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Steve couldn’t look more delicious in his position on their shared bed, thick thighs spread comfortably wide, biceps bulging beneath smooth creamy skin where his arms rest under his head, silver hair glinting in the dim light of their bedroom.
Not to mention the fact that he’s naked.
Bucky’s breath always stutters whenever he sees Steve like this, sees Daddy like this. His chest rises and falls with each steady breath he takes and Bucky’s eyes follow the movements, tracking up to Steve's very impressive tits that Bucky wants nothing more than to latch onto with his mouth. He almost thinks he could get away with it as his eyes move across Steve's body to find another part of it to stare at, thinks he could give Daddy’s nipples a few kitten licks, some hard sucks to see what he likes. But then his gaze tracks a little further down and it’s game over.
Bucky isn’t surprised to see Steve hard, had been expecting it, actually. The real kicker is that no matter the situation, the mere sight of Daddy’s cock never fails to make Bucky's mouth water. He craves to feel the strain of his neck as he tries to accommodate it, the stretch of his lips, his jaw. Every time he takes it he feels full, feels fed, feels like he’s about to burst at the seams with cock. It twitches deliciously under Bucky’s gaze.
He meets Steve’s eyes, peering up at him through his lashes, coy.
“C’mere, baby, don’t make Daddy wait,” Steve tells Bucky, voice something dark and sweet. Bucky does his best to suppress his shiver as he rolls his hips downwards, knees digging into the soft mattress, eyes glued to Steve’s the entire time. He reaches a hand up to stroke across Daddy’s thigh, feeling how the muscles tense under hot skin. His eyes are free to roam wherever they like, but Bucky cannot look away from Daddy’s cock. He wants it in his mouth, wants it in his ass, wants to get fucked and stuffed full to the brim with it.
“What are you waitin’ for, sugar? Somethin’ on your mind? You gettin’ distracted already?” Daddy asks, voice dropping impossibly lower as he teases Bucky with his words. Bucky feels his entire face color out of embarrassment, and he hangs his head to try and hide it. His nose is almost touching Steve’s cock with the position he’s in, and Bucky lets a helpless whimper escape his lips.
“Oh, sweetheart , Daddy can’t have that. Come up here for a while, yeah? Maybe if I kiss you it’ll clear that pretty little head of yours,” Steve says, grabbing for Bucky’s arm. The younger man goes, because yes, he wants Daddy to kiss him. The kiss is sweet, slow and deep, filled with simmering heat and hunger. By the time Bucky pulls away Daddy’s lips are slick, his eyes dark and giving Bucky a look that makes his tummy stir.
“Go on, baby,” Daddy whispers, breath hitting Bucky’s lips. Bucky nods, sweetly pecks Daddy’s bottom lip one more time because it just looks so delicious, kisses his way down his neck. Bucky sucks a few bruises into the skin there, knows how much the both of them like to leave their mark on each other. He licks and tastes Steve’s skin, moans at the feel of Daddy’s smattering of chest hair under his tongue.
He could do this all day, love on Daddy like he is with his mouth and tongue, taste him and make him hot all over. Bucky really loves his Daddy.
“Wanna suck on your cock, Daddy,” Bucky hears himself saying, knows his breath is hitting that ticklish spot just under Steve’s belly button. “Want you to fuck my throat.”
Steve groans, a deep noise, one that goes right to Bucky’s dick. He delights in the way Steve’s cock twitches under his gaze, the way Daddy’s torso clenshes tight. “Daddy wants that too, sugar. Gonna let me give that sweet little mouth what it needs?” Bucky nods eagerly, shuffles down the bed, feels the sheets rub against his own dick and give it some delicious friction.
“Mhm, yeah, Daddy,” he mumbles, quickly getting his hand on Daddy’s cock. He lifts it from where it had been resting on Steve’s stomach, feels his body heat up when he sees the little pool of pre-come that was leaking from the very tip.
Bucky tastes it.
Their sounds come together in unison, Bucky’s moan and Daddy’s sigh mixing before Steve mutters something about Bucky being a ‘greedy little boy’. Bucky kisses Steve’s tummy, moves his lips down and down, flits his tongue out between them every now and then. He reaches the base of Steve’s cock and a whimper slips from his mouth when his fingers don’t touch.
“What’s that face for, honey? Daddy’s cock too big for you?”
Bucky whines then, says something about how Steve’s cock could ‘ never be too big’, shakes his head. Steve chuckles darkly, the sound pooling at the base of Bucky’s neck.
“Know you can take it, sweet boy. Seen it with my own eyes. That pretty pussy was just made to stretch for Daddy’s cock, wasn’t it, sugar?” Steve asks, eyes not once leaving Bucky’s wide ones. He nods, shuffles down a little further, purses his lips to kiss at Steve’s thigh both to taste the skin there and to hide his flushed face.
There’s suddenly a hand in his hair, a big one, pulling him up until he’s face to face with Daddy and his dark eyes.
“Asked you a question, Bucky.”
Bucky whimpers.
“Y-yes, Daddy,” He says, wanting to bury his face into the space between Steve’s jaw and his neck.
“‘Yes Daddy’ what?”
Bucky’s cheeks color furiously. He still isn't used to Steve referring to himself as Daddy, nor is he used to how fast it makes him hard.
“Yes, Daddy, my p-pussy was made f-for your big cock,” Bucky is quiet, isn’t used to hearing such filthy things come out of his own mouth. He would almost feel ashamed if not for the way Daddy’s eyes darken, or the way Daddy’s deep indulgent purr makes him want to arch his back a little more.
“Yeah, honey, s’just perfect,” Daddy agrees, his other hand coming up to tip up Bucky’s chin. Their lips meet in a brush of a kiss, Daddy smirking and letting out a breathy laugh against Bucky’s mouth. Bucky whines, feels exactly how Daddy wants him to feel, wants infinitely more than just that chaste little peck.
“Lemme help y’out, honey, open up for me…” Daddy tells him, dropping the words onto Bucky’s lips with a tap to the chin. Bucky opens his mouth without hesitation, eager to please, sticks his tongue out too and feels his eyelids flutter at the indecency of it all. Bucky feels like a slut. A thumb makes its way into Bucky’s mouth, holding it open, staying near the corner of his mouth and Bucky tries his best not to press his lips together and suck.
Then-
Daddy spits in his mouth .
“Keep that there, darl’.”
Daddy’s spit. In his mouth.
Fuck.
“Keep it there, get back down between Daddy’s legs, c’mon,” Steve guides, voice lowering to a dirty rumble. Before Bucky knows what he’s doing he’s there, between Daddy’s legs, mouth still open and Daddy’s spit pooling on his tongue.
Heat rises up Bucky’s body, makes itself known on his face and cheeks in the form of a rosy blush. Daddy only smirks at him, lips curling up in a predatory way that makes Bucky want to squirm.
“Go on,” Daddy tells him, lifting his arms up to rest behind his head. Bucky’s mouth threatens to close with the whimper that wants to bubble up and out of his throat. He does what he feels he should, hovers his mouth over Daddy’s cock, holds it gently in his hand and lets Daddy’s spit fall off his tongue and slip down the length.
The sight makes Bucky’s tummy stir, as does the deep groan Steve lets out when Bucky chases that spit, messily rubs his lips over the head of Daddy’s cock before taking it deep down his throat. He gags when his nose brushes the hairs at the base, sputters around his mouthful of cock as he tries not to pull off. Daddy puts his hand in Bucky’s hair, rubs his fingers around there gently before gripping it tight.
“Such a good boy, Buck,” He murmurs, the praise going right to Bucky’s dick and causing him to let out a little moan. Bucky knows how much Steve gets off to the sound of him struggling on Daddy’s cock, decides to make a little show of letting more spit pool in his mouth, drip down his chin.
He goes on like this, slowly gaining confidence with every little huff and groan Daddy lets out for him and using his tongue in every way he knows how. Bucky could slurp on Daddy’s cock for hours, would never get tired of the delicious way it fills his throat, how it tastes, the ache in his jaw from how wide he has to stretch it.
This particular blowjob is mostly for Daddy to enjoy, drawn out and wet and slick, Bucky spitting on Daddy’s cock as much as he can just to hear the downright lewd sounds it makes.
“Fuck, sweetheart,” Daddy says, sounding breathless. Bucky pulls off Daddy’s cock, wraps a hand around it and jacks him off with a tight fist, feels Daddy’s hips kick up as he fucks into Bucky’s hand. The sounds it makes are filthy, and they make Bucky more eager for Daddy to come so he can finally get what they both want.
“Gonna come, Daddy?” Bucky asks, voice barely a whisper as he looks up at Steve’s face. Daddy's eyebrows are knitted, eyes dark with something that sends a thrill through Bucky's body.
"Yeah, sweetheart, gonna come in that pretty little mouth," Daddy breathes, taking Bucky's hair in his hand again and pushing him back down to finish his task. Bucky moans, licks up the spit he's left covering Steve's cock and doubles down on his efforts, using his tongue in every way he knows how, paying extra attention to Daddy's balls because he knows how much he likes that.
Bucky feels the familiar tense of Daddy's thighs under his left hand, squeezes on his balls again with a little whisper of ' C'mon, Daddy," and he gets what he wants.
Daddy comes. It's messy, most of it doesn't make it down Bucky's throat and he has to swallow around his mouthful of cock. Daddy groans, the sound of it making Bucky's eyes roll and his grip on Steve's thigh tighten further as he tries his best to swallow all of Daddy's come.
"Fuck.." Daddy purrs as his hands find Bucky's hair again, this time guiding their faces together so he can kiss Bucky.
“Fuckin’ love this mouth, sugar,” Daddy mutters against his lips, words making Bucky roll his hips down into Steve’s thigh with a whimper.
“Daddy,” Bucky whines, kissing a hot trail up his neck. “Will you fuck me?”
Daddy’s rumble cuts right through Bucky, makes him rub his skin against Steve’s warm chest.
“Yeah, sugar, Daddy’s gonna fuck you,” Daddy quickly says, not even askin for manner like he usually does. He taps Bucky’s thigh, grabbing at his legs, using his strength to move the smaller man until he’s hovering with his ass over Daddy’s face.
Holy shit.
Daddy speaks, something along the lines of getting Bucky ready, but all Bucky can focus on is how much his body wants to let his muscles relax, sit on Daddy’s face. Bucky’s mumbling a string of ‘yes’ as he’s lowered by two of Daddy’s hands on his hips. Bucky digs his knees into the mattress, looking down the line of Steve’s body with an exhale that feels forced out of his chest.
“S’the cutest little thing I’ve ever seen. Such a cute little hole,” Daddy purrs, Bucky moaning at the feeling of his thick fingers pressing against his pussy. Bucky lives for the initial stretch of getting fucked, when he’s sensitive as ever, when he can feel every ridge and vein on his Daddy’s fat cock as it slides deliciously into him.
Prep is no different, especially when he gets Daddy’s mouth. Steve always knows just how to work Bucky into tears, how to use his tongue to break him down into a crying mess and kiss him all over to make it better again. Bucky tries his best to focus on listening to his Daddy as he feels the first little flick of his tongue over his hole.
“That’s it, sugar, just relax for Daddy,”
“M’gonna get you good and stretched before you take this cock, Buck,”
“Such a perfect little pussy, Buck, shit, there you go…”
Bucky can feel a string of nonsense falling from his own lips but is unable to hear it, too wrapped up in bliss and sweetness and the feeling of Steve’s tongue fucking his pussy.
“Mmh, oh fuck,” Bucky moans when Daddy’s tonue swirls around his hole at the same time as he feels the press of two fingers, somehow slick with lube, against him.
“That’s right, baby, you’re good, you’re perfect,” Steve mutters, half to himself as he quickly works his finger inside of Bucky. Bucky resists the urge to grind down on those fingers, force them to press against that sweet spot inside him that makes him see stars. His thigh muscles twitch and he whines, then whines because Daddy is pressing against his prostate with no warning whatsoever.
“Needy little baby, aren’t you, Buck?” Daddy asks when Bucky falls forward, nodding, bracing himself on Daddy’s thick thighs. He hadn’t, of course, anticipated being face to face with Daddy’s dripping cock, all red and angry looking and just needing to be in Bucky’s mouth. No, Bucky could most definitely not have anticipated this because he’s sure he’s about to explode from the need to suck his Daddy off while he rides his face.
Bucky hesitates when Steve pulls out his fingers, but he finds some confidence in him and leans forward the tiniest bit, his breath ghosting the tip of Steve’s cock which twitches in response.
“ Bucky,” Daddy rumbles behind him, licking a flat stripe across his hole, making Bucky’s breath hitch. He ignores Daddy’s attempt to distract him, wraps a loose fist around the base of his cock. He tastes the pre-cum beading up there, trying his hardest not to let the groan that Steve elicits deter him, suckles on the tip like he’s trying to drink from it and moans at the salty taste.
“Bucky, holy fuck ,” Steve grabs for Bucky’s sides, pressing his fingers into flesh he knows will bruise beautifully purple later. Daddy seems to get hungrier as Bucky feeds himself Steve’s cock, growling and pulling Bucky closer so he’s practically sitting on his face, riding him, moaning around his mouthful of cock as Daddy licks and sucks at his pussy.
“Ngh, m’stretched enough now, Daddy,” Bucky mumbles, pushing back onto Daddy’s face when all he gets is a sharp smack to his ass. “ Fuck, Daddy, please,” Bucky begs this time, taking his hands away from Daddy’s cock, stilling the movement of his hips.
“Know I can’t resist when you beg so pretty like that, honey,” Daddy says, tapping Bucky’s ass again in the same spot he smacked it. Bucky whines then, shuffles so he’s facedown on the bed and just where Daddy needs him, knees up and head down.
Daddy’s big hand comes to squeeze at the front of Bucky’s neck, grisp tight and bruising, Bucky unable to breathe for the few short seconds it lasts. He moans, rolling his hips into nothing but air and making some pitiful noise at the realization.
“Couldn’t fuckin’ wait, could you, Bucky?”
Daddy’s tone is mean, is dark, makes Bucky shiver yet lights him up from head to toe.
“No, Daddy,” He breathes dutifully. Daddy’s hand comes to rest on Bucky’s hip, thumb rubbing tight circles over the skin there as Bucky hears a snap of their lube bottle open and shut. The sound that reaches his ears is filthy, and Bucky just knows Daddy has to be fisting his cock with the little aborted moans he lets slip behind him.
“Mhm, no you couldn’t, sweetheart. S’little pussy’s so hungry for Daddy’s cock, ain’t it? Wants to be fucked all the fuckin’ time, doesn’t it?” Steve asks, and Bucky nods because yes, he wants it all the time, can’t go a day without thinkin about how good Daddy feels buried inside him, fucking him, using him. Bucky wants to be used and Daddy knows it, pushing all his buttons and dropping sweet names like breadcrumbs and humiliating Bucky until his cheeks flame and his cock is leaking.
All the time, the only other sound save for Steve’s voice are the wet, slick ones coming from where Daddy kneels behind him, cock in hand, stroking himself slowly as he runs his mouth.
“What do you want, Buck?” he breathes, seemingly as affected from his own words as Bucky is. Bucky’s tongue feels heavy, as do his eyelids as he tries his best to form words in answer to Steve’s question.
“Wan’ you t’fuck me, Daddy,” he slurs, fingers fisting in the sheets as Steve’s hand leaves his own cock and comes to rest on the small of Bucky’s back. He’s wiped off the lube, hand bare and hot as it burns into Bucky’s poor skin.
“Yeah? How? Tell Daddy how you want his cock.”
And fuck, Bucky outright moans at that.
“Need it rough, wanna be- oh, wanna be used. Yeah, Daddy, want you to give it to me hard, fuck me real good , make me cry,” And Bucky can’t even finish speaking when Steve is suddenly groaning, pressing the fat head of his cock against Bucky’s pussy, pushing inside all the way to the hilt and starting up a brutal pace.
“Oh fuuck,” Bucky moans high and needy, arches his back into Daddy’s warmth. His eyes roll back into his head at the feeling of Daddy’s balls against his own, at their sheer difference in size, at how Daddy is able to fuck him so good and then some.
“Yeah, you wanted this, didn’t you, baby? Nothin’ but needy for your Daddy, his own perfect little cockslut,” Daddy spits the words out, fucking into him hard, punching against Bucky’s prostate so hard he screams. The world fades out, nothing existing but Daddy, fucking him so good, making him feel so good.
“S’good, Daddy, ohhh ,” Bucky moans, his mouth falling open and his eyes falling shut. He isn’t present enough to hear Steve’s reply but knows that his words make Daddy fuck him harder, a little faster, more frantic. His hands wander, stroking up his chest, lifting him up, pinning Bucky’s back to Steve’s front and pinching hard at his nipples.
Bucky is a sucker for nipple play, arches his back into the touch somewhat consciously as Steve’s cock twitches inside of him. Daddy’s mouth is at his ear, kissing and licking and sucking and biting, whispering dirty filth into Bucky’s ear as each thrust grows impossibly deeper.
“Can’t wait to come inside this sweet little pussy. Gonna make you cry like this, Buck. Gonna get you sobbing on this Daddy cock, make you come twice, maybe three times, then m’gonna lay you down and have my turn. You’d like that wouldn’t you, Buck? Can’t get enough of your Daddy even when you’re fucked out like this, can’t resist lettin’ me in, lettin’ me fuck you, use you.”
Bucky moans into the air, the beginnings of tears forming in his eyes and sliding down his cheeks. He sobs, wanting more, wanting to come but Daddy hasn’t said he can.
“Please,” Bucky whispers, sounding broken in the best way, voice nearly shot with the arousal that’s clawing its way up his throat.
“Come for me, Buck,” Daddy tells him, and Bucky does, exploding in a burst of flames and heat and want and desire as he spills, completely untouched, all over the sheets. His back arches as much as it can with the way he’s pressed up against Daddy’s muscled chest, sensitive as fuck, feeling every single hair peppered across the skin as Daddy keeps fucking him.
Steve growls, a hot, possessive sound, one that makes Bucky’s blood run hotter and even though he just came he still wants more.
Daddy gives Bucky no warning before pressing his teeth into the skin of Bucky’s neck, his hips stuttering as he comes in waves, spilling inside of Bucky with a groan. Bucky feels some come start to leak out of him, dripping down his balls, soaking where the two are connected until it’s nothing but the slippery slide of them and the evidence of their arousal seeping into the bedsheets.
“On your back, honey,” Steve rumbles, knowing Bucky can’t move but commanding him nevertheless. He stays inside of Bucky, keeping as much of that Daddy come inside as possible, flips them over so there’s less strain on both of their backs and they can look at each other properly.
Bucky feels fucked out already and Steve said- what? He has to come three times? Fuck, Bucky’s getting lightheaded just thinking about it, his cock filling up again so fast he has to grab it at the base to relieve some of the pressure.
Daddy kisses him, messy, playing with Bucky’s tongue and biting at his lips and consuming him until all he can do is beg for Daddy to use him like he promised.
And that’s exactly what he does.
*
The next time Bucky comes to, he’s curled up under the covers of their bed. His limbs feel like spaghetti, wobbly and unable to function like they should. Not that he would need to use them - Steve is doing that for him, moving him to lie on his chest as he slowly cracks his eyes open.
“Hey, Buck,” Daddy says, voice gentle and soft and Bucky just loves him so much.
“Hi,” He breathes, sighing into the warm skin of Daddy’s chest and closing his eyes once more. He feels nice, floaty, like his Daddy has him and he doesn’t need to move a muscle. He doesn’t want to.
Bucky feels like a kept boy, warm and fuzzy, good.
“S’good, Daddy?” He asks, not opening his eyes. He doesn’t even know what he’s asking, only that he needs to hear Daddy’s voice telling him yes.
“Yeah, Buck. We’re good.”
*