[ And Sam's voice is rough with need to mirror Bucky's own, cock painfully hard from just this much. He sweeps his hands down to Bucky's strong thighs, and then inwards. Cups his balls. ]
Yeah, baby, that's it.
[ and with those thumbs swiping over the corners of his mouth, in feels all too easy to let his lips part. Let his mouth fall open as he leans forwards, tongues at the head of Bucky's cock, the small slit beneath, and then just lets the weight of him sit on Sam's tongue and slowly glide into the wet, warm heat of Sam's mouth. Hollows his cheeks when he pulls back, breathes through his nose. Lets his eyes fall closed as he gives himself to a rhythmn he thought he'd long forgotten. One hand on Bucky's hip to steady himself, head cradled by Bucky's hands, eyes closed in blissful concentration as he takes him deeper and deeper, inch by inch each time, until Bucky feels resistance. Sam stills instead of pulling back this time. Concentrates on his breathing. Concentrates on letting his body fall into the sort of calm he's learned in specialised training - never meant for this, but useful all the same.
And after a moment of holding still, of just his tongue giving gentle pressure, he finally moans, needy, and relaxes his throat like its nothing. Lets Bucky's cock inch that last bit deeper. Lips stretched wide around him. And then he swallows around the head of Bucky's cock. ]
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[ And Sam's voice is rough with need to mirror Bucky's own, cock painfully hard from just this much. He sweeps his hands down to Bucky's strong thighs, and then inwards. Cups his balls. ]
Yeah, baby, that's it.
[ and with those thumbs swiping over the corners of his mouth, in feels all too easy to let his lips part. Let his mouth fall open as he leans forwards, tongues at the head of Bucky's cock, the small slit beneath, and then just lets the weight of him sit on Sam's tongue and slowly glide into the wet, warm heat of Sam's mouth. Hollows his cheeks when he pulls back, breathes through his nose. Lets his eyes fall closed as he gives himself to a rhythmn he thought he'd long forgotten. One hand on Bucky's hip to steady himself, head cradled by Bucky's hands, eyes closed in blissful concentration as he takes him deeper and deeper, inch by inch each time, until Bucky feels resistance. Sam stills instead of pulling back this time. Concentrates on his breathing. Concentrates on letting his body fall into the sort of calm he's learned in specialised training - never meant for this, but useful all the same.
And after a moment of holding still, of just his tongue giving gentle pressure, he finally moans, needy, and relaxes his throat like its nothing. Lets Bucky's cock inch that last bit deeper. Lips stretched wide around him. And then he swallows around the head of Bucky's cock. ]