The names echo in his mind, making his fingers shake and his heart beat faster. Whore. Slut. Needy for cock. He tugs off his clothes under Bucky’s hungry gaze.
“Such a good slut, getting naked for me,” Bucky’s growling, hovering his body over Sam’s. “Flip over, lemme see you.”
Sam does it, groaning with the feeling of hands on his back, over his ass, spreading his cheeks. Bucky pauses, just opening him, it seems. Sam buries his face in a throw pillow as he imagines Bucky just staring at his hole like this.
Bucky hums. “Pretty cunt.” Sam grinds his hips against the couch before he can help it. “You like that, baby? That’s what this is, isn’t it?” And now Bucky’s pouring lube over him, rubbing at the rim. “Pretty little cunt, gonna take my cock nice.”
“God, please.” Sam doesn’t know how long he can last like this. He feels himself sinking fast, needing everything and fast.
“Gonna give you what you need, slut,” he says, finally pressing a finger in. “God, probably don’t need much prep, knowing you. Always ready for it.” And Sam can’t argue with that. Being with Bucky, beyond the intimacy and trust and joy, had had the unintended side effect of returning his sex drive to that of a 20-year-old, it seemed. He was always ready, especially lately.
But Bucky still does prep him, fingering him and holding him down until he’s whining again, gasping for it. “Please,” Sam begs. “Please, need it.”
“Yeah? Need my cock? Say it.”
“Need your cock,” Sam says, choking on a sob when Bucky rubs insistently on his prostate. “Please!” He exclaims, because if he comes without his cock inside of him, he’ll die.
“Shh,” Bucky shushes. “Needy whore. Begging and leaking. Let’s feel.” Sam nearly cries when Bucky feels underneath him, gripping his hard cock, rubbing beads of pre-come around the head. He laughs. “So wet for me. So fucking wet for me, baby.”
“Oh, god,” Sam whines. “Please.”
“Yeah, you need a dick in you,” Bucky sighs out. Sam relaxes when Bucky tugs his hips up. “Come here.” He slides in smoothly and slowly and so fucking perfectly that Sam sighs in contentment. “Yeah…yeah, that’s what this sweet hole needed. Right?”
“Yeah,” Sam sighs. He folds his head on the pillow, content to be pulled and pushed to his limit. He lets a smile bloom on his face.
“Sweetest little cunt I’ve ever felt,” Bucky murmurs, pushing into him amid wet and filthy squelches of his slicked hole. “I don’t know how you’re always this tight. You get fucked enough that you shouldn’t be this tight.” Bucky leans over him and bites his earlobe. “Maybe you do need to be fucked more.”
“Want it,” Sam mumbles, losing coherent by the second. “More.”
“Just keep my cock in you until I get soft, yeah?” Bucky’s panting now, too, rocking Sam’s body with force. “Fuck you with toys in between?”
Sam pictures it, being filled up all day with dicks, flesh and silicone alike. Have Bucky’s disinterested face fuck him with a toy, just to keep him full and fucked.
Bucky seems to know, laughing low. “Yeah, my slut would like that, wouldn’t he?”
“Yeah,” Sam answers. “Fuck, I’m close.”
Bucky surges in deep, thrusting almost impossibly strong. “God, lemme feel it.” And now he’s the one begging. “Let me feel that greedy cunt come on my cock.”
It’s fucking messy is what it is. They have to flip the cushions over until they order new ones. Sam’s embarrassed. Bucky dramatically frowns when they throw the couch cushions out. “That was some of my best work.”
“You got me to sink before we got into the fucking bedroom.” But it’s only half a complaint. Sam’s smiling when Bucky wraps his arms around him. “Also, where the fuck else do you have lube hidden?”
Bucky’s eyes light up. “Guess we’ll have to find out.”