Happy 4th of July, Americans! For everyone else, you deserve a little Stucky anyway. Here is the Star Spangled Man with a...butt plug and a boyfriend.

This fulfills my "Stucky" square for Marvel Bingo 2019. Written for @marvelbingo on Tumblr. Enjoy xo

Pairing: Steve Rogers/James "Bucky" Barnes

Tags: exhibitionism, butt plug, cock ring, vibrating butt plug, voyeurism, teasing, half-clothed sex, wall sex, fingering, blow job, throat fucking, face fucking, orgasm control, orgasm delay/denial, dom/sub, power dynamics, top!Bucky, bottom!Steve, subspace, sex toys under clothes

Warnings: slight humiliation/degradation 

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How did Steve get here? 

It was Bucky's fault. 

Bucky knew what he was doing, the fucking tease. Neither of them wanted to be here, but Steve was being honored and he wanted Bucky there to support him. No one knew about them yet, but that didn't mean Bucky couldn't be by his side in a publically platonic way. 

Yeah, right...

30 minutes ago:

"This suit looks so good on you, baby," Bucky growled in his ear, pressed against Steve's back. His hands were roaming possessively over Steve's body, under his jacket, over the soft fabric of his suit pants. 

God, he wanted Bucky to fuck him so bad. "Bucky," he whined.

Steve's hands were pushing into the wall by his head, trying to grind back on the hard-on he could clearly feel straining against Bucky's zipper. He knew Bucky wanted this as much as he did. Why wouldn't he just push their pants down- just enough to get their dicks out- and slid between his cheeks, between his thighs, against his balls? He didn't even care how he did it as long as Bucky would just touch him.

The next moment Bucky was reaching around and tugging Steve's belt out of its metal buckle. He could've cried with relief. He would forever believe in the power of positive thinking. Bucky undid the button and zipper of his suit pants quickly before reaching a hand inside and palming at Steve's erection.

"You're so hard," Bucky noted, awe lacing this voice. Steve could only toss his head back and moan as he rocked against Bucky's rough flesh hand. Bucky licked across his neck and murmured, "Turn around," to which Steve eagerly obeyed. He was so caught up in the way Bucky was touching them that he didn't feel the sting of construction until it was strong enough to make him whimper.

He looked down between them and saw the malleable black ring sitting starkly against the flushed pink skin at the base of his shaft. "No," he sighed, defeat already clear in the single world. Steve reached out, dejected eyes still mourning his orgasm as he looked at his swelling cock, and crumpled Bucky's shirt in his fist. "Bucky, please!"

Bucky wrenched his fist away from his clothes and kissed Steve's temple. "You're going to be so good for me all night, aren't you?"

Steve mewled, pressing his cheek to his lover's. "Yes, sir."

Right now:

Bucky walked pointedly towards him from across the crowded ballroom. His eyes were dark with hunger and he was looking at Steve like he might very well bend him over the catering table and finally fuck him. Steve internally begged him to. He was within speaking distance now. Steve could just call out his name, though he knew if he tried his voice would be broken with lust. 

Just as Bucky came within reach, and Steve's shaking hand went out to touch him, Bucky steered left and brushed right by him, shoulders bumping on his way to someone else. Steve cursed the cruel, evil man for the whole two seconds before vibrations seized up his entire body and he had to slam a fist down on the small table he'd been stuck mingling at, alarming the elderly couple that was in the middle of telling him a story about their memories of Captain America from the 40s.

15 minutes ago:

"Yes, yes, yes," Steve worshipped. Bucky had him on his hands and knees in the back of the town car that was taking them to the event. He'd lifted the dividing glass and ordered, without looking over at Steve's still flushed face, "Present."

Steve had groaned loud enough that the driver surely heard it, divider or not. He'd scrambled to obey, turning over on all fours in the small space of the back seat. His shoes were resting on Bucky's lap and his head was angled awkwardly against the door but he didn't care. Bucky was finally going to fuck him right before they went inside. Bucky was the best.

Bucky didn't move though, just kept shooting orders at Steve: "Undo your belt. Pull down your pants. Spread your knees." But Bucky still hadn't moved, and as much as Steve liked to show off for him, he wished Bucky would touch him. 

When a slick finger swirled around his tight rim, Steve melted, liquid in solid form. "Oh, yes," he moaned, relief evident in his voice. "Thank you, Bucky." The brunet pushed his finger in, still sitting in the same spot, still just barely touching Steve- except for where it really mattered. 

Another finger soon joined and Steve was rocking back on them happily, mouth slack and tongue lolling out to lick his lips. Bucky curled his fingers and swiped teasingly against Steve's prostate, making the blond jerk and hit his head against the window. None of it held his attention because his cock was pulsing painfully in the cockring and he needed to come so badly, but not until Bucky's cock was inside him; that was the best way and he was willing to wait for it. 

Instead of Bucky's dick, though, when he pulled his fingers out of Steve's hole he replaced it with something else very un-cocklike. Steve's toes curled in his shoes when he realized what it was. "Bucky, fucking hell. Please!" 

Bucky pushed the butt plug deeper, testing the stretch of Steve's hole over and over until it popped inside with a wet sound and Steve's chest fell to the seat in pleasurable defeat. "Did you think I was going to fuck you, Stevie?" He did. He did think that. Steve buried his face in his hands and nodded with a whine. Bucky cooed tauntingly, "Oh, no. I'm not going to fuck you until the end of the night, and until then, you're going to be hard and leaking and shaking and I won't touch you."

The next second vibrations took what little cognizance he had left. Steve groaned filthily into his hands, humping back on the plug in a desperate attempt at satisfaction. As soon as it came, the vibrations were gone, and Bucky said, "I won't touch you, but I will be watching you." He ran his smooth metal hand up the back of Steve's bare thigh and over his clenching ass cheek. "If I see you touch yourself or misbehave in any way tonight, darling, I'm locking that beautiful prick in a cage for a week and then I'll milk you every day until you're a fumbling mess of a man and your dick feels like it's going to fall off."

Steve was going to come. Fuck the cockring, fuck how badly he wanted to behave. He was going to come if Bucky didn't shut up and stop touching him.

Jesus, Steve thought. Just a few minutes ago he'd been begging Bucky to touch him.

He took a few long, deep breaths and forced himself to settle into his fate. He had to obey Bucky. It was all he really wanted in this world- to make Bucky happy. "Yes, sir," Steve mumbled, words slurred but Bucky caught them anyway.

"Good boy," he praised. "Get yourself presentable; we're almost there."

Right now:

Steve excused himself from the mind-numbing conversation with the nice elderly lady, eyes just barely keeping open as his asshole tingled and his cock twitched harshly where he'd taped it to his thigh for the night. He was a wreck. He didn't even know where he was going. People passed by in a blur, some reaching for his attention but he just smiled a smile that he was sure betrayed him and kept walking. There were couches off in one corner that he aimed for. They were mostly empty because it was just the beginning of the night and heels hadn't ruined feet yet. 

He collapsed onto one of the stiff decorative loveseats and instantly regretted it. The plug shoved into his hole harder, knocking up against his prostate and massaging it forcefully. Steve's mouth fell open and he dropped his head back on the wall. He was panting, hips rolling down into the couch.

He'd always fantasized about Bucky doing something like this. Playing games with him in public. He loved attention- he wore a full-body stars and stripes uniform for Christ's sake. He loved Bucky's attention most, and he wanted everyone in the world to see Bucky paying Steve special attention. But when he'd fantasized about it, he was way more suave. He'd imagined Bucky whispered filthy things in his ear and Steve just smirking at their own little secret.

He wasn't nearly as covert as he needed to be right now. Anyone that cared to pay a modicum of attention to him would know exactly what he was doing. He was so going to get his ass handed to him by the powers that be for this, but he was too lost in the pleasure of it to care at the moment. 

"What are you doing?"

"Oh, fuck," Steve sighed, tears welling in his eyes. He opened his eyes to see Bucky standing over him with a raised brow. "Please," he begged, so past trying to be cool about how badly he needed his lover.

"You're meant to be thanking these nice people for coming to support you, Steve, but instead you're over here shamelessly fucking yourself on my gift." His voice was so disappointed that Steve's chest spasmed with a sob.

"I'm sorry," he admitted, voice wet and needy. "I need to come so badly, Buck."

"I know you think you do," Bucky allowed, "but what you really need," he placed the heel of one immaculate shoe on Steve's toes and ground down, making Steve gasp and roll his shoulders back, "is to pull yourself together and be a good boy."

Of course, Bucky was right. Steve was being so selfish. Bucky had given him so many nice things- a snug cockring that fit him just right, a nice round plug to keep him full and make him feel good all night- and Steve wasn't behaving. "I'm sorry, sir," Steve breathed and leaned forward, face inches from Bucky's crotch. Steve contemplated just brushing his lips across Bucky's seam for just a moment, he just needed it for a moment, but then he steeled himself and sat up straight. 

"I'll be good, I promise."

Bucky pulled him up to stand and gripped his hips for a second- not nearly long enough- before assuring, "I know you will, baby." He straightened Steve's suit jacket and then reached his hand in his pocket. The next second, the vibrations stilled and Steve slumped. "Oh, god," he languished. "You're trying to kill me."

"I could never," Bucky smirked and took the risk of swiping a thumb across Steve's bit-swollen bottom lip. "Who would suck my cock?"

Steve's eyes slipped shut again, shivering at the objectification, the cold tone in Bucky's voice. "Yes, sir." He wasn't even sure what he was agreeing with, but he knew that he wanted to be the one to suck Bucky's cock, so...

Bucky's eyes went a little darker and he pulled Steve's lip down with his thumb before dropping his hand and sighing. "I'll be turning it back on throughout the night. Keep doing what you're supposed to. Be nice to your guests, make your speech, drink your champagne. Be a good boy."

"Yes, sir." That Steve knew he wanted to agree to. "I will."

Bucky just nodded, looking Steve over from sweaty hairline to shiny shoes one more time before walking away. Steve inhaled sharply, briefly grateful for Bucky-free air just to clear his mind a little. If he could just get through this night, then surely Bucky would fuck him.

2 weeks ago:

Steve was pleasantly sore. Bucky had finally spanked him last night, after nearly a month of begging, then fucked him so hard Steve had left hand-shaped dents in the metal headboard. Steve was grinning and limping and so, so happy. He was at the stove, sausage sizzling in the pan and freshly popped toast in the toaster, when Bucky joined him. 

"Morning," Steve greeted cheerily, making Bucky flinched against the sound. 

He walked up behind Steve and ever so lightly traced fingers over Steve's sensitive ass through his underwear. "How're you feeling?" he mumbled, face tucked into Steve's neck. 

Steve sighed at the tinge of pain that shot through his body when Bucky's fingers dug in just a little bit more. "Really good," he admitted, too soft to be talking about fading red marks in the print of Bucky's metal plates left on his skin.

"Yeah?" Bucky asked and Steve nodded. "Good." The brunet stepped backward until his calves hit a chair and he sank down. They shared an easy quiet until Steve dumped breakfast on two plates and set them at the kitchen table. When Steve sat down, he had some eggs halfway to his mouth when Bucky piped up, "I really liked hurting you." 

The eggs slipped off Steve's fork as his hand went limp but his mouth stay dropped open, eyes wide. Bucky winced, realizing how terrible that sounded. "I just mean, I liked that you liked it, and the sounds-" He cut himself off and raked a shaky hand through his hair. "I would never hurt you, really hurt you," Bucky assured, eyes locked intently with Steve's, "but if you wanted me too...I would...again."

Steve was still staring, open-mouthed and frozen. He could blatantly feel the handprints on his ass and Bucky was offering to do it again? Bucky looked like he was just about to dissolve into the floor when Steve barked, "Yes. I- yes, again." He dropped his fork onto his plate and reached out to take Bucky's hand. "I would love for you to hurt me again."

The things a super soldier said to his super soldier boyfriend over breakfast.

Bucky stayed serious, evaluating him with a probing gaze and a set jaw. When he found Steve to be genuine, he cracked a grin and sank down in his seat. "Oh, thank God."

Right now:

"When injustice rains down on people that don't deserve it, it is up to us to answer the call and do right by our fellow humans. In your bravery, I am encouraged to take up my shield and stand alongside you all, fighting the fight against evil."

It was a cheesy speech, inspiring by all standards, but Steve was internally rolling his eyes. He couldn't really get into the all-American symbol of freedom mood when Bucky was standing in the crowd, smirk tilting his lips and eye-fucking Steve so hard he felt naked in front of everyone- wow, that didn't help the painful throbbing of his dick. Steve swallowed dryly, casting his eyes to somewhere else in the crowd. If he didn't hold it together, he'd never make it through the speech. 

"The real hero is- God!" Steve clenched his teeth when the vibrations started up again. Bucky was a fucking lunatic, a motherfucking cock-sucking bastard and fuck it felt so good. Steve gripped the podium so tight he heard the wood creak and shuddered through his next few words. "God," he started, not sure how to save himself, "is...good." 

He saw Bucky covering a laugh in his elbow with a cough, but this was America and rich people would be damned if they didn't go along with a 'God is good' rhetoric. They hummed and nodded in agreement so Steve kept going. "He has made us all-" His dick leaked against his thigh when the plug pressed into his prostate, dripping down his leg and no doubt soaking into his trousers. "He made us to work together. We are more alike than we are different."

He was just paraphrasing a TED talk now. He couldn't concentrate. He kept shifting, trying to get the tip of the plug right where he wanted it even though he knew that it would only make things worse. Bucky was watching him intently, waiting to see what he would do.

"Together there is nothing we can't do," Steve rambled and when he leaned his hips to the right, he got it. He pushed the growl in his chest down and let his head drop. It was so good! He just wanted to fall down to the floor and hump the stage while Bucky stood over him and told him how bad he was being. "I...I'm so," Horny. Close. Gone for you, he thought. "Bucky," he whispered, far too aroused for someone not to notice. He quickly shifted his hips back and lifted his head.

"Bucky is here with me tonight." Steve held out a shaking arm to where Bucky was standing, earning a curious narrowing of his lover's eyes. The crowd turned and applauded Bucky while the brunet nodded to them, hand still in his pocket. In retaliation, while everyone was still looking at Bucky, the vibrations rose in intensity. Steve's mouth dropped open and he quickly clamped it shut. 

So that's how they were going to play.

"Bucky is my best friend," he gritted out. The crowd turned back to him just as Bucky caught on to their game and smiled. "He's the best friend anyone could ask for." It didn't matter how Steve shifted his hips now, the tingling was nudging right up against his pleasure point and he was steadily leaking down his leg. "In fact, Bucky's more than just a friend."

Both of Bucky's brows shot up at that, but he was still delightfully curious. Steve licked his lips. "He's the best part of this whole gig," he boasted as he waved a hand around the venue. "Bucky is..." Steve leaned heavily on the podium, close enough for his crotch to brush the thick wood. "He's just a good guy." The words were playful but Steve couldn't erase the intensity in his eyes. "He's always got my back." Steve drilled visual holes into Bucky's face.

"I wouldn't be in the position I'm in without him." Bucky couldn't hold back his muffled scoff which made Steve smile wider. "I hope that one day Bucky can get the same recognition I'm receiving today." Bucky sucked on his teeth and then the vibrations kicked up another notch.

Oh, shit. Shit shit shit. No, he couldn't do it. Steve couldn't stop his hips from rocking against the wood, disguising it as shifting on his feet. "I'm gonna..." he sighed. He was going to come was what was on his tongue. "I'm gonna just..." He shuddered. "I just want to thank Bucky for standing behind me and drilling me..." He caught Bucky's eye and saw the surprised look on his lover's face. "...to be a better man."

Bucky let his lips part, forming a soft O that he ran his tongue over them lazily. Steve whimpered, then coughed to cover it, and huffed, "That's all. Thank you." He nearly ran off stage- would have if the plug wasn't shoved so forcibly into his prostate and bringing him to the teetering brink. He went straight to Bucky, wrapping him in what could be construed as a grateful hug, but really he just needed to grind into Bucky and whisper in his ear, "Please, please. Mercy."

The crowd clapped; he even earned a few 'Bravoes'. Bucky chuckled against his skin and turned the plug off again, making Steve sag and Bucky threw both arms around him to catch him just as much as hug him back. "Thank you," Steve sobbed and felt tears slip onto his cheeks. 

"Bathroom. Ten minutes," Bucky murmured and squeezed him tight before letting go and leaving Steve to the wolves. 

2 months ago:

"You're so pretty," Steve slurred, the unlabeled bottle of Asgardian liquid sloshing as he ran into Bucky's chest. His hand came up to smush Bucky's cheek and lips. "How are you so pretty?"

"You're one to talk," Bucky teased and pushed Steve to stand up on his own. "Let's get you to bed, huh, pal?"

Steve hummed. "Yeah, come to bed with me."

"No," he drawled like he was talking to a toddler. "I'm going to put you to bed."

Steve slung his arm around Bucky and pressed against him. "Yeah, come put it in me in bed."

The noise that shot from Bucky's throat was mostly shock, but all amusement. "Steve, seriously, man. What is this stuff?" he asked and held the bottle up to smell it, cringing back a moment later. "Jesus Christ."

"Wanna suck you, Buck," Steve purred, lips too pink and eyes earnest. He went to fall to his knees but Bucky caught him and patted his chest. 

"You're drunk," Bucky excused, but Steve only nodded.

"As a skunk. Now, gimme your dick."

Bucky scoffed and started leading them into Steve's bedroom. "When was the last time you got laid, buddy?"

Steve kissed up Bucky's neck and hummed at the slightly salty taste of him. "Haven't. Don't want to." Bucky opened the bedroom door and shut it behind them. "Want you."

That was almost too much of a confession for a drunk man. 

"Steve, let's not do this right now." He took the bottle from Steve, setting it on the nightstand, and then let the blond drop back onto the bed. "You need to sleep."

Steve leaned up on his elbows. Bucky was too far away. He reached for him, using his strength to pull Bucky down on top of him. Bucky was just off balance enough pulling Steve's shoes off that he fell with him. Steve licked up the shell of his ear. "I think about it all the time. You fucking me," he whispered.

"Jesus, Steve," Bucky cursed and put a hand to the bed to lift himself up. He looked down at the blond, red-faced and smiling dopily. "Don't say things like that."

"Why not?" Steve questioned, the hand not around Bucky's shoulder going down to his jeans to palm him. "It's true."

"Steve," Bucky groaned, head falling between his shoulders. "You're drunk," he reminded again.

"You don't have to tell me, Buck. I know." Steve laughed, a giggle really. He rubbed his hand against Bucky's zipper harder, bringing a leg up to curl around his hip.

"Sweet Mary. Steve, wait." 

"Language," Steve chastised just before he latched his teeth to Bucky's neck and sucked. 

Bucky finally went pliant against him and Steve sucked harder in victory. He was finally going to get to have Bucky, his Bucky. But then the brunet groaned, more pain than pleasure, and pushed Steve's hand away from his crotch. He broke out of Steve's hold and stood up from the bed, leaving the blond splayed open and confused. 

"I'll never forgive myself if I let you do this while you're drunk." He pushed his messy hair back off his face and closed his eyes, seeming to steady his thoughts before opening them and leveling Steve with a look. "If you want this in the morning then, trust me, I want to. If not, then we'll never bring it up again." 

He bent down and for just a second Steve thought he'd changed his mind, but then he was shoving Steve further onto the bed and pulling the covers out from under him. "Go to sleep. I'll see you in the morning, pal." Steve allowed himself to be covered and tucked in but when Bucky turned to leave panic ran through him and he reached out, grasping at Bucky's wrist.

"Stay," he pleaded, voice quiet but urgent. Bucky went to protest, but Steve cut him off. "Just stay with me." They stood there, balancing on the blade, until Bucky sighed and relented, crawling under the covers with Steve and pulling the blond to his chest.

"I'll always stay with you, Stevie."

Steve whined into his chest at the nickname but within minutes he was snoring.

Bucky woke up the next morning with Steve's lips wrapped around his cock.

Right now:

Steve made his way through the crowd. A woman he didn't know stopped him. "Oh, Captain. That was the most moving speech. The emotion," she urged and pulled him into an awkward hug. Awkward mostly because Steve kept his wet groin far away from her for both of their sakes. He murmured his thank you's and pushed through the throng until the bathroom came into view.

He crashed through the door and into dead silence. It was empty, thank God, but that meant Bucky wasn't there either. Steve checked the stalls just in case and then came to stand in front of the mirror to assess himself. 

Good lord, he was a mess. 

His hair had fallen out of its well-styled quiff, his bangs falling in his eyes. His face was flushed and his hairline was sweaty. His lips were bright pink and puffy from all the biting and licking. He undid his bowtie, letting it hang open, and then slid off his jacket and unbuttoned the top button of his shirt just to get some air. The flush on his face trailed all the way down his neck and into his collarbones. 

The door to the bathroom opened and Steve tensed until he realized it was the man he'd been begging for all night. The blond turned and must've have been a sight because Bucky whispered a low fuck before locking the door. Steve was on him in a heartbeat, sucking on his lip and growling into a kiss. 

"Bucky, Bucky, please," Steve begged, clutching to the brunet frantically and shoving his tongue into Bucky's mouth. 

"Tell me what you want, Steve," Bucky breathed, voice too even for Steve's liking. He ducked his head down and started on a hickey right above Bucky's shirt collar, making the man groan. "Steve," Bucky warned, but he couldn't hear him. He wanted more. More skin, more taste, more Bucky. Vibrations pulsed up his spine, making Steve cry out and clutch onto Bucky's shoulder to stay upright. Bucky leaned back enough to look Steve in the eye. "Tell me what you want."

Steve's eyes fluttered shut. How could he come up with a comprehensive list at a time like this? "I want...Bucky. I want you." He didn't hold back his hips then; There were no more grannies or fan girls to stop him. He rolled his erection against Bucky as best he could and puffed with pride at the beginnings of a hard-on he felt. 

"Not enough, baby. Tell me," Bucky instructed. Steve just whined, licking along Bucky's tan neck. Bucky grabbed a fistful of hair and tugged his head back, stepping back enough that Steve couldn't rock against him anymore. "You're not listening, Stevie."

Steve whined. He knew that voice. That was Bucky's "you've been a bad boy" voice. "I'm sorry, sir. Please, please." His mind was mostly mush at this point, but he knew enough to know that Bucky liked to hear him beg.

"I'll ask you one more time. If you don't answer me like I know you can, I'm going to put you over my knee right here and turn that perfect ass red."

Steve surged forward, trying to get to Bucky, but then yelped when Bucky's hold didn't lessen in his hair. "Okay," he gasped. Bucky didn't let his hair go, but used it to bring Steve close again, kissing him hard. 

"What do you want?" Bucky asked, slow and even.

Steve squeezed his eyes closed, trying to push past the slick plug stretching his hole and the tight ring making his dick pulse and the hand in his hair and Bucky's cologne in his nostrils. He was two seconds from falling to the floor to worship at Bucky's feet, but Bucky gave him a task and he was expected to obey.

"I want..." Steve licked his lips. "I want you to- to touch me." He voice broke as he finally got it out. He'd wanted Bucky to touch him all night.

"What else?" Bucky prompted.

Steve swallowed and tried again. "I want you to kiss me."

"And?"

Bucky always knew when he was holding back.

Steve broke, tears finally falling freely down his face. His chest shook with sobs. "I want to kneel at your feet and worship you. I want to touch every inch of your body. I want you to grab me and leave bruises that I'll feel for the rest of the night." He sucked in a breath and kept going. "I want you to pick me up and hold me against a wall and fuck me until I can't remember my name."

When Steve opened his eyes, Bucky was gazing at him with undiluted pride in his eyes and a small, fond smile on his lips. "Good boy," he hummed, hand reaching around Steve to play with the blunt end of the plug. Steve yelped but pushed back into the pressure. "I knew you could do it," Bucky extolled. "And guess what?"

"Wh-what?" Steve studdered.

"Because you were so, so good tonight and because you told me exactly what you want, you can have it."

Relief coursed through Steve's blood, making more tears rush down his cheeks. "Thank you," he sputtered, unsure how he was still speaking. Bucky made a cooing sound at him, deep in his throat, and pet Steve's hair while he tilted his head and assessed the blond. 

He cupped the back of Steve's head and said, "Knees." In the next moment, Steve melted to the floor, knees hitting softly and head lolling against Bucky's hip. "You're such a good boy," Bucky acclaimed as his hands went to his suit pants. Steve reached up in excitement and tried to help-but mostly hindered- Bucky get his pants down. When the brunet pushed his briefs past his balls, Steve surged up and enveloped one of Bucky's heavy balls, then the other.

"Oh, Steve," Bucky huffed, finger raking through his hair. "You love it, don't you. You just love my cock."

It was boastful and also 100% true. Steve showed him how much as he tilted Bucky's tip towards his lips and sucked around his blunt head. A grunt fell off Bucky's lips and he slid deeper into Steve's mouth. "Be a good boy," he warned and went deeper, hitting the back of Steve's throat and making him gag, but Steve didn't pull back, just let the sensation roll through him and settle in his stomach. "That's it," Bucky praised. "My good boy."

Steve preened, hands going around Bucky's thighs just to feel, just to explore the hidden muscle beneath the fabric. Bucky was so solid, so firm, and he conformed Steve to his liking- which is exactly who Steve wanted to be. He drooled around Bucky's dick, letting his lover fuck his throat, deep and hard, until Bucky cursed and pulled out. "Stand up," he panted, hands tugging at Steve's suit to get him to stand. "Get your pants open."

The blond hurried to comply, tugging open his pants too fast and ripping his zipper. They both paused for a tense silent second before Bucky's laugh filled the air. Steve scowled and leaned in for a kiss to shut him up. "I have to wear these the rest of the night," he complained.

"Oh, baby," Bucky teased. "You've been ruined all night. There's no saving it." He tucked his hands inside Steve's underwear and slid everything down his thighs. "Don't worry about it. I like seeing you like this."

Well, if Bucky liked it...

Steve wrapped his arms around Bucky's neck, kissing him with a messy lack of precision. He was so fuzzy he was surprised his lips landed on Bucky's at all. He dick was uncovered but still strapped to his thigh, and Bucky was just squeezing his ass like he hadn't a care in the world. 

"Buck," Steve whined. Bucky only hummed and backed them up until Steve's back hit the bathroom wall. The brunet's hips hit his and made Steve gasp with need. "Oh, Buck."

"You're so pretty," Bucky rumbled. Steve tilted his chin up, asking Bucky to give his neck some attention. Bucky chuckled but did, licking then sucking at his Adam's apple. "Do you remember? You said that to me the night you tried to seduce me."

Steve groaned. "Don't remind me. I was so drunk."

Bucky dipped hands under Steve's thighs and heaved them up around his waist, pressing the blond into the wall. "I was this close to fucking you that night. I wanted you so badly, baby," he revealed as he crashed their erections together. "You don't understand how tempting you are."

Steve pawed at Bucky's shoulder, fingers sliding against soft fabric. "You're one to talk. I've been dying for it all night." It was way easier to admit than it probably should've been. 

"I could tell. I'm surprised you haven't come in your pants yet, sweetheart," Bucky taunted. He punctuated his words with a roll of his hips against the warm backs of Steve's thighs. The blond groaned, just as frustrated as he was turned on.

"Buck, stop it. Just fuck me already," Steve implored. "And get this-" He huffed, trying to awkwardly reach between them. "Untape my fucking dick so I can finally come."

Bucky slapped his hand away before bringing it quickly back to hold up his sturdy lover. "Don't touch what's mine, Stevie. If I want you to come, you'll know."

Steve glared down towards the brunet. He'd waited all night, been so good. "Bucky, don't be mean," he hissed, voice more desperate than he intended.

In response, Bucky simply nuzzled his nose under Steve's jaw and licked up the pulsing vein in his neck. "Baby, I'm the worst," he rumbled. There was a small amount of shuffling and then Steve felt something smooth drop into his lap. He looked down and saw a travel size bottle of lube. "Open it," Bucky ordered. 

Steve picked it up, aware of the peace offering it was meant to be. Just as he snicked open the cap, he felt probing fingers at his wet, stretched hole. He moaned, clenching tight reflexively. Bucky hummed in delight, kissing along his jaw and neck. "Relax. Let me get it out so I can get inside that tight, warm ass." 

Absolutely filthy. Steve's mind was hazy at best and Bucky's voice was sin and he needed to come so badly and-

"Yes," he breathed and felt his whole body melt in Bucky's strong arms. 

Bucky was tugging on the plug and it felt so good that Steve had to consciously remember not to bear down on it. It made a slick sound as it popped out and the emptiness made Steve gasp. He didn't like the feeling. "Fuck me," he demanded. "Please, Buck, I need it."

"Be patient, Stevie. I'm enjoying myself here." Bucky dropped the plug on the small couch beside them and came back to squeeze and mold Steve's ass cheek in his hand. "I've been dreaming of this ass all night," he revealed. "You in this suit. Cock hard and leaking. Hot and desperate for it." Bucky groaned and let his forehead fall to Steve's shoulder.

Steve pawed at the back of Bucky's neck and shoulders. "Take me, Buck."

Bucky growled, mouth pressed to Steve's sweaty collarbone. He opened this lips to nip at it before leaning back and holding his hand out to the blond. "Get 'em wet, baby."

Steve was eager, maybe too eager, as he drizzled lube over Bucky's fingers...and palm...and his own lap. Bucky just laughed, too turned on to care and lifted Steve up just enough with his metal arm to get his slick fingers under his lover's ass and push two inside. He was warm and soft and Bucky moaned at the promise of what he knew it would feel like around his dick. Steve squeezed tight around the digits and rocked his hips down to get them deeper.

Bucky pushed them into Steve's hole with a hurried force that he normally wouldn't when Steve was so far down, but he knew his lover needed to feel him and Bucky was all too happy to comply. "I liked your speech," he noted and it could've been the beginning of a completely normal conversation had it not been for the rumble below the words and the whined it pulled from the blond. A whine that made Bucky grin devilishly. "You were so open," he curled his fingers just how Steve liked and made his back arch off the wall, "so raw. If I didn't know any better, I'd say you almost came up there in front of everybody."

"Bucky," Steve sobbed, voice wet and airy.

The brunet added the third finger and reveled in the clench and subsequent loosening of Steve's hole. He pressed all three deeper and searched out the soft nub. Steve's fingers scratched along Bucky's back when he located it, making Bucky hiss and rock his hips against Steve's flushed, taped prick.

He couldn't wait anymore. Bucky pulled his fingers out, lifted Steve up, and sat him down hard on his cock. Steve cried out, hands forming claws on Bucky's shoulders as Bucky buried deep inside him. Bucky wrapped his arms tight around Steve's slim waist and immersed himself in the scent of Steve's cologne and lust. Steve let his head fall back against the wall and smiled up at the ceiling.

"Finally," he breathed. They stayed like that, breathing hard and wrapped around each other until Steve clenched hard and shivered. "Buck," he begged, voice broken over the single syllable. "I need you to fuck me."

Bucky soaked up the love and desperation in those six words and felt a fire spread through his veins. If Steve wanted to be fucked, then god dammit he'd do it. He slipped his hands down to take hold of Steve's hips, loving the feel of the soft skin under both metal and flesh fingertips, and shifted enough to pull out halfway before slamming back in. Steve's mouth dropped open and begged to be invaded so Bucky claimed it with his own and swiped his tongue against the blond's. With each lick and kiss and bite, Bucky fucked into Steve harder and harder until Steve had tears streaming down his cheeks and he was liquid in Bucky's arms.

Bucky broke their kiss to get a good look at Steve's face to find him with eyes blissfully closed and mouth pulled into a serene smile. His baby was so far gone, and he'd brought him there. Fuck, Steve was hot and needy and so happy and Bucky could feel the tinglings of his orgasm creeping across his groin. He shifted his hands to spread Steve's cheeks wide and used the grip to pull him down on his cock as he thrust up into him.

"Baby, you're so good," Bucky murmured as his grip grew tighter on the blond's ass, needing to show Steve how much he loved him. "My perfect, brilliant boy. You make me crazy, Stevie." Steve whined and wiggled on Bucky's cock, urging him to go faster. "I want you all the time. I need you. I need you forever, Steve, fuck."

Bucky pressed his hips to Steve's ass and filled him with a sigh, eyes squeezed shut and forehead resting on the valley between Steve's pecs. Steve fingers were shaky and lightly wandering through Bucky's hair and down his neck. Once Bucky regained his breathing enough to open his eyes, he wrapped one arm around Steve's ass and slipped the other between them to peel back the thin tape holding the blond's leaking dick to his thigh.

Steve sighed in relief when it popped up into the air, but when Bucky reached for him, he moaned and laid a hand over Bucky's to stop him. "The night isn't over," Steve whimpered.

Bucky cooed at him, kissing his shoulder. "But you waited so long and you did so well making me come." A shudder ran down Steve's spine, making him tightened around Bucky's softening dick inside him which pulled a groan from the brunet. Bucky smoothed his hand up Steve's stomach and chest, swirling his fingers in soothing patterns across his sweaty shirt. "You deserve it," he assured.

Steve nodded, head heavy and smile back on his face. "I do," he agreed, "but I want to make it through the whole night like you asked." His hand curled around Bucky's and brought it up to his lips to kiss. "Will you put the plug back in? I want to keep you inside me."

"My cum?" Bucky asked. He leaned in but shifted further out of Steve's hole. "You want to keep my cum inside you for the rest of the night, stuffed full of me so when I fuck you later you'll be wet and ready for me?"

Steve bit down on the fingers against his lips and groaned. "Yes, please," he begged.

Bucky lifted Steve the rest of the way off his dick and lowered the blond to his feet. He manhandled Steve to face the wall and then bent him over, ass sporting barely-there discoloration where Bucky's metal fingers were. "Clench tight, baby. Don't let out a single drop," Bucky ordered and Steve whined before his hole puckered closed.

The brunet picked the plug up from the couch and took it over to the sink to wash it. "You know," he said offhandedly, "if someone walked in right now, they'd see you bent in half with my cum inside you. They'd see how desperate you are and they'd know you've been a little slut all night."

Steve's fingers curled around his calves. "Bucky."

"I'm just saying," he continued as he towel-dried the plug, "they all think you're such an innocent boy, but they have no idea how filthy you are." He came back to Steve with the clean plug and swiped it across Steve's slick rim. Steve pushed back on it futilely. "You'd love for them to see you like this, wouldn't you?" His hand squeezed at Steve's ass. "You know how pretty you look when you've been fucked."

Bucky pressed the tip of the plug into Steve and soaked up the beautiful gasp he earned. "Everyone would know, Stevie." He plugged the plug deeper and Steve's puffy rim stretched around it. "Everyone would know how easy you are for it." The plug popped inside and nestled deep, making Steve moan and then go lax. Bucky pulled him up to his chest, one hand going to his prick, squeezing just this side of painfully, and the other to his hair, tugging hard enough to make Steve drop his jaw. "Everyone would know you belong to me," he growled and bit down on Steve's shoulder.

Steve's knees gave out and Bucky had to wrap a quick arm around his waist to keep him on his feet. The blond's eyes were closed and Bucky knew he was too far gone to go back out there. He supposed he'd just have to take Steve home and straighten him out there. 

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This is just screaming for a part two, I think. I can't promise anything yet, but what do you guys think? Should I take Steve home and have Bucky do bad things to him?

Mwah! Xoxo, Jess