Sam feels like he can't move. Can only sit there, ass gaping, cum and slick ruining the arm chair. Can't even muster up the energy to put up token resistance when Bucky puts him in that ridiculous hoodie.
"What, you worried about some more competition?" he grouses instead, but sinks into the hoodie. It's soft, and Sam likes that right now. His eyes are half lidded. He looks like he might be drifting off. Reaches up to rub lightly at his shoulder, though. Feels the sting of bite marks and can't even pretend to be bothered by that right now.
Bucky, meanwhile, is gathering Sam's things and putting them in his backpack. Torn pants, wallet, phone, keys, shirt, that leather jacket he likes so much. Into the bag it all goes, and then Bucky crosses the room again to gently boop Sam on the nose.
"Nope."
An answer to both of Sam's questions, apparently, as Bucky scoops Sam into his arms and leaves the ofdice, the building, behind. Bundles Sam into the passenger seat of his SUV, which already has a towel down on the seat and the seat warmers on.
"You alive in there? Feel free to flip me off in lieu of answering so I can take that as a direct invitation." Starting the car. He knows where Sam lives, so.
The middle finger is up even before Bucky finishes the sentence fully. Sam doesn't have the energy to glare. To think about the fact that this goddamn stranger was so prepared he had a towel on the seat, as if taking Sam home had always been the plan.
Sam almost starts. Taking him home had always been the plan.
He looks at Bucky from the corner of his eyes. Can't muster the energy to be surprised that he knows where Sam lives.
Criticizes the fuck out of his driving and route choice halfway through the ride home, though, because Sam can't not be a brat with this man, apparently. As if getting bitten once wasn't enough to dissuade him from running his mouth enthusiastically.
"Say one more thing about my speeding you home," Bucky threatens, and of course Sam says exactly one more thing, which means at the next stoplight Bucky starts driving the actual speed limit while getting Sam to put his dick in his mouth. For the rest of the drive.
It is, possibly, less about receiving head and more about getting Sam to shush in the moment.
(Receiving head from Sam is still a pretty good bonus, though.)
He doesn't knot up or even get off from it, a little too focused on driving them to Sam's apartment as quickly as possible. Because Sam needs rest before Bucky interrupts all of Tony's plans for the laziest courtship ever. It's a difficult thing to pull Sam away once they're parked, but Bucky manages it. Barely. After five minutes more or so of it.
He carries Sam up the stairs to his apartment. Uses Sam's key to let them both in. (He has his own, that he has already copied from Sam's key, but shh.) He knows exactly where Sam's bedroom is, and sets Sam down on his bed, helping him undress and then...
Gets undressed himself and climbs into bed behind Sam. "Hi."
When his face is pulled into Bucky's lap, Sam freezes for a moment. Bucky will feel it too, the way Sam goes tense. Bucky will have to forgive him for being suspicious, when Sam doesn't know him well enough yet to know Bucky would never cross that line. There's a lot of hard fetish porn centered around alphas knotting the mouths of their partners, and some alphas apparently think it's hot. It's not - uncomfortable and dehumanizing is what it is. It's when Sam realizes that Bucky isn't gonna that he relaxes again for the rest of t he drive. Maybe even drifts off a little with the weight and taste of cock on his tongue. What he can say? It can be comfortable, keeping someone warm without expectation of active participation.
He will regret showing his hand on that, later. A problem for future Sam.
For now, he's so exhausted he's not fully aware of the fact that Bucky's staying until he's sliding into bed.
"I want to be alone," he whines, and knows he sounds cranky and petulant. Can't help it though. He's just exhausted, overly sensitive, and feels... not violated, no. But like his boundaries are being pushed hard and consistently. So he sniffs, indignant. Squirms a little to try and free himself from Bucky's embrace. "Why do you even know where everything is? Fuck, did you break in?" He wishes he could sound more pissed off, truth be told. But the truth is he's already drifting a little, so exhausted he can barely keep his eyes open.
So exhausted he even forgets to set himself an alarm, too.
"Yeah, yeah," is Bucky's response as he cuddles even closer, which is to say that he won't leave Sam alone, get out of his bed, or stop cuddling him. It's also an admission: he's definitely broken into Sam's place, but more or less just to look around before today. Figure out where Sam keeps his things. Evaluate the state of his kitchen. Stuff like that. "Get some sleep, sweetheart," he murmurs as Sam's breathing evens out and he gently works his cock inside.
He doesn't do anything at first. Just holds Sam close and listens to him breathe. Nuzzles the back of his neck.
But then Sam shifts in his sleep, murmurs, and Bucky... Well. Impulse control, or specifically the lack thereof, means he starts moving to make more friction. Slow, so as to not wake Sam. It's nice. And Bucky is nearly insatiable as it stands.
Fucking Sam slowly in his sleep? It's kind of perfect. But once it's over Bucky drags himself out of Sam's bed and decides to handle some of the things Sam would probably do for himself if he hadn't been too busy being fucked in his office for nearly ten hours. Like clean up a little. Get groceries delivered. Order coffee from Sam's favorite cafe to arrive around four o'clock, which is the time that he rouses Sam from the nest he's made in his bed.
Sam mumbles something unintelligible into the pillow. Has difficulty pulling himself out of his sleepy haze because he doesn't want to get up. Feels more comfortable than he has in years. Slept better than ever, and doesn't quite get why just yet. He stretches eventually, providing Bucky with a sight to behold quite without meaning to. Feels a deep ache under the comfort, and can't be fully mad about it right now.
His face goes flat and unimpressed when he sees the label on the coffee though. Takes it anyway after sitting up and wishes he had the strength to chew Bucky out for the all around stalking.
Curaes when he looks at the time.
"Liaten. You had what you wanted. You had your fun. But I got a date in two hours. You gotta go, and I gotta get ready."
"An official challenge, remember? Means I have to tell Tony, to his face, in your presence. Easiest way to do that without actively interrupting your date is to wait til he gets here." He gives Sam a cocky smile. "Besides, you're moving so slow by the time two hours pass if I'm not here you ain't gonna be dressed."
So, Sam. Time to get up. Bucky grins down at him. "You need to shower, and I figure you should have a little food in your stomach before Tony shows up at, what... six?" Incredulity. Tony is never on time. "Because knowing him, it'll be a fancy dinner but not a filling one. More booze than anything. So, up, up."
"It's almost as if someone disrupted my entire day. Hmmm, I wonder who made it so i couldn't go on my morning run and get my own coffee." Sam pushes himself to his feet. Sways, curses under his breath when he feels cum run down his thighs. Pointedly doesn't comment because Bucky looks smug enough as is.
A deep sigh, then Sam steps closer. Puts his hands on Bucky's chest. "I just want to have a nice evening with Tony. I don't want drama. I don't want you two in a pissing contest. So." Deep breath. "If I invite you in the shower with me. Will you promise that you're just gonna make the official challenge and let me go on my date without fuss otherwise? Will you promise to play nice?"
And if he likes how warm Bucky is through his shirt, how solid. How present...
"You have my word. I'll never interrupt your time with him." Bucky covers Sam's hand with one of his own. "This isn't really about Stark. I know him and I don't think he's worth your time, but I'm not doing all this just to piss him off."
It's just a happy sort of coincidence, really.
He kisses Sam on the forehead. "We both need a shower, though." Smirking. "Ready?"
He can feel Bucky's heart beat. Steady and comforting. Close. Warm. Present in ways Sam never had anyone present.
Ugh. What a dick.
Sam rolls his eyes. And on second thought gives Bucky a nip on the jaw again just like he did the previous night. Perhaps this one is lighter though. More like a gruff little tease. Almost playful.
Ugh.
Sam leads the way to the bathroom, stopping to grab an extra towel for Bucky, as well as spare clothes. Picks a dark turtleneck and dark slacks for himself. They will look with his brown leather jacket, and the material hugs him nice in all the good spots. Tony will appreciate that. So will Bucky in the meantime, probably.
He doesn't quite remember later how he ends up getting lazily and comfortably fingerfucked in the shower, but well. He's perhaps not fully with it, riding the high of sensation like this. Mumbles half a protest when Bucky begins washing him, too, but can't be bothered to resist. Just floats a little, taken care of so thoroughly.
Bucky is very thorough when it comes to washing Sam's body (and finger fucking him in the shower, because orgasms before a date make things a lot less stressful, in his experience).
Also when it comes to helping Sam dry off, moisturize, get dressed. At which point he sets Sam down with a salad that won't make him feel too full in case he's wrong about what Tony has planned for their dinner out but will give him enough energy to actually be awake for it.
Then he putters around. Does laundry. Cleans the sheets. Keeps busy and out of Sam's hair directly for the next half hour until 6. Comes into the kitchen at 6:15 and pours himself some of Sam's orange juice.
Glances at the omega. "Staring at the door like that ain't gonna get his ass here any faster. You're just working yourself up."
"Dunno if you not noticed, but I'm hot when I'm pissed." Sam drums his fingers on the kitchen table. Wants to lash out at Bucky but knows it would be unfair. He's just antsy. Upset, too. Being late without a headsup would grind his gears at the best of times, but given Tony's cancellation the previous night it feels so damn disrespectful.
Usually Sam would invest that nervous energy into doing everything Bucky is currently covering. And that's kinda worse - because Sam feels like he should get to enjoy having someone take care of.shit for him for just this once. But he can't, because relaxing when he's in wait mode like this proves impossible. And he knows snapping at Bucky would be tremendously unfair, too, even though he never asked Bucky to do any of this.
So hes left upset and antsy.
"I just love how one of you isn't leaving and the other isn't showing."
"You're hot all the time," Bucky says casually; although he knew that Tony would do this, he expected some kind of call at the very least. Sam deserves better, certainly.
Tony is in for a world of trouble.
In the meantime though, Bucky would rather get Sam to be less on edge. So. Tea, then. Nothing soporific but something calming. "Let's give him another ten minutes? Then we'll do something else."
"Let me guess," Sam drawls, watching Bucky move about the kitchen as if he lives here. As if he's been here a hundred times. It's unsettling, he reminds himself. not comforting. "You're gonna suggest sex."
He rolls his eyes a bit. It would take all the edge of, granted. But Sam is already exhausted and over sensitive as is. He just can't do another 10 hours just because Tony is a no show.
"It's not a big deal anyway. Plenty people are late. Plenty people get stood up."
"I was going to suggest sex, yes. I could give you a blowjob. Doesn't have to be me deep inside of you, causing you to make all those really great noises I love so much." He shrugs. "Pretty sure I could manage that with my mouth."
Tea, though. Bucky hands him a steaming mug, half full.
It's almost a flirtation, lacks the sharpness to only be bickering. Sam isn't sure what to want here. Isn't sure what he should want. Wraps his hands around the mug though, and is gratedul for it. Truth be told, he's upset. Bucky is overstepping and demanding, but not cruel, and Sam can't help bu ut be aware that it could have been any alpha invading his life like that. And Tony, supposed to court him, wouldn't have been around to fend for Sam. The thought is depressing.
"And if I wanted it so hard I couldn't think anymore for a while?"
Because he would like his thoughts to keep from darkening. And if there's gonna be sex either way...
"You do have a point..." Drawling, like he doesn't know this about himself. And grinning around the edge of his orange juice glass.
At Sam's question, Bucky nods towards the tea. "Finish that first." Bucky, for his part, is going to down the OJ and strip out of his borrowed sweatpants. No underwear (as per usual).
He's already hard. So, definitely, Bucky can grant him those desires.
"Don't cum on my clothes. If Tony shows up, I AM leaving for that date."
Sam leans back a little and sips his tea. Slowly. Just let's his eyes roam over Bucky, taking him in. He barely had the chance last night with how Bucky had pounced. It's kinda nice now to comply with Bucky's demand but still claim power - he's gonna finish his tea first alright, and he's gonna enjoy the view in the meantime.
After all, Tony officially still has 10 minutes before Bucky does whatever the hell he wants.
Sam makes eye contact after a long moment, swallows around the tea. It's damn nice.
Bucky is patient and still through Sam's evaluation. He can tell the omega enjoys what he sees at the very least; his cock twitches at Sam's gaze.
"I did." He sounds pretty unapologetic about it, because he is unapologetic about it. "And you have my word." A small incline of his head. He can accept reasonable expectations of his behaviors, after all. "I won't ruin your clothes."
Bucky should've checked. About that, about shifting, definitely. He and Sam should probably have actual conversations about how he feels about those things. He gives Sam a rueful smile, and a nod.
Advice heard.
Sam bolts. Bucky whoops and gives chase. Lets Sam escape his grasp a few times over the next ten, fifteen minutes.
Despite his cock bobbing enthusiastically at these shenanigans, he's careful not to get anything on Sam's clothes. Which might be half the reason Sam keeps slipping from his grasp.
Sam's never done this - not in play at least. Running from an alpha, being chased. He's pleased that Bucky heeds his request, doesn't go for the clothes despite how easily he could. It's why hs doesn't fight too hard when eventually, Bucky crowds him against a wall, next to the front door. Sam nips at his lips, then turns around in his grasp. Pushes his pants down, just enough to give access.
"Slow," he warns. He's sensitive, he's exhausted. He doesn't want to be pounded to tears now. "But... hard. Deep." He did ask to have his thoughts fucked away after all.
"Of course, sweetheart," Bucky murmurs as he nips at Sam's earlobe, reaching for Sam's ass with both hands. Massaging those muscles a little as he holds the cheeks apart and lines himself up. "Your wish is my command."
It's a skill, to fuck someone slow but roughly. To get deep without moving too fast. Fortunately? Bucky feels pretty up to the task. His thrusts into Sam are long, and he keeps his cock inside him for longer after each stroke. Grinds his hips into that perfect ass. Kisses Sam's ear, his neck, lightly, softly, in complete contrast to all other contact.
He watches Sam's expression as they go. Grinds his knot against Sam's sweet spot and grants soft praise as Sam's hold on stress and reality seem to slip.
The door bell buzzes about half an hour into this. Sam has gone a bit boneless but there's still some tension between his shoulders at the sound; Bucky sucks his teeth and keeps going, opening the front door with one hand.
Which means Tony Stark gets a pretty good view of Sam getting slowly but thoroughly fucked once he takes off his damned sunglasses.
"You're an hour late, Stark. Stressed him the whole fuck out."
Sam is very dimly aware of the door bell, of the door opening. Of Tony's incredulous reaction. Truth be told he's floating a little. It's nice, and he feels oh so relaxed. Tony's arrival does being him back to himself a little though. Not until the conversation has progressed a bit though, into both men arguing. Or rather. Tony arguing. Sam sighs. Reaches back to pat Bucky's hip.
"C'mon. No knot."
If his own erection is flagging, well. Sam seems willing to accept that. Looks at Tony.
"He showed up last night, when you cancelled. He's contesting the claim."
Makes a gesture that implies there's nothing to be done hear. Doesn't tell Tony how much of a fight he's been putting up about the whole thing though - apparently that is to stay between Bucky and him.
"He's right though. You are late, Tony, by a whole hour. Calm down and let me get cleaned up."
Tony snorts. "Yeah no, we have a reservation to catch. You can clean up at the restaurant. Let's move. I'm not letting some punk ruin my night."
And there goes the rest of Sam's arousal. It was a nice half hour that he spent being edged on Bucky's dick. But it's very obvious there is no salvaging Sam's rapidly plummeting mood here.
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"What, you worried about some more competition?" he grouses instead, but sinks into the hoodie. It's soft, and Sam likes that right now. His eyes are half lidded. He looks like he might be drifting off. Reaches up to rub lightly at his shoulder, though. Feels the sting of bite marks and can't even pretend to be bothered by that right now.
"Are you ever gonna leave me alone?"
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"Nope."
An answer to both of Sam's questions, apparently, as Bucky scoops Sam into his arms and leaves the ofdice, the building, behind. Bundles Sam into the passenger seat of his SUV, which already has a towel down on the seat and the seat warmers on.
"You alive in there? Feel free to flip me off in lieu of answering so I can take that as a direct invitation." Starting the car. He knows where Sam lives, so.
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Sam almost starts. Taking him home had always been the plan.
He looks at Bucky from the corner of his eyes. Can't muster the energy to be surprised that he knows where Sam lives.
Criticizes the fuck out of his driving and route choice halfway through the ride home, though, because Sam can't not be a brat with this man, apparently. As if getting bitten once wasn't enough to dissuade him from running his mouth enthusiastically.
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It is, possibly, less about receiving head and more about getting Sam to shush in the moment.
(Receiving head from Sam is still a pretty good bonus, though.)
He doesn't knot up or even get off from it, a little too focused on driving them to Sam's apartment as quickly as possible. Because Sam needs rest before Bucky interrupts all of Tony's plans for the laziest courtship ever. It's a difficult thing to pull Sam away once they're parked, but Bucky manages it. Barely. After five minutes more or so of it.
He carries Sam up the stairs to his apartment. Uses Sam's key to let them both in. (He has his own, that he has already copied from Sam's key, but shh.) He knows exactly where Sam's bedroom is, and sets Sam down on his bed, helping him undress and then...
Gets undressed himself and climbs into bed behind Sam. "Hi."
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He will regret showing his hand on that, later. A problem for future Sam.
For now, he's so exhausted he's not fully aware of the fact that Bucky's staying until he's sliding into bed.
"I want to be alone," he whines, and knows he sounds cranky and petulant. Can't help it though. He's just exhausted, overly sensitive, and feels... not violated, no. But like his boundaries are being pushed hard and consistently. So he sniffs, indignant. Squirms a little to try and free himself from Bucky's embrace. "Why do you even know where everything is? Fuck, did you break in?" He wishes he could sound more pissed off, truth be told. But the truth is he's already drifting a little, so exhausted he can barely keep his eyes open.
So exhausted he even forgets to set himself an alarm, too.
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He doesn't do anything at first. Just holds Sam close and listens to him breathe. Nuzzles the back of his neck.
But then Sam shifts in his sleep, murmurs, and Bucky... Well. Impulse control, or specifically the lack thereof, means he starts moving to make more friction. Slow, so as to not wake Sam. It's nice. And Bucky is nearly insatiable as it stands.
Fucking Sam slowly in his sleep? It's kind of perfect. But once it's over Bucky drags himself out of Sam's bed and decides to handle some of the things Sam would probably do for himself if he hadn't been too busy being fucked in his office for nearly ten hours. Like clean up a little. Get groceries delivered. Order coffee from Sam's favorite cafe to arrive around four o'clock, which is the time that he rouses Sam from the nest he's made in his bed.
"C'mon sweetheart. Time to get up."
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His face goes flat and unimpressed when he sees the label on the coffee though. Takes it anyway after sitting up and wishes he had the strength to chew Bucky out for the all around stalking.
Curaes when he looks at the time.
"Liaten. You had what you wanted. You had your fun. But I got a date in two hours. You gotta go, and I gotta get ready."
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So, Sam. Time to get up. Bucky grins down at him. "You need to shower, and I figure you should have a little food in your stomach before Tony shows up at, what... six?" Incredulity. Tony is never on time. "Because knowing him, it'll be a fancy dinner but not a filling one. More booze than anything. So, up, up."
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A deep sigh, then Sam steps closer. Puts his hands on Bucky's chest. "I just want to have a nice evening with Tony. I don't want drama. I don't want you two in a pissing contest. So." Deep breath. "If I invite you in the shower with me. Will you promise that you're just gonna make the official challenge and let me go on my date without fuss otherwise? Will you promise to play nice?"
And if he likes how warm Bucky is through his shirt, how solid. How present...
Nobody needs to know.
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It's just a happy sort of coincidence, really.
He kisses Sam on the forehead. "We both need a shower, though." Smirking. "Ready?"
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Ugh. What a dick.
Sam rolls his eyes. And on second thought gives Bucky a nip on the jaw again just like he did the previous night. Perhaps this one is lighter though. More like a gruff little tease. Almost playful.
Ugh.
Sam leads the way to the bathroom, stopping to grab an extra towel for Bucky, as well as spare clothes. Picks a dark turtleneck and dark slacks for himself. They will look with his brown leather jacket, and the material hugs him nice in all the good spots. Tony will appreciate that. So will Bucky in the meantime, probably.
He doesn't quite remember later how he ends up getting lazily and comfortably fingerfucked in the shower, but well. He's perhaps not fully with it, riding the high of sensation like this. Mumbles half a protest when Bucky begins washing him, too, but can't be bothered to resist. Just floats a little, taken care of so thoroughly.
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Also when it comes to helping Sam dry off, moisturize, get dressed. At which point he sets Sam down with a salad that won't make him feel too full in case he's wrong about what Tony has planned for their dinner out but will give him enough energy to actually be awake for it.
Then he putters around. Does laundry. Cleans the sheets. Keeps busy and out of Sam's hair directly for the next half hour until 6. Comes into the kitchen at 6:15 and pours himself some of Sam's orange juice.
Glances at the omega. "Staring at the door like that ain't gonna get his ass here any faster. You're just working yourself up."
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Usually Sam would invest that nervous energy into doing everything Bucky is currently covering. And that's kinda worse - because Sam feels like he should get to enjoy having someone take care of.shit for him for just this once. But he can't, because relaxing when he's in wait mode like this proves impossible. And he knows snapping at Bucky would be tremendously unfair, too, even though he never asked Bucky to do any of this.
So hes left upset and antsy.
"I just love how one of you isn't leaving and the other isn't showing."
Courtship isn't meant to be like this, is it?
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Tony is in for a world of trouble.
In the meantime though, Bucky would rather get Sam to be less on edge. So. Tea, then. Nothing soporific but something calming. "Let's give him another ten minutes? Then we'll do something else."
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He rolls his eyes a bit. It would take all the edge of, granted. But Sam is already exhausted and over sensitive as is. He just can't do another 10 hours just because Tony is a no show.
"It's not a big deal anyway. Plenty people are late. Plenty people get stood up."
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Tea, though. Bucky hands him a steaming mug, half full.
"He'll show up eventually, I'm sure."
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It's almost a flirtation, lacks the sharpness to only be bickering. Sam isn't sure what to want here. Isn't sure what he should want. Wraps his hands around the mug though, and is gratedul for it. Truth be told, he's upset. Bucky is overstepping and demanding, but not cruel, and Sam can't help bu ut be aware that it could have been any alpha invading his life like that. And Tony, supposed to court him, wouldn't have been around to fend for Sam. The thought is depressing.
"And if I wanted it so hard I couldn't think anymore for a while?"
Because he would like his thoughts to keep from darkening. And if there's gonna be sex either way...
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At Sam's question, Bucky nods towards the tea. "Finish that first." Bucky, for his part, is going to down the OJ and strip out of his borrowed sweatpants. No underwear (as per usual).
He's already hard. So, definitely, Bucky can grant him those desires.
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Sam leans back a little and sips his tea. Slowly. Just let's his eyes roam over Bucky, taking him in. He barely had the chance last night with how Bucky had pounced. It's kinda nice now to comply with Bucky's demand but still claim power - he's gonna finish his tea first alright, and he's gonna enjoy the view in the meantime.
After all, Tony officially still has 10 minutes before Bucky does whatever the hell he wants.
Sam makes eye contact after a long moment, swallows around the tea. It's damn nice.
"You fucked me while I was asleep, didn't you?"
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"I did." He sounds pretty unapologetic about it, because he is unapologetic about it. "And you have my word." A small incline of his head. He can accept reasonable expectations of his behaviors, after all. "I won't ruin your clothes."
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He's not saying he minds. Just that Bucky should have checked, generally speaking. Perhaps a gentle hint to Bucky.
Sam finishes his tea. Sets the mug down on the table, wipes moisture off his lip. Stands up.
And then he bolts.
And Sam isn't stupid.
He knows exactly what's going to happen.
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Advice heard.
Sam bolts. Bucky whoops and gives chase. Lets Sam escape his grasp a few times over the next ten, fifteen minutes.
Despite his cock bobbing enthusiastically at these shenanigans, he's careful not to get anything on Sam's clothes. Which might be half the reason Sam keeps slipping from his grasp.
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"Slow," he warns. He's sensitive, he's exhausted. He doesn't want to be pounded to tears now. "But... hard. Deep." He did ask to have his thoughts fucked away after all.
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"Your wish is my command."
It's a skill, to fuck someone slow but roughly. To get deep without moving too fast. Fortunately? Bucky feels pretty up to the task. His thrusts into Sam are long, and he keeps his cock inside him for longer after each stroke. Grinds his hips into that perfect ass. Kisses Sam's ear, his neck, lightly, softly, in complete contrast to all other contact.
He watches Sam's expression as they go. Grinds his knot against Sam's sweet spot and grants soft praise as Sam's hold on stress and reality seem to slip.
The door bell buzzes about half an hour into this. Sam has gone a bit boneless but there's still some tension between his shoulders at the sound; Bucky sucks his teeth and keeps going, opening the front door with one hand.
Which means Tony Stark gets a pretty good view of Sam getting slowly but thoroughly fucked once he takes off his damned sunglasses.
"You're an hour late, Stark. Stressed him the whole fuck out."
"What. In the FUCK. Are you doing here, Barnes?!"
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"C'mon. No knot."
If his own erection is flagging, well. Sam seems willing to accept that. Looks at Tony.
"He showed up last night, when you cancelled. He's contesting the claim."
Makes a gesture that implies there's nothing to be done hear. Doesn't tell Tony how much of a fight he's been putting up about the whole thing though - apparently that is to stay between Bucky and him.
"He's right though. You are late, Tony, by a whole hour. Calm down and let me get cleaned up."
Tony snorts. "Yeah no, we have a reservation to catch. You can clean up at the restaurant. Let's move. I'm not letting some punk ruin my night."
And there goes the rest of Sam's arousal. It was a nice half hour that he spent being edged on Bucky's dick. But it's very obvious there is no salvaging Sam's rapidly plummeting mood here.
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