Sam means that - he knows he could, knows Bucky would be a good man and stop what they're doing. But Bucky doesn't know yet that he fuels Sam with every drop of cum he fills Sam with. That it's a precious gift to Sam. That Sam is insatiable not just in the hypothetical. It can be dangerous for a human to give in to fae whims - there have been those who perished trying to keep pace with a horny fae. If Sam forgot himself, he could put Bucky on a bed and ride him for days without needing a break - but without affording Bucky one either.
Bucky's lucky that Sam actually likes him, not just his cock, not just the pleasure he gives so endearingly, foolishly and freely.
It's why they can do this so much more often these days. Sam's magic reacts instinctively, makes Bucky stronger, more virile. Subtle thickens his cock and fills his balls. Encourages his body to spill more of itself into Sam, bury parts of Bucky so deep they can never be taken back.
"You promise that so lightly. Will you make me drip?"
And he turns at the top of the stairs, sees Bucky's eyes catch on the subtle golden glint beneath the near sheer fabric of the tunic. Smirks. Casts a glance around - nobody up here, and nobody at the bottom of the stairs. Sam doesn't let go of Bucky's hand, but reaches up, makes Bucky cup one pec so he can fondle it. Then tugs his collar down and sideways. With Bucky standing two steps below, Sam's tits are on face level, and Sam is clearly offering himself to Bucky's mouth. Tugs him forwards, wants Bucky to get his pierced nipples stiff and wet and sensitive.
"I will whine the way you like if you please me well."
He's got it bad. Offers gifts to Bucky - the taste and feel of his tits, the sound he makes that Bucky covets so much - and wishes the man could see them for what they are. Wishes Bucky could want Sam in all the ways in which Sam wants Bucky - in passionate lovemaking, in sweetest courtship, in blissful mating.
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Sam means that - he knows he could, knows Bucky would be a good man and stop what they're doing. But Bucky doesn't know yet that he fuels Sam with every drop of cum he fills Sam with. That it's a precious gift to Sam. That Sam is insatiable not just in the hypothetical. It can be dangerous for a human to give in to fae whims - there have been those who perished trying to keep pace with a horny fae. If Sam forgot himself, he could put Bucky on a bed and ride him for days without needing a break - but without affording Bucky one either.
Bucky's lucky that Sam actually likes him, not just his cock, not just the pleasure he gives so endearingly, foolishly and freely.
It's why they can do this so much more often these days. Sam's magic reacts instinctively, makes Bucky stronger, more virile. Subtle thickens his cock and fills his balls. Encourages his body to spill more of itself into Sam, bury parts of Bucky so deep they can never be taken back.
"You promise that so lightly. Will you make me drip?"
And he turns at the top of the stairs, sees Bucky's eyes catch on the subtle golden glint beneath the near sheer fabric of the tunic. Smirks. Casts a glance around - nobody up here, and nobody at the bottom of the stairs. Sam doesn't let go of Bucky's hand, but reaches up, makes Bucky cup one pec so he can fondle it. Then tugs his collar down and sideways. With Bucky standing two steps below, Sam's tits are on face level, and Sam is clearly offering himself to Bucky's mouth. Tugs him forwards, wants Bucky to get his pierced nipples stiff and wet and sensitive.
"I will whine the way you like if you please me well."
He's got it bad. Offers gifts to Bucky - the taste and feel of his tits, the sound he makes that Bucky covets so much - and wishes the man could see them for what they are. Wishes Bucky could want Sam in all the ways in which Sam wants Bucky - in passionate lovemaking, in sweetest courtship, in blissful mating.