[ Well damn. It's been a while for Sam, but he think he can honestly say he's found few things as hot in life as Bucky guiding him to taking off his underwear. The man has no right to be hot enough to pull shit like this off successfully. ]
Tell me about those dirty dreams of yours, Buck.
[ And with that, Sam sinks down onto his knees for Bucky, hands settling on the man's hips. Drinking in the sight of him with a small sound between pleasure and excitement. And yet following that request, Sam doesn't get to work - not right away at least. Instead he kisses and licks and nips at Bucky's skin, lazy and seemingly without direction.
Until eventually...
Eventually he looks up at Bucky, eyes dark below his long lashes. Reaches up, takes Bucky's hands in his and tugs them, gently, to his own head. Guides Bucky into cradling his head with both hands - both, he won't let Bucky pull away here.
It's a reward, practically, when Bucky's hands are both in position, causing Sam to lean in with a moan to lick a wet stripe up the length of Bucky's cock, lips eventually barely brushing the head. ]
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Tell me about those dirty dreams of yours, Buck.
[ And with that, Sam sinks down onto his knees for Bucky, hands settling on the man's hips. Drinking in the sight of him with a small sound between pleasure and excitement. And yet following that request, Sam doesn't get to work - not right away at least. Instead he kisses and licks and nips at Bucky's skin, lazy and seemingly without direction.
Until eventually...
Eventually he looks up at Bucky, eyes dark below his long lashes. Reaches up, takes Bucky's hands in his and tugs them, gently, to his own head. Guides Bucky into cradling his head with both hands - both, he won't let Bucky pull away here.
It's a reward, practically, when Bucky's hands are both in position, causing Sam to lean in with a moan to lick a wet stripe up the length of Bucky's cock, lips eventually barely brushing the head. ]
This what you dream of?