Guys, this took me way longer than I thought and it's a bit longer than the other part but man they get up to some shit in this one. Read the tags. Enjoy xo

Tags: Dom/sub, Power dynamics, Orgasm denial/control, Humiliation, Degradation, Slut-shaming, Cock rings, Exhibitionism, Face-fucking, Deepthroating, Gagging, Pet play, Frottage, Breathplay, Rope play, Fingering, Sex toys, Dirty talk, Rimming, Somnophilia (just a wee tiny bit)

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Steve was little more than a handsome armpiece by the time he and Bucky left the bathroom. He was leaning heavily on Bucky's thick frame, tear tracks still staining his cheeks and lips obscenely red from kisses and bites. Bucky had a tight arm around his waist, the only thing keeping him on his feet when he really wanted to be on his knees. 

The bathroom hallway led back out to the grand ballroom where guests were still milling about sipping champagne and pretending to care about people they hadn't talked to since the last event. Steve couldn't fathom speaking to single one of them and was eternally grateful when Bucky turned and steered them around the outskirts of the room towards the service door. They went through, turning swiftly and veering down the dim hallway. 

The sudden change in direction made Steve's ripped suit pants rub harshly against his swollen cock while the plug dug deeper inside him. His knees gave out with a shocked groan and he went loose, nearly pulling both he and Bucky to the floor. Bucky caught him though- always catches him- and pulled Steve flush to his chest. "We're almost there," he whispered, voice broken with desire. "The car is just outside. Then, we'll get home and I'll take you again."

Steve gasped, pressing his face to Bucky's neck. "Buck, I can't. Now, please. Just-" His hand curled around Bucky's wrist and brought it to his busted zipper. "Just touch me a little, please."

It would take a much stronger man than Bucky to deny Steve that when he sounded that way. Bucky's palm pressed solidly against the blatant outline of Steve's arousal, relishing in the near painful whine it caused. Steve wrapped his arms around Bucky's neck, holding on for dear life and he rocked against the hand. He was, had been for hours, pressing the edge of his orgasm, and he knew at that moment he was going to come, dry and forcefully, despite the cockring. 

Then Bucky's hand gripped him hard and he whispered in Steve's ear, "Don't you dare. You've been so good for me, baby. You can wait until I'm in you."

"Fuck," Steve panted, eyes watering again. He needed to come so badly, but he needed to make Bucky happy more. Making Bucky happy was everything. "Yes, sir," he finally yielded. His reward was the urgent press of Bucky's lips to his quivering ones. An arm went around Steve's waist again and then they were walking- well Bucky was walking, nearly running actually, while he dragged Steve with him, who was distracted by leaving kisses down the long column of Bucky's neck- to the back door and outside. 

When the cool night air hit Steve's overheated skin, his eyes fluttered shut in relief and he smiled, dazed. "Feels nice," he mumbled and a chuckle rumbled in Bucky's chest. Steve loved the sound of Bucky's laugh. All of them. Each and every one. 

The one he gave Steve when the blond was being cute and didn't realize it. The one he tossed into the air when he was having a good time and didn't care who saw. The one only for Steve when they were intimate and he was delighted by something Steve had done. 

That last one was his favorite.

Steve's ass hit a seat, gently but still so hard in his current state, before he realized they were getting in the car that brought them. Bucky practically threw him inside, climbing in over him and letting the driver shut the door behind them. Steve's head didn't even have time to hit the seat before it was supported in Bucky's hand and being lifted to kiss his lover again. 

"You're so good," Bucky whined, low like he didn't even mean to say it. His mouth trickled down Steve's jaw and to his neck where Bucky latched his teeth and sucked. Hard. Steve's back bowed off the seat, their erections coming together like lovers in their own right. "Yeah, just like that, Stevie," Bucky cooed, hands roaming down and over Steve's body in distracted patterns. "I can't wait to ruin you, baby boy."

That was funny to Steve. Ridiculous even. He laughed deliriously, brain floating somewhere inside his skull. Bucky hummed and asked, "What is it?"

Steve shook his head. It was so obvious. "I'm already ruined, Buck." 

Bucky gripped his chin tight in one hand, tilting Steve's face to look him dead in the eye. Steve tracked Bucky's tongue as it swiped over his lips before Bucky narrowed his eyes and countered, "No, you aren't."

Steve actually whimpered, couldn't help it. It wasn't a threat, it was a promise. A fact. Fuck, Steve so was dead. He lifted his legs to wrap them around Bucky's waist, wrinkling his jacket under his thighs. He wanted to ruin Bucky just a fraction of how ruined Steve felt right now. He wanted Bucky panting and cursing and squeezing him with grips that left bruises.

He flung an arm around Bucky's shoulders and held him close, lips moving together in a messy rhythm. "I want-" Steve gasped, "I want you." 

"I know, baby. We're almost there."

Steve made a childish sound of discontent before reaching his other hand down to grab Bucky through his suit pants. The brunet groaned, pressing his face to Steve's neck and sucking on the mark he'd begun. "I can't, Buck. I need- I need it." If he didn't get Bucky inside of him in the next ten seconds, he was going to explode...or pass out. "Fuck my face," he offered, eager and blunt. 

Bucky's grip on his hip tighten and Steve knew there would be some discoloration there tomorrow. He grinned at the thought. "We're almost home. Just a little-"

"Bucky." Steve surged up and thrust his tongue into Bucky's mouth, coaxing the other man's tongue out and into his own mouth to suck on it. The sound Bucky made deep in his throat had shivers running down Steve's spine. 

He knew he'd won when Bucky's grip in the shorts of his hair yanked and broke their kiss. "Scoot down the seat," he ordered and Steve could've backflipped with joy. He bent his knees and moved to leave more headroom. Bucky didn't scoot with him, instead, coming up to straddle Steve's shoulders, kneeling above his face. Yes, yes. This was everything Steve wanted. He couldn't see anything except Bucky, couldn't hear anything except Bucky, soon he wouldn't taste anything except Bucky.

Steve ran his hands up the sides of Bucky's gorgeous, thick thighs in the limited range he had with Bucky pinning them to the seat. Bucky hastily undid his suit pants and pulled his cock out, red at the tip and veins jumping against the flushed skin of his shaft. "Open up," Bucky purred and Steve dropped his jaw without pretense, tilting his chin closer to his treat. 

Bucky bit down on his lip harshly as he slipped between Steve's lips, holding back a curse that he could still make out despite Bucky's efforts. His cock was heavy on Steve's tongue, pressing against the roof of his mouth and sliding wetly deeper towards his throat. The weight of it felt like it was holding Steve's entire body down, Bucky's body weight needless to keep him right where he wanted to be.

When Bucky took Steve's messy hair in his hands and pulled his head up to meet his thrusts, Steve groaned, deep and satisfied, before loosening his jaw and letting Bucky use him. The brunet pushed in over and over, hitting the back of Steve's throat and making him gag, then ignoring it and pushing deeper. Steve felt his vision go fuzzy, then start edging in black as his entire body went lax against the seat and his breathing cut off.

He was going to die here and he couldn't have been happier. 

Just when Steve was on the verge of passing out, the car slowed to a stop and the driver came over the coms to let them know they'd arrived. Bucky curled his hands around the back of Steve's head and shoved even deeper for just a split second before pulling out. Steve gasped, then choked on the air, coughing and letting his head loll back when Bucky removed his hands. 

Bucky moved down his body to lay over him, pressing kisses to Steve's bright red face. "Perfect," he murmured. "You'd let me choke you on my cock until you blacked out, wouldn't you? You'd die of suffocation and thank me for it when you reach the other side." Steve was far too gone to answer, but he still felt his lips curl in a delirious smile. Bucky hummed, understanding. "Yeah, you would. My perfect boy."

He reached between them, not lifting from Steve's body to tuck his still hard dick back into his pants, not bothering to zip them all the way before crawling out of the car. He stood there with the door open, looking down at Steve's languid form sprawled out on the seat. Steve just barely opened his eyes enough to see Bucky's eyes narrowed in thought. He watched the brunet take a long look around before smirking.

Steve knew that look. Bucky had an idea. A bad one if the way he turned hungry eyes on Steve was any clue. Just the promise of danger had goosebumps prickling on Steve's sweaty skin. He rolled his hips under the weight of Bucky's gaze which only made his lover's smirk turn to a smile.

"Get out," Bucky demanded and Steve rushed to obey. It was made difficult by the gangly incoordination of his limbs, how heavy they felt, and by the way his head spun and his eyes kept falling shut. He finally managed to claw his way out of the car and stood before the brunet, swaying in place. Bucky ran a hand down his cheek and Steve leaned into the touch. "On your knees," Bucky ordered next, voice lower but just as hard. 

Steve inhaled sharply and dropped to his knees. It hurt, his knees against the concrete of the private parking garage, but it was nothing next to the hope that he might get to suck Bucky off again. He leaned his chin up and opened his lips, showing his willingness. When Bucky just scoffed a laugh and raked hard nails against his scalp, Steve whined.

"Oh no, my little slut. I have other plans for you." He swiped a thumb across Steve's lips roughly, pulling at the puffy skin until he could see Steve's gums before releasing it. "Take off your belt."

At first, Steve didn't comprehend what Bucky was saying. He didn't even remember that he was wearing clothes for a moment, but when Bucky raised an expectant brow, Steve hustled to yank it out of his belt loops. He held it up to his lover, unsure what he was going to do with it but sure he wanted it to happen.

Bucky slid a hand around Steve's neck and pressed, just a tiny bit, just enough that Steve inhaled sharply and lifted his chin for better access. "Please," he begged, ragged and weak. Bucky, God bless him, squeezed harder, making Steve's eyes flutter shut. It was so good. Steve could barely keep his head from sinking back just to feel Bucky's wide palm press against his larynx a little bit more.

Because his eyes were closed, Steve flinched at the smooth texture of leather against his skin. He forced his eyes open just in time to see Bucky looping the belt around his neck, slipping the belt into the buckle and tightening it around him. Steve felt his chest constrict on a sob, realization settling in. Bucky caught on that Steve had caught on and stepped close, pressing Steve's face to his warm crotch, against the stiff line of him in his pants, against the rough metal of his half-done zipper. Steve parted his lips to suck on the bulge without thinking, needing every inch of Bucky inside him.

"I know, baby. We're so close. We just have to get to the elevator and then to our apartment. But there's one more thing you need to do for me." Steve didn't say anything, couldn't possibly speak, but he nodded, nose rubbing against Bucky's clothed erection. "Good boy," Bucky praised. "I'm going to lead my little pet all the way to our room and then I'm going to lay you out and give you everything you deserve. How's that sound?"

Steve only whined, pressing his face harder onto Bucky's arousal and sucking with more vigor. Bucky's hips rolled, a stunned grunt falling off his lips before he yanked Steve's head back by his hair. Bucky commanded, "All fours," and Steve dropped onto his hands, the coolness of the concrete making him shiver. Bucky shut the car door and tugged on Steve's makeshift leash just enough to get them moving. 

The blond knew how he looked, knew that if someone were to see him, they'd know what he was, what he needed, but he couldn't quite bring himself to care when Bucky looked back over his shoulder at Steve with pride. His was trying to get his arms and legs to work together but the effort was great and Steve's sore, aching prick was shifting against his hip with each step they took.

By the time they made it inside the elevator, Steve was panting and crying in equal measures. Bucky pushed the button for the top floor and stood next to a kneeling Steve, who's hands were clenching and releasing on the tops of his thighs. Bucky didn't touch him, just let him squirm. Steve felt all of his muscles clenching, tightening up with the need to be closer, to have more, to finally be used. 

The doors dinged open on their apartment and Bucky tugged him forward before Steve was ready and he nearly face planted, choking when the length of the belt went taunt and pressed harshly against his throat. His hands slapped down on the floor to catch himself and he coughed but Bucky was already walking and pulling him along so he didn't have much choice but to follow and worry about air later.

Their apartment whirled around Steve from his vantage point, the back of the couch like the Great Wall as he crawled by, the kitchen counters like fortresses when he looked up at them as he passed. And Bucky. Bucky was a god, a sovereign deity that loomed over Steve and controlled his every breath on a whim.  

He was Bucky's humble patron, his servant, his slave, and he awaited Bucky's very whisper of a command. The realization made Steve's head heavy, lolling against the belt as Bucky lead him blindly into their room. Steve didn't register that they'd stopped until he ran headfirst into Bucky's leg, nuzzling it on instinct. Bucky reached down and stroked through his hair.

"We made it," he sighed and Steve hummed his agreement. "Would you like me to take the belt off?" Steve swallowed against it. It felt so nice, but it got in the way of Bucky's hand if he wanted to choke him. Not that Bucky actually cared what Steve had to say because he answered himself before Steve could. "No, I think I'll leave it a little while longer." He tugged on the end, yanking Steve's back up straight. "It's useful." He yanked again. "On the bed, slut."

Steve scrambled onto the bed, kneeling in front of Bucky with his head bowed. Bucky hummed, content in Steve's obedience. He raked his fingers through Steve's hair again, which was a complete mess after everything they'd done. "How did I get such a good fucktoy?" Steve studdered on his next exhale but didn't answer; the question wasn't for him. "There's nothing you wouldn't do to please me. You are the most perfect little hole for me."

Steve squeezed his eyes shut tight, holding back from leaning into Bucky's hand like he wanted. Steve knew this Bucky. This Bucky expected absolute submission, near perfection, and loved to break Steve down to his barest bones only to rebuild him in his own image. A shiver ran over Steve's spine but he tensed to stay steady. He would not disappoint this Bucky. His Bucky.

"Good boy," Bucky praised and gripped a handful of Steve's hair, walking around the corner of the bed to pull the blond onto his back. Luckily, Steve considered himself pretty flexible for such a large man. He had been sitting on his heels but now he was folded completely back, legs still under him. Bucky let go of his hair to shove two fingers between Steve's slack lips. Steve groaned, sucking them in.

That was a mistake.

Bucky yanked them out, and in the next second, a wet slap landed across Steve's face. He gasped, mouth quivering even though it wasn't nearly as hard as Bucky could have slapped him. "Did I tell you that you could suck on my fingers?" Steve didn't move, didn't speak a word. Bucky wasn't looking for excuses. The brunet sighed in disappointment. "I was trying to have my way with your slutty whore mouth and you had to go and ruin it."

Steve could feel his body's need to lurch towards his lover. He needed to show Bucky how sorry he was, that he could be good. He just needed one more chance. His face crumpled with the strain to stay quiet. He couldn't keep his eyes open but he knew Bucky was looking at him. Shame rose in shades of pink across his face and neck.

"Would you like to make it up to me?" Bucky wondered, already knew really. Bucky always knew. Still, Steve kept very still and didn't answer, forcing his eyes to stay on Bucky. "Yeah, you do." Then Bucky was walking away from Steve and he felt the panicked whimper in his throat but rammed it back down. He was just going to their closet, disappearing behind the door long enough to grab rope which he brought back to the bed and set down. "This position isn't working for me. I don't want you in the way while I use you."

Yes, he thought. Bucky wanted to use him. Bucky could put him in any position he liked. He could cut his legs off if they were a nuisance. Whatever Bucky wanted. When Bucky's hand swept down the side of his thigh to his knee, Steve couldn't help the tiniest gasp at the connection. How long had it been since Bucky's hands were last on him? Five minutes? Five years?

"Legs up," Bucky instructed, almost sounding bored. Steve struggled to wiggle his legs out from under him, but then he bent his knees and held them up in the air. Bucky knelt on the bed and then slid a hand across Steve's suit pants and palmed at his painful erection. Steve's hips twitched but he held them on the bed by sheer will. Bucky moved to his inner thigh and squeezed. A reward.

"Take your pants off. In fact, take everything off. You have until I get back to be naked." He spun on his still-shoed heels and walked out of the room. Steve was frozen, confused for long precious seconds before he kicked into high gear and tore his shirt off. Literally. The buttons popped off when he pulled and he snuck it out from under his back with a bit of effort. He didn't want to move too much so he could be in the same position when Bucky came back. 

Which could be any second and he still had more than half his clothes on. He leaned up and flicked his shoes off, then socks. His hands scrabbled at his suit pants, unbuttoning them and ignoring the broken zipper as he wriggled them down his hips and off his legs. His pants were soaked underneath, the entire front sporting wet spots and the waistband actually soft with precum against his hip. He slipped them off, too, before pushing all of the clothes off the bed. 

He realized only too late that might not have been the best idea. Bucky walked back in with a few bottles of water and a bottle of lotion- for later- and took in the scene before him. Steve still had his legs in the air, plug sitting darkly against his pale skin. His eyes lingered there long enough to make Steve bit down a smile before Bucky's eyes shifted, looking over the shoes that landed in weird angles on the floor and the pile of clothing off the end of the bed.

"Well, that just won't do," he concluded. "On the floor." Steve nearly fell onto the floor, kneeling again as soon as he got his barrings, which was much slower than normal, all of his reflexes were sodden with the sludge of near subspace. "Hand and knees." Steve fell onto his hands with a huff. Bucky walked over to the nightstand to set his supplies down before going to Steve. The blond thought he'd get another slap, maybe a rough tug on his agonizing prick or the belt, but then Bucky's weight settled on his back and Steve instantly stiffened to hold him. 

Bucky wasn't light, his metal arm alone was heavy as fuck, but Steve was built for this. He was meant to hold Bucky up in each and every way, so he straightened and gave his lover a balanced seat. "Well? Clean it up," Bucky ordered, sounding bored again. Steve started to crawl, knees scrubbing harshly against the carpet and moving at a snail's pace as not to dislodge his favorite person in the world. 

He grabbed his shoes and scooted them towards his clothes to get everything in one place while Bucky's hand came down to the back of his neck, just barely squeezing in both ownership and a place to balance himself as Steve moved. The hand felt like a million pounds. Steve had to remind himself over and over not to bow forward and eat carpet under the weight of it. He stopped in front of his mess and used one hand to awkwardly fold his clothes while using the other to hold himself, and Bucky, up.

When he was finished, he wasn't sure what to do with himself, so he stayed there on all fours with his head sagging under Bucky's palm. "That's much better, slut. What good are you if you make a mess and don't clean it up?" Steve wanted to nod; he agreed wholeheartedly. He always cleaned up his messes.

Bucky stood up and took the end of the belt in his hand again, giving just the slightest tug to remind Steve he was there. Like he could forget. "On the bed," Bucky ordered and Steve jumped to comply but was quickly yanked back to the floor by the suffocating collar. He coughed roughly and flushed all over as his eyes looked up at Bucky from under him. Bucky was grinning sadistically as his eyes twinkled with mischief. "Problem?"

Steve shook his head even though yes! there was a problem. How was he meant to get up on the bed when he had a foot of leniency and the bed was two feet up? Bucky was toying with him, purposefully embarrassing him. Steve felt himself go hot all over. He was destined to fail and Bucky wanted to see it. 

He tried again anyway, turning over onto his knees and stretching for the bed. When he got close, he didn't feel the same strain on his neck and assumed Bucky had moved closer to give him more slack. Steve started to climb up and got one knee on the bed before the belt leash went tight again and he was pulled to the floor. He groaned in frustration and beautiful arousal as his mind spun with the lack of air. 

Bucky laughed. A cracking, vicious sound in the silence of their bedroom. Then he hummed, a large measure of mock pity in it. "You just can't seem to get it together, hole. How am I supposed to use you when you're way down there?"

Steve felt his cock twitch hard, jerking against his stomach, as he squeezed his eyes shut. A blanket of shame and lust was encompassing his mind, making it heavy and hard to think. Another sharp tug that cut his air off even more had Steve moaning.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you," Bucky growled and Steve's eyes snapped open despite how heavy his lids were. Bucky glared down at him, all hard edges and terrorizing power. It made Steve's gut clench tight. "Get. On. The. Bed."

He had to try again, couldn't let Bucky down. He would do whatever it took to get on their fucking bed. Steve got back onto his knees and moved for the bed, not feeling the constriction of the belt just yet. When he got that first knee on the bed, the belt went taunt again but he steeled himself and pulled against it, making his vision go black around the edges as his airways were crushed. 

The blond gripped the bedding in his fist and pulled himself onto the bed, the belt never loosening as he warred with Bucky's dominance and yet bent to him completely. When he was finally on the bed, he collapsed flat, laying along the bottom edge and gasping for breath. Bucky moved closer to the bed and tucked two fingers under the belt to loosen it just the tiniest bit. The new rush of oxygen made Steve's head spin and his eyes fell shut in relief. 

A hand smoothed up the sweaty expanse of Steve's back, stopping every now and again to scratch roughly at the smooth skin. "Such a good boy. I knew you could do it." Bucky dragged his hand down to palm at Steve's ass, slipping two fingers between his cheeks and pressing on the plug. Steve groaned and mashed his face against the bed. He was so sore now that there was measurably more pain than pleasure. Only, his brain was having a hard time telling the difference.

"I bet it hurts," Bucky murmured, reading Steve's mind. "I bet your sloppy hole is so sore and red, but I also know that if I told you to hold your cheeks apart while I slipped in alongside your pretty plug, you'd let me." He squeezed and scratched at Steve's ass and back. "You'd scream and beg and not know which was which."

Bucky's voice was nothing more than gravel, grating directly across Steve's prostate and lighting up his insides. He was pretty sure he was drooling, cool wetness between his chin and the bed, but he couldn't be expected to control his body when his brain had shut off. Bucky was still talking and Steve chastised himself for missing a single word.

"...must hurt with that cockring. Can you even feel it anymore? If I slapped your useless clit around would you moan for more?" Steve buried his sound in his throat and fisted the comforter. Of course he would moan for more. He would always moan for more where Bucky was concerned. "Let's find out, shall we? On your back."

Steve took a few seconds to register that request, clawing through the thick fog in his brain, but then he flipped over with zero coordination. He looked up at Bucky and was overwhelmed by a rush of adoration for his lover. Bucky was beautiful. Bucky was thoughtful. Bucky was kind. He was so lucky that Bucky wanted to hurt him, wanted to break him and form him to be what Bucky desired. He would be so beautiful when Bucky was done with him.

"Ass down here," Bucky commanded like he didn't even care if Steve obeyed. Steve would obey, of course, and Bucky knew it. He shifted, placing his ass at the end of the bed and letting his feet hit the floor. "No," Bucky barked and Steve froze. The brunet was glaring at Steve's feet, so he quickly lifted them off the floor and held his legs in the air by his stomach. 

Without warning, Bucky backhanded Steve's raw prick. Steve couldn't keep the scream off his lips but he bit it back the moment it left. Bucky squeezed him harder, too hard. "Not a sound until I'm in you, slut. You know the rules." He let him go only to slap harshly at the head again. Steve arched off the bed, face red from holding back the yell ripping through his chest. His legs spasmed and fell back to the floor before Steve realized and lifted them up again.

The brunet tisked and stroked his fingers, light and soft and diametrically opposite to the slaps he'd just received, up Steve's thighs. "Good boy. Let's tie those beautiful legs up so you're not tempted to misbehave."

Bucky was too kind.

Steve focused all of his brainpower on holding his legs in the exact spot Bucky left them in until Bucky came back with rope in his hand. Steve breathed out a sigh of relief. Rope would keep him still, out of the way, so Bucky could use his body how he pleased while still rubbing against his skin and keeping him alert enough to stay above the drop while Bucky was using him. 

Bucky leaned between Steve's suspended thighs and placed a hand to Steve's side, encouraging him to arch his back with just the tiniest push. Steve curled his spine off the bed and let Bucky slide one end of the rope under him, holding himself up because Bucky didn't say he could relax. That earned a small kiss to his ankle and he flushed with pride. Bucky pulled the long length of rope until it was even on either side before looping one end around and under him again, followed by the other end going the opposite direction.

After a long few minutes of coarse fibers brushing Steve's skin and Bucky running his hands silently across his torso, Steve was steadily leaking from his tip and he had four lines of ropes tied in place around his ribs by solid knots. Bucky curled a fist around two lines of rope and tugged, punching the breath from Steve and pulling him sharply off the bed, his entire spine lifting and his head tilting back to show off the long line of his bruised and flushed neck under the belt.

"So pliant. You're just clay for me to mold," Bucky mused. He flattened his palm and pushed Steve back down to the bed, then pushed harder, making Steve's organs crash together painfully. The blond moaned weakly but didn't resist. "I can do whatever I want to you." He ran that same hand up Steve's sternum to his neck and curled it around the column of his throat, pressing in on the belt and making Steve's mouth drop open as his air was taken again. 

Steve could feel it all building. He was teetering on the line between exploding and dissolving into nothing. Bucky was touching everywhere, was inside his head. Every fiber of Steve was being replaced by Bucky's hands, his voice. Steve licked at his dry lips and smiled blearily. 

"You like being my plaything, little hole?" Steve just smiled wider. Bucky hummed, content with Steve's answer, and squeezed harder, effectively wiping the smile away and replacing it with a round O. "Yeah, you love being a toy for me to play with. You feel so useless when I'm not using you." Bucky ducked down and licked across the sharp jut of Steve's collarbone. "I should really just keep you in storage when I'm not using you. I don't want you getting the idea that you actually have a purpose beyond a warm, sloppy hole for my cock."

Steve gasped, the sound breaking at the end when Bucky squeezed that much harder. His arms were dead weight and his legs were starting to shake with the effort to keep them in the air, but he would hold them there until the end of time if Bucky kept touching him. "I should keep you permanently tied spread eagle on your stomach on my bed, wet and plugged so I can use you whenever I please." 

Bucky leaned up, hands slipping away from Steve's body, pulling a whine from the blond. He picked up one end of the rope and bent Steve's right thigh further back until it was flush with his side. Steve was flexible but the stretch still had Steve furrowing his brow. He looped the rope around the thick muscle of Steve's thigh, weaving it through the rope that encased his torso and tying it off. His hands skittered along Steve's lower abdomen, over his purple cock, and to the other thigh to give it the same treatment.

When Steve was tied down and left completely open for Bucky, the brunet took a step back to take him in. Steve pried his eyes open to catch the way Bucky's gaze ran from his puffy lips to his red neck to the bruising hickeys on his shoulders and chest to already irritated skin under the rope on his chest to his milky thighs and finally to his loose hole clenching, seeking attention, around the plug.

"Perfect," he concluded with something dark and loving in his voice. Steve sighed, didn't realize he'd been holding his breath, and slumped back to the bed. "Let's take that plug out. I know it's not what you really want." Bucky stepped back up to him and gripped his ass cheeks in both hands, pulling them wide apart and stretching Steve's rim out to get a good look at the way he tightened up around the toy. 

"I wonder if you're gaping yet." He slid one hand closer and thumbed around the sensitive ring of muscle, collecting Steve's whine of need and discomfort as payment for his attention. "I know I'd be able to slide in so easy now, my little hole's so loose and easy for me."

Bucky curled his fingers around the end of the plug and twisted as he pulled just a little. Steve pressed his hips down to bring it back in despite knowing that if it came out he would be one step closer to having Bucky inside him, but the threat of being empty felt like too much in his muddled mind. "Do you want me or this worthless imitation of my dick?"

Steve groaned again and rolled his hips, hoping Bucky would understand. Of course, he did. "That's what I thought. Now, be a good cumdump and relax." Steve melted like butter on a hot pan at Bucky's words, didn't even clench when Bucky pulled on the toy again. He could care less about it when Bucky was offering his thick, perfect cock instead. The plug popped out with an obscene squelch that made Steve shiver; it was probably that as much as the cool air that filled him in the deepest places now that he was empty. 

He tried to stay relaxed even though he wanted so badly to clench up so he didn't feel so loose and desperate. He had to breathe deep and keep his eyes on Bucky to keep from doing something stupid like begging. Bucky was looking at him with dark eyes, pupils blown to take up the entirety of his once soft baby blues. He was devouring Steve without so much as a word and the blond felt every moment of it.

Bucky dropped to his knees in a quick, graceful movement and hummed just before gripping both of Steve's thighs and burying his face against Steve's slick hole. Steve did moan then but bit down on his lip to silence himself, hoping Bucky hadn't heard him. Pain battled against pleasure for long scorching seconds before his rim acclimated to Bucky's hot tongue. Arousal shot up his spine in waves as Steve's eyes rolled back, the sensation too much to keep them open. 

He could feel his entire body sinking into the mattress, dropping through it and into the soft, pillowy black of subspace, guided by the razor-thin path between too much and not enough. Bucky sighed against his ass as he sucked on the fluttering muscle, thumbs poking in to join his tongue. Steve's mouth was open but he wasn't breathing. His hands were claws in the bedding but he couldn't feel it. 

Then, Bucky's mouth was gone and Steve distantly- so far away- heard a whine that could've been him but he wasn't sure. It didn't matter really because then something thick and hot was back at his hole and Steve realized it was Bucky's dick. The peace that washed over him took him the rest of the way there, and he was flying as Bucky slid inside. 

Steve felt his entire body tense and fire raced through his veins as he shook, all of his limbs twitching in place. Only when Bucky cursed about the tightening of Steve's hole did he realize he came. Dry. The afterglow of an orgasm, even one as frustrating at as dry orgasm, left Steve's mind fuzzy as he floated above them, above the whole world.

"What a good slut you are," Bucky praised, hand clawing at Steve's skin in a possessive grip. "Coming on my cock. You can't even help it." One hand was gripping the back of Steve's knee while the other smoothed over Steve's torso aimlessly. The brunet's hips were ruthless, pounding against Steve's ass without care of the bruises he'd leave behind...or maybe because of them. 

When Steve felt the painful scratch of metal against his ass, he wrenched his eyes open just enough to get a glimpse of his world, his god, his everything standing at the end of the bed. Still fully clothed. He'd opened his pants just enough to get his cock out and shove inside his worthless toy. The visual made Steve's hole clench, and Bucky's mouth dropped open. "Yeah, baby. Stay just like that; stay tight on me while I split you open."

Steve swam through the sea of subspace to make sense of Bucky's command, and when he did, he clenched down hard, loving how much bigger Bucky felt because of it and the pained groan he received from his lover. Bucky let go of Steve's knee and took the end of the belt in hand, yanking on it as he pushed into Steve's body, controlling him like a tamed steed. The belt tightened and sent Steve's eye shut again. He didn't have it in him to do anything more than clench, than obey, when he was losing air, losing his mind.

"You're the most perfect toy, baby boy. I couldn't ask for a better place to keep my dick. You're everything a man could want in a slut." Bucky was rambling and Steve soaked up every syllable. "I don't need anything but this, baby. I just need your hole. I could build you into the house, leave just your perky ass hanging out from the wall for me to fuck when I walked by."

Weight blanketed him in layers, piling up the longer Bucky fucked him, the more he spoke. Steve could feel the promising edges of unconsciousness teasing at him. He tried to hold on but Bucky was relentless and he was so sore and he needed to come so badly he swore he might actually lose his dick this time.

"I should make you sit on my cock anytime you sit down. On the couch." Bucky tugged on the belt. "At the dinner table." He slammed his hips against Steve's ass. "In meetings. At events. I should have speared you on my dick tonight from the moment we showed up at the fucking gala. You'd have been less obvious."

Steve's last reserves were soaking out of his clutching fingers and into the bed. Bucky was so right; he was always right. Steve had been desperate from the moment Bucky put the cock ring on him in their apartment.

"Everyone could see you fucking yourself on my toy. They all know now that you're nothing but my horny slut. They could all see how badly you wanted my cock. I bet they were waiting for you to bend over and present right there in the ballroom."

Steve's throat gathered all of its power and croaked, Bucky, in the weakest attempt at a whine.

Bucky's thrusts were faster now, erratic in his need. "I know, baby. You wanted to. If I'd let you, you would've spread your ass and begged for me in front of all of those wealthy donors." Bucky scratched harsh lines into Steve's side. "You know why, cumhole? Because you belong to me. Because you are mine and you live to be my warm hole." 

The brunet leaned down just enough bite down hard on Steve's calf and the blond's mind went blank; the black finally took over and he was drowning in it. Moments later he felt that fire again but hotter, ten times hotter. His whole body was writhing and it hurt so so good. Bucky was murmuring but Steve couldn't make it out. He took one last gasping breath and let his mind go away.

When he woke, he was sprawled on the bed, moved up to the pillows and free from the rope, though the marks were still there. Bucky was humming a tune Steve didn't recognize and wiping Steve's cum from his chest and neck. When Steve groaned tiredly, Bucky looked up at him, smiling kindly. "Hey, Stevie," he greeted, hands caressing him softly. "Can you speak for me?"

Steve swallowed around the thick pain in his throat and tried to pull his voice up from the depths but it wouldn't come. When he just pleaded at Bucky with his eyes, the brunet leaned over and kissed him. "That's okay. Just when you can." He reached for the nightstand and came back with one of the bottles of water. "Try this first." Bucky helped him raise to one elbow and tilted the bottle against his lips. 

The water was cool and soothing and felt like heaven to Steve's raw insides. When the entire bottle was gone, Bucky tossed it to the floor and leaned in for another kiss. "You did so well, baby. I'm so proud of you. God, you should've seen yourself come." He let his forehead rest against Steve's and sighed. "I'm so lucky."

Steve swallowed again, feeling much more like a human that time and whispered, "Thank you."

Bucky smiled, kissed him deeper and let his head rest back on the pillow. "You're so welcome, sweetheart." He went back to cleaning up Steve's mess. He wiped up Steve's release, his own release from Steve's ass- but not before swiping a bit of it from his hole and feeding it to Steve with a groan. When Steve was clean and his neck, chest, thighs, and ass had been lotioned, Bucky finally took his clothes off and climbed into bed with Steve to hold all his new pieces together.

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Wow. Who else is fubar? Just me? I'm so done. These two kill me. K.O. Anyway, more Bingo squares to come and if you have a request let me hear it! Mwah! Xoxo, Jess