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“Come baby listen here's some things you ought to know
But look at about this loveless I know where was gonna go
Don't tell me that I'm different or that can try to show me
Other ways to go about it I already know
This is a relationship in which I make a sacrifice
You take the cut and split it up and leave the body paralyzed
Unable to be clear that you listened that you realized
That's just what you got, a deal take the wedge and pay a price”
- Simon Curtis
Steve gasps as soon as he sees him . A young-looking man, with long brunette hair, held up in a loose man-bun.
His thick frame is restrained in an expensive suit, it looks well tailored for him. God, he is so hot .
“Natasha! Nat, Nat, Nat,” he buggs the woman standing next to him while wanking her elbow.
“What?!” the red-hair snapped immediately annoyed by her friend’s behavior.
Steve turns, his cheeks turning bright red, “The young brunette talking with some of the Stark Industries engineers.”
“Ok, I see him, long hair in a bun, right?” she was careful to not make anyone notice them staring.
“Good Lord, who’s he?” Steve asks, he doesn’t want to know, he needs to know, immediately.
“I only act like I know everything, Rogers,” she replied annoyed.
“You can do better,” he murmurs with a challenging grin.
“Ok, well. . . He knows the people he is talking with very well, his body language suggests that, and he is wearing the SI pin. He’s not old enough to be on the team, probably an intern. Oh, and Stark is coming this way,” she giggles as a distraction, “Good luck,” she said as she walked elegantly towards the bar.
Steve took a deep breath, then smiled as Tony Stark greeted him.
“Enjoying the party?” The younger man asked, even if he already knew the answer.
“Just as usual,” he commented “lots of people who are full of themselves,”
“Sounds familiar. . .” he jokes.
“But, as always, it’s something we gotta do.”
“Yes, let me make it easier for you, I want you to meet someone who is so your type,” he says with a grin.
That grin never meant anything good.
“Tony, we have already talked about this, both you and Natasha have to stop trying to find me a date,” always going on dates that had no end and no connection was exhausting him.
Then, Tony presented him to the brunette he was eyeing before. His opinion of Tony as a matchmaker immediately changes.
“This is Steve Rogers,” then he turned “Meet James Barnes,”
“Good evening, I go by Bucky,” he says the young man, shying elegantly. Like he knew exactly how sexy he looked with this attitude.
“Good evening, call me Steve,” he started.
“I’ll let you two get acquainted, I’m gonna escape from some people who are looking for me.” Tony patted Steve on the shoulder and then walked away.
“So, how did you end up here? Are you enjoying the Gala so far?” Steve started, hopeful.
“I’m an assistant engineer at Stark Industries, but I’m not done with my studies yet,” Steve probably made a very surprised face because Bucky blushed, almost non-noticeably.
“Smart and pretty, can I offer you a drink?” Steve asks and for a second he wonders if he’s being too forward.
“Sure,” James agrees, and Steve smiles.
- 10 minutes later -
“ Oh , Fuck Bucky,” Steve moans as the younger bit his lip.
“How do you want this to go?” Bucky asks as he grabs Steve’s round ass in his hands and squeezes.
The older whimpers before he can answer, “Fuck me,” he moans, and for a second Bucky freezes, and Steve’s insecurities are on him in an instant.
“Oh,” Bucky murmured, but with a smile.
“I mean, I can fuck you if that’s what you want but, ehm, I’m a bottom,” he admits while blushing. He feels his hand tremble on his partner’s hips. He has to remind himself that it’s going to be ok.
“Oh, fuuck , I’m a top, but I was expecting you to fuck me anyway,” Bucky grinds himself against the older’s erection. A seductive grin on his face, it makes Steve whimper.
“Do you want me to?” Steve wants to please Bucky so much.
“Maybe another time, get on your knees Steve,” the younger commands.
Steve whines in ecstasy and drops to his knees right in front of Bucky’s erection. He wants to bury his face in the black and tight pants.
“So eager,” Bucky says appreciating immensely the view in front of him. “Open your mouth for me.”
Steve obeys and lets his mouth hang open for the younger to use. He has to remind himself to not moan yet, he needs his mouth to be open.
“Tap my thighs twice for me to stop, ok?” He says with a smile, and Steve is hyperventilating. Safe sex is hot.
“Yes Bucky,” he barely finishes his answer and he finds himself choking on the impressive length of Bucky.
Steve loves this, he loves being on his knees for someone. He loves giving head. He makes sure to relax his throat and let Bucky fuck him in earnest.
His cock is hard between his open legs, he desperately wants this cock to fuck him. He wants Bucky to fuck him.
He can’t bring himself to relieve the pressure caused by his slacks. He likes how every time his cock twitches it hurts just a little.
He loves being stimulated like this so much, he starts crying.
“Oh fuck,” Bucky moans as he looks at the man at his knees. Steve is being undone just by his cock in the older’s throat. He’s putting all of himself on the simple task of sucking cock.
Once Bucky notices the tears he feels a punch of arousing to his abdomen. He never thought tears would do it for him.
“I’m gonna cum, fuck, keep, ah, keep, going,” Steve would never dare to stop. He even keeps going as Bucky orgasms down his throat.
He keeps the sensitive head in his mouth and gently cleans Bucky’s cock of the remaining cum.
Then, Steve just looks up. Bucky sees him and feels like he’s hard again, he’s so turned on.
“Wanna cum on my fingers, Steve?” Bucky asks and Steve didn’t even think this far, he could cum like that. Or not. Fuck. He likes both.
“Everything Bucky, please, anything you want,” he moans, still on his knees.
“Get up,” Bucky orders and Steve complies. “Wanna see you cum on my cock, do you think you can wait?” he says as he pushes Steve to the wall.
“I can wait as much as you want,” Steve whimpers.
Now that Bucky had his orgasm, some blood goes back to his brain. Steve is so into this, he thinks. Steve likes being bossed around. He realizes.
“You got any lube?” Bucky asks because when he came to this work dinner tonight he didn’t think he would need it.
“Well, I don’t have any on me,” Steve says, blushing. And Bucky wonders for about a second, then he understands.
“Turn around,” he barks, and he slams Steve on his front.
“Oh, fuuuck ,” he says as he touches Steve’s ass and feels the base of the plug. The blood in his body goes to his dick so fast he thinks he’s passing out. He’s ready to fuck again. He’s so, so, ready.
“Bend,” Steve follows with a high-pitched moan, “Undo your pants.”
His view is amazing. Steve’s ears start blushing as he undoes his pants, and then he lowers the back just enough that Bucky can see the shiny plug.
“Have you been wearing this all night?” Bucky asks, even if he already knows the answer.
Steve’s body keeps blushing. “Yes,” he moans.
Bucky has to take a deep breath, he notices Steve’s passing him something. A condom, he realizes. His head spins. As if he wasn’t hard enough.
“You. . .” Bucky starts but he doesn’t even know what to say, he’s wordless. “Were planning something like this?”
“No, I don’t usually do this without spending at least 30 minutes signing NDAs,” He confesses.
Bucky laughs, “We can do that later.”
He opens the condom and quickly rolls it on, then he gets a paper tissue and secures it in the small recess in the wall behind him. He looks at Steve, he’s twitching in anticipation.
“Don’t cum yet.” He orders, and Steve makes the most delicious desperate whine.
After this, there is no way either of them will let this be just a hook-up.
Bucky decides to torment Steve some more and plays with the plug, gently taking it out and then back in, making sure nothing spills out.
Steve is getting louder and Bucky flushes his body on Steve, then takes a hand to his mouth.
“You have to keep quiet, Steve, what would all those rich folks think if they found you?” At those words, Steve has a full-body shiver and Bucky loves being the one provoking such reactions.
He finally takes the plug out and leaves it on top of the paper. He quickly places his cock at the warm entrance, makes sure his hand is keeping Steve silent, and slowly pushes in.
Steve is so fucking tight . He goes slow. So fucking slow. Steve is trying to push back, and slam Bucky’s dick inside, but Bucky has one hand on his hip, holding him still, not allowing Steve to move as he pleases.
Steve is desperately trying not to cum. But everything goes against him. Bucky holding him in a strong and bruising hold, it makes him see stars. He loves Bucky’s hand on his mouth, not allowing him to beg his partner to speed up, to push all his huge cock in, because he knows he can take it, he knows he loves the pain, he loves the stretch.
Bucky then is fully in and has to take a few deep breaths to not cum in five seconds. “ Fuuuck , you feel good,” he says as he starts moving, slowly, getting used to the wetness.
Steve starts crying again, it feels so good.
Bucky lasts surprisingly long, he even starts going much faster, listening to Steve’s silent wishes. He just wants to see Steve cum on his cock only.
“Gonna cum, Steve?” and the bottom nods frantically, he needs to, he wants to.
“Yeah? Go on then, I’m close,” he explains, and then his hips falter, and fucks in even faster. He chases his pleasure. He cums when he feels Steve’s hole clenching, he’s shivering even more. His moans get quieter. Bucky knows he made Steve cum, so he has no problem cumming too with a curse.
It takes them several minutes to go back to their regular breath, Bucky is softening up. He quickly puts the plug back in, Steve squeaks at the coldness.
Then, Bucky takes off his condom and wraps it close.
“Is it too soon to ask for your phone number?” Steve asks jokingly and Bucky laughs.
“Nah, I’m more of a third-date kinda guy,” he answers mockingly.
They end up exchanging phone numbers.
For a week they keep texting each other every minute they have. They just seem to have many similar interests.
They end up at Steve’s fancy apartment for a “casual” Thursday dinner. But Steve hopes there will be more than just dinner happening that night.
Bucky would be lying if he said that he also thought that would be just a dinner.
He spent most of his evening getting ready, full everything shower, and had called his sister for outfit aid.
He ended up wearing a pair of black pair of tight jeans, with a grey tank top. Slightly loose to show off his muscles but not entirely classy. He added a grey and black flannel shirt last minute.
He has his reliable shiny black Doc Matherns and similar-looking modular helmet.
He has the full biker outfit, even if he didn’t do it on purpose. At least he knows he looks hot like this, and is one of the most simple types of outfits he wears.
He figures that if Steve really likes him, he will not mind if he dresses differently than him.
Bucky was just five minutes early when he arrived at the address Steve had sent him. To say he was impressed with the fanciness of the building was an understatement.
The building had a reception. And there he was, his bike’s helmet in hand, dressed casually when everything around him was fucking marble .
The man behind the reception greeted him respectfully regardless of his appearance.
“Good evening, I’m here for Steve Rogers,” he answered politely because his Ma had taught him well.
“Yes, Mr. Rogers has mentioned a guest, may I see some ID?”
Bucky nodded as he got his wallet out of his jean’s back pocket. Then handed his document over. He wondered if the receptionist thought he was a hooker.
“Ok, please enter the first elevator on the right, it will take you directly to Mr. Roger’s quarters.” Bucky did as instructed.
“Good to see you Bucky,” Steve blushed happily as he greeted the younger man. “Dinner will be here in about 40 minutes, I hope you are not too hungry, we can-” he was interrupted by a phone ringing.
Steve death-stared at the phone on top of a pile of paper, perhaps documents? Some work? Bucky made a little smile at seeing him comically angry.
“Excuse me, make yourself home, please,” he said as he hurried to pick up.
“What?” he asked infuriated. Bucky giggled as he put his helmet on a hanger next to the entrance, then he noticed a pair of fluffy slippers.
“Fuck, no, listen, I can’t believe this bullshit. Ugh. Shut up.” Steve sat on the couch and started spreading out the documents as Bucky took off his shoes and almost moaned at the softness of the slippers.
“Here’s what you will do. Tomorrow morning you are going to the office and telling everyone to work to figure out the operating cash flow of the project. Yes, even you. I don’t fucking care. I’m not gonna invest 210 million in a project that has a negative net present value. See? Now you understand me. Also, make it for 7 years. Yeah, of course, you need to predict a raise in tax.”
Bucky sat next to him on the ridiculously big couch, he had no idea what Steve was talking about but he seemed to know a lot about it. He looked hot ordering people around.
Bucky felt his dick chub up as he thought about how he had total control over Steve.
“No, who the fuck gave you a degree? Google the shit, I’m off the clock. This needs to be solved in three days, ok? Bye.” he said and he was very close to smashing the phone onto the crystal coffee table. He stopped just a couple of inches off. He slowed down and left the phone there.
“Sorry,” he said as he turned to Bucky, but the younger didn’t care much. “Like them?” he asked pointing down at the pair of flippers.
Bucky smiled “So damn soft.”
“I’m glad you like them, also there is sushi for dinner,” he announces, and Bucky almost drolls.
“Oh fuck yes,” Bucky moaned as an answer, he loved sushi. And he just knew this would probably be the best sushi he will ever taste.
Steve smiled contently, then he scooched towards Bucky. “There is also another thing I want to talk about. It’s well. I guess the best way to put it is a contract.”
“Some more NDAs?” Bucky asks but Steve nods no.
“Well, I’m very attracted to you. But there is something I want to ask you that goes behind a standard relationship. As you have very smartly noticed, I bet, I have some specific things I like in sex. I like being dommed.”
Bucky feels his cock harden. He nods.
“I would like for you to be my Dom, if you want.”
“I’ve never dommed before, I mean, I’m a top, I’ve seen some BDSM porn but never put too much thought into it.”
“If it’s not your cup of tea please don’t feel obliged to accept.”
“I’m very interested, don’t worry, I might just need to do some research to be able to do everything safely.”
“Oh, yeah, you seemed like a natural tho. . .” Steve compliments and he feels himself getting hard.
“Oh yeah?” Bucky asks as he pushes Steve flat on the couch, then hoovers over him.
“Yes Bucky, you have a talent for making me desperate,” he says as he eyes the clock.
“What would you do if I fucked you right now? Would you blush even more if someone walked in?” Bucky asks, tempting the blonde.
Steve can only whimper as an answer. “Anything Bucky, anything you want,” he whimpers when he feels how hard Bucky is against him.
“What are some of the things you like doing?”
“I like giving up control. I spend the day ordering people around, so when I come home, I want to give it all up. I like giving pleasure, I swear I could spend an entire afternoon just on my knees for you.”
Bucky moans.
“You can fuck me as many times as you want and if you get tired you can use my sex toys on me, you can make me cum as many times as you want, or none at all.”
Bucky starts thrusting his hips harder.
“You can tie me up, plug me, make me wear a collar, ah, fuck, you can fill me up, plug me and send me to work all day with you inside me,”
Everything is making Bucky feral. He’s, he’s losing his mind.
“You can praise me, humiliate me, whatever you feel like calling me, really, you can control as much as you want and are comfortable in my life, fuck, fuck , Bucky!” The blonde moans.
“You close Steve? Do you want to cum like this? Or do you prefer to cum on my cock?” Bucky asks, he’s so turned on right now.
“Fuck I want to cum down your throat,” he says as he moves upward on the couch, now blessing the size of it.
“Yes please, please,” Steve would have continued his begging if he didn’t have his mouth filled. Bucky loved the sight.
“Touch yourself, but you can only cum after me, ok?” It does feel naturally easy for him to control Steve. Immediately he hears a zip being opened.
“Yesh,” Steve says, and Bucky moans in surprise.
Bucky rolls his hips and fucks into Steve’s mouth, it somehow feels even better than when Steve was on his knees for him.
He loves the feeling. So wet and warm. He fucks deep and fast, chasing his pleasure.
Steve moans in pleasure, and Bucky has the confirmation that Steve is enjoying this just like him.
Bucky looks at Steve’s face and nearly cums on the spot. Steve’s cheeks are incredibly red, he’s just so pretty like this. His chin is covered in spit, the little moans, the body shivers. . .
It doesn’t take long before Steve starts crying in pleasure and when Bucky notices, he cums.
This view should be illegal, he thinks with the last brain cells he has left after the mindblowing orgasm.
Steve drinks all his cum and patiently waits for Bucky’s orgasm to be done before touching himself and cumming.
Bucky moves away to give Steve the liberty to breathe.
“Can I be the small spoon?” Steve asks, and Bucky giggles.
“Cuddler, huh?” he comments as he wraps an arm around Steve, and then directs him to his chest so that he can lie there.
“Yeah, aftercare is important,” he explains.
“I didn’t do it last time.”
“Yeah, well, we had a dinner party to attend.”
“Still, what counts as aftercare?” Bucky asks since he doesn’t know much about the topic.
“Well, aftercare is the time we take together to recover and to make sure that our emotional and physical needs are met. I like cuddling because it can be a sharp contrast to a scene, going from whatever to a safe and comfy space.”
Bucky nods.
“For example, taking restraints off and making sure everything worked well and won’t hurt more than what I’m comfortable with is aftercare. It’s the time to come back to reality after doing something completely different.
“There is also subspace, have you ever heard of it?”
“No, can you explain it to me?” Bucky feels a little embarrassed at his lack of knowledge but doesn’t mind Steve explaining it to him.
“Yeah, subspace is the ultimate goal for a sub. It’s just a warm feeling where there are no thoughts, no preoccupations, it’s like there is just the Sub and Dom in the world. Nothing else. Only nice feelings and my whole body become puddy. It’s remotely like being super chill drunk or high.”
“That sounds awesome,” Bucky comments as he pets Steve’s head. Steve wants to purr so badly.
“It is, that’s why I do this. Of course, there is a domspace too, it’s when the body of the dom is acting almost like it’s on autopilot, one action seamlessly flowing into the next action. I’ve never experienced it, being a sub, but it also feels nice.”
“Sounds like it, they both follow the principle of <no thoughts, head empty>,” and Steve nods. “And how much of your life should I control?”
“As much as you want; we can start easy. I would like it if you moved in tho. I try to go to the office only in extreme cases, so we could spend some more time together.”
“I would like that, but I work mostly in the lab, so it might not be home as much.”
“No worries. you can do whatever hours, I will just be available for you to use,” Steve almost moans as he says it, he’s so happy to have a Dom.
“Fuck, you are gonna turn me on again, and there’s dinner coming.”
“We always have some time after dinner,” Steve smirks, and who is Bucky to deny him?
After the wonderful sushi, Steve gives him a tour of the house.
“Holy fuck,” Bucky says, the first thing Steve shows him is the balcony, which has a jacuzzi.
The other rooms are a normal level of fancy, he thinks.
There is a spare room in case Bucky might need it, with a bathroom attached.
Steve’s room is similar, with a giant bed in the middle and attached to two other rooms, one is a bathroom. It has a bathtub.
“Oh my God,” Bucky says as soon as he sees it. “I never had a bathtub, fuck,” he almost wants to get in at that moment.
“I think there is something else that might interest you,” he says as he leans on the door frame of the other rooms attached.
It’s a walk-in closet. Bucky notices the rows and rows of perfect suits hanging, all the polished shoes.
“Do you even have comfy clothes?” he jokes and then Steve opens a drawer containing mostly sportswear, he leans to touch the materials, and he immediately decides that he needs a pair.
The sweatpants are ridiculously soft, the t-shirts are many different colors and perfectly folded.
Steve giggles and as soon as Bucky turns to him to mock him, the older opens one of the closet’s doors. It’s. Well. Sex toys. Ropes. Paddles.
Bucky can’t control himself any longer.
He grabs a condom from the box conveniently placed next to the collection and bends Steve over the velvet seat in the walk-in closet. Bucky fucks him hard and fast. Twice.
Over the next two weeks, Bucky starts getting more work done from the house and moves his stuff over.
He gets thru the ridiculously long Dom-Sub contract Steve got him.
He often has to google terms he doesn’t recognize, he has pieces highlighted for when he has questions.
They both also get tested, so that they can fuck without condoms. Bucky can’t wait to fill Steve up.
“Is it normal that every time I try to read the contract I get hard?” Bucky asks one evening as they were both chilling on the couch.
Steve is drawing on his sketchpad and Bucky was trying to read some more pages of the contract.
Steve giggles at his question. “Definitely. Want me to hold you?”
Bucky looks confused for a second, then Steve opens his mouth and leaves it open. “You mean to give me a blowjob?”
“Not quite, it’s mentioned in the contract, it’s called cockwarming,” Steve explains and puts his drawing pad down. “I just hold your cock, hard, soft, it doesn’t matter, I’ma keep it warm.”
Bucky shifts in his seat. Pleasure slowly buzzes in his veins. “Ok, come here, Stevie,” he orders.
Steve mewls at the pet name, he’s so glad they found a name for him they are both comfortable with.
They are still looking for a title that Bucky likes. <Sir> makes him feel old. <Daddy> seems creepy, considering he is way younger than Steve.
“Yes, master,” Steve tries, and finally , they seem to have found something both of them like. Bucky’s breath hitches at the pet name.
Bucky seats against the back of the couch, comfortably surrounded by blankets and pillows.
Steve finds himself a comfy position and then takes Bucky’s half-hard dick out.
Bucky brings his left hand to pet Steve’s head. And takes a couple of deep breaths to relax into the new sensation.
He gets thru five more pages and then he’s fully floating, all his muscles relax and he can’t keep his focus. He rests his head backward.
Bucky is not even sure that he’s hard. It feels wonderful anyway. He lets the papers down on the coffee table and stretches his hands.
He looks down at Steve, and for a second he wonders if he fell asleep. Then he thinks he’s probably just in subspace. He strokes his cheek softly, he can almost feel himself.
Ok, now he’s getting hard, he hopes the surprise won’t choke Steve. . . Not in a bad way at least.
“Hey Sugar,” Bucky says as he grips Steve’s hair to lift his face a little, he knows that Steve can take all of his length, but that’s when he’s present.
“How are you feeling?” Bucky asks when Steve’s eyes flutter, now he understands the difference between present and subspace.
“Good, so good,” Steve moans.
Bucky uses the grip on the blonde’s hair to yank him up for a kiss.
Steve’s tongue is almost non-moving against Bucky’s. He moans at the sensation.
“Bucky,” Steve moans desperately, he thrusts his hips against his partner’s without even thinking about it.
“What do you need, beautiful?” Bucky asks, still holding Steve’s head by his hair, he thugs harder.
Steve moans appreciatively at the pain. “I want to make you cum, please, please Master.”
Bucky can see how Steve’s about to cry. He needs to be just a little more desperate. He needs to be pushed just a little bit more.
“What makes you think you deserve to suck me off? What makes you think you deserve my cum?” Bucky teases with a grin.
Steve had already told him how desperate he can get, and how much he likes it. Bucky had to find out for himself how much he can push Steve.
“Please Master, please, I can be good, I can be soo good, please, my mouth is warm, please let me have your cum,” Steve is just on the edge of crying, Bucky thinks he needs just one more push.
“Why would I let you suck me?” He asks while yanking Steve.
“Please, I need your cock in my mouth, I’m, it’s the only thing I need,” he whimpers and starts crying.
That’s exactly what Bucky was waiting for, so he moves Steve lower.
“Now you can have it,” he chokes on his words when the Sub immediately gets the whole length in his mouth.
“Fuck, you are so needy,” his brain then remembers a pleasant conversation about Steve’s degradation kink.
“Such a needy bitch, are you?” Steve moans around his length and speeds up; Bucky hit the right spot.
Bucky throws his head backward as he’s about to cum, he grips Steve’s hair with both hands. His moans are filling the room, he closes his eyes in pleasure.
“Fuck, keep doing that , yes, ah,” Bucky thrusts his hips upwards and then feels Steve’s right hand come on his hip.
If Steve can’t use his safeword he can touch every part of Bucky’s body twice as a signal.
“Slow down for a second baby,” Steve obeys but still doesn’t let his mouth free. Steve just keeps staring at him, and God help him, Bucky’s brain almost doesn’t have enough brain to remember what he was trying to do.
“Come up,” he says and Steve obeys.
“Are you ok? You know you can always use your safe gesture at any time?” Steve nods twice.
“It’s just,” the blonde says as he blushes.
“Tell me, baby,” Bucky prompts.
“I was very close to cumming and I don’t know if I’m allowed,” he says, and Bucky nods.
“Ok baby, thank you for telling me.” he takes a deep breath. “Unless I tell you otherwise, always feel free to cum whenever you want, ok?” Bucky instructs and Steve nods.
“Thank you, master,” he says as he lowers himself back down, “Can I still have your cock?”
“Yes baby, you deserve it,” Bucky says as he gently pets Steve’s hair, then he grips at the base tight.
Steve moans and then gets back to eagerly sucking his Dom’s cock.
Bucky can see the little shivers Steve’s making, how he’s fighting the urge to thrust against Bucky’s legs, and how he wants to give pleasure to Bucky first.
“You look so fucking beautiful on my cock baby, want me to cum on your face?” he asks teasingly with a smirk.
Steve moans, quickly consider his options and then keeps sucking Bucky, adding more pressure.
“Oh fuuuck , baby I’m gonna cum, fuck,” Bucky moans as he spills inside Steve’s mouth. His hips twitch upwards and he hears Steve choke. He can only smile as he hears his lover’s orgasm approach because of the choking.
Steve makes the most delicious small whimpers, all still around his oversensitive cock.
Once Bucky’s head is more or less clear after the orgasm he gets Steve to lay and cuddle on top of his chest.
“Did you cum, baby?” he asks gently, moving some sweaty strands of hair off Steve’s forehead.
“Yes, Master,” he confirms and rubs his face onto Bucky’s chest.
“Good, let’s rest for a bit, huh?” he says and Steve just makes a bunch of happy noises, Bucky somehow understands.