"Do you, though?" Bucky laughs, having shifted back to his normal size (and communication ability) within the last two hours or so. It's difficult to use the Voice when you can barely speak in the first place. "I think how much you came would indicate that you don't, but what do I know?"

He's got Sam in the plush armchair, facing the back of it while Bucky crowds him. He has fucked Sam against every wall, bookcase, and piece of stable furniture that could take it. The desk in a variety of positions.

Sliding in is easy, even with a knot, Sam's been so well-used.

"Can't let my sweetheart get sick from overwork and not enough sleep, especially because of me, now can I?" He groans once he's fully seated inside of Sam, starts at a fairly relentless pace. Holds the back of the chair to keep it from tipping over. "One more baby and we can go, hmm?"