"That is the goal, here, Sam." Screwing anyway. "I'm formally challenging your courtship with Stark, like it or not; I would say that makes it very much my business."
Bucky had hoped to fuck Sam on the desk and there's still a chance it will happen, but he's got the omega pinned on the floor now; there's no reason to hesitate. he's got one leg between Sam's thighs and an ass wiggling underneath him and he is going to work hard at getting Sam's ass out of these pants while keeping an arm across his upper back.
Sam does slap him but Bucky just grins, teeth a little bloodied from where he bit his cheek before he kisses Sam with more force and teeth that anything, hand still working on Sam's zipper and managing to get it open at the same time.
Alarm flickers across Sam's features at the formal challenge. Because an alpha wanting to fuck him a few times despite an ongoing courtship is one thing. But a formal challenge is another. Someone can fuck him all they want and Sam can walk away every time.
Courtships are a different beast of a social contract. Formal challenges are rarely issued. They're a bit of an old school thing. Popular trope in Regency movies for sure. They are binding though in ways declaring you wanna have someone and play for keeps isn't.
It also means while Sam is under no obligation to make things easy for James, he has to five him some form of a chance in this. And it might also mean Tony could absolutely lose the claim a courtship implies.
He rewards the declaration by biting Bucky's lower lip hard, and biting a second time when the man tries to deepen the kiss regardless.
It doesn't deter the alpha, and just makes their kiss sting sharply and taste of blood. Sam whimpers his protest around the feeling of a tongue sliding into him - and full on whines, startled, when he hears the sound of ripping fabric as his jeans give way to Bucky's intentions.
Bucky curses gently, blood on his mouth and against his tongue. "I'll replace these," is not said with any false bravado but in the intonation of someone prepared to pay a cost for their actions. Not that he's displeased that Sam's pants are no longer a barrier between the two of them.
Much the opposite. His cock is already free of Buckys jeans and very interested in the developments. Knot and all.
Just gonna shove that torn material down towards Sam's knees and grab a handful of ass before grinding up against it, the tip of his cock rubbing between Sam's asscheeks. "Can't let you go home alone in the dark with torn pants and a well-fucked hole all by your lonesome, now, can I?"
"You really gonna pretend now you're concerned about decency?" Sam fires back, voice a growl. He tries to kick back when he feels that heavy cock against his ass, smearing precum between his cheeks. Grimaces when he feels himself get just a little wet for it. What can he say - Sam does like big dicks when he has to take one to begin with.
Tony's fine. Tony is a completely sensible choice for a mate and knows how to fuck well. So what if his size doesn't feel like a threat.
"Fuck my mouth. I promise I won't bite your dick clean off."
Oh, but he would, if his glare is anything to go by.
Bucky chuckles instead of answering that first bit directly. Sam is making really good noises when he's not trying to threaten Bucky into backing down from this, and while Bucky knows most alphas in his position would only be interested in getting that knot down, he would much rather fuck Sam until he comes really hard first.
That actually is more the goal than just getting off and using Sam as the primary means by which to do that.
"Nah," he says, casually, like he's not rubbing the tip of his cock against Sam's slick hole. "How will I get you off if I'm so busy keeping your teeth outta my flesh, huh? That can wait —" and now, growling in Sam's ear, Bucky gets one of his knees between Sam's to force his thighs apart and give him a little more access to press onward, "until you like me a little better, sweetheart. Mmm. Fuck, though, you're wet and tight."
Bucky does not do what he knows a lot of alphas prefer from a somewhat unwilling omega, to just start thrusting in and out as soon as they get a little bit of their dick wet. He gets the tip of his cock inside of Sam and then it's just one long but slow push inside of him, wiggling his hips a little to work the knot inside. One hand is between Sam's shoulder blades and the other has reached around to take Sam's cock in hand, metal fingers pressing along the underside.
Hilarious to Bucky that he's gonna use Stark's tech to get Stark's boyfriend off, actually.
"Two hours, give or take," he reminds Sam, as he begins thrusting in earnest. "You're gonna be so wet for me, baby, aren't you?"
The sound Sam makes is feral, a high pitched mewl that comes from deep in his throat as Bucky forced his legs apart and pushes inside. Sam expects immediate harsh thrusts, isn't quite prepared for a long, intense push all the way inside.
Can't help the gasp when he feels Bucky force the bulge of his knot past Sam's rim already, just to make him feel it. He can tell he will feel this for days.
The metal on his cock makes him flinch, in surprise more than discomfort. Sam reaches between his legs, tries to push that hand away from him. Remembers, faintly, the prosthetic from Bucky's first.time here. Is annoyed that the thrill of unknown sensation gets to him. That his hole is opening so sweetly to the unwanted intrusion, that he's getting so wet already. Smart of Bucky to push his knot in before it's big enough to catch inside. It's like a signal to Sam's body to expect something big, and gets him wetter as a result.
Fuck. He can't even move Mich at all, not with how Bucky has him pinned face down.
"Ain't your baby," Sam grunts, trying to bear the sharp thrusts when they start. "And you're too young to be my daddy."
And yet the office fills with the scent of Sam's slick, sweet and cloying, a lure to any alpha - those with sensitive noses especially. Sam's body begging to be bred well, no matter what his mouth says.
"Daddy is a state of mind, baby." Bucky's cock is growing harder and larger inside of Sam from the scent of Sam's slick and the way his hole opens up despite Sam's protests. "If I fuck you good enough, don't you think I've earned at least the consideration?"
The angle of his arm across Sam's lower body means the Omega's thighs are splayed; the noise of Bucky's hips smacking into Sam's asa combined with the fragrant wetness is a better aphrodisiac than Bucky expected.
He's definitely gonna pop a bigger knot than expected.
He starts stroking Sam's dick, a firmer grip around the base, but also a way of keeping Sam's hips in place while he fucks him.
"Gonna bounce your perfect ass on my knot and make you come hard, sweetheart, but first I'm gonna stroke you a while. Let you feel how big I'm gonna get inside you. And then I'm gonna fuck you senseless."
"Daddy is a privilege," Sam shoots back. Confirming without so many words that he's maybe not opposed to being daddy's sugar baby in general. "And one you ain't earning."
He squirms then, tries tonget away from the relentless assault on his ass, the hand on his dick. Feels himself growing harder in response. Whimpers at the size he can feel inside of him - at the realization that Bucky isn't fully there yet. That he will get bigger yet. It hurts - and unfortunately for Sam, it hurts good.
Tears of frustration and shame sting in his eyes. Anger gets him nowhere.
"Please just let me go, after. Just leave when you're done. Please."
"No." Another gyration of his hips against Sam's ass accompanied by a first upward stroke on his cock. "This ain't just about me. It's about taking care of you. You're just mad because you had a plan and now it's gone to shit."
Which, honestly, plans that hinge on Tony Stark having any semblance of his shit together often fail.
"You think you don't like it, that you don't like me, and that's alright. We got time. Your ass likes me." Pulling back enough so that Sam can feel that knot swell and catch inside of him, just to slam deep again. "Your wet perfect fuck hole likes me. The rest of you will come around."
He rests his chin on Sam's shoulder as he begins thrusting again. "Gonna be so good for you ya get wet just seeing me. Never gonna let that go to waste, either."
The worst part is that it feels good to be touched, to be used, to be claimed and bred. Sam's body is fully on board, every word making him drip slick. He cries out at that first upward stroke. Sobs "Don't" and "Stop".
Bucky does neither.
The worst part, worse than being fucked hard on the floor of his office, is that Bucky is not wrong per se. Sam had a plan, and now everything he lined up is in jeopardy just because some alpha wants to get his dick wet and pretend it's for a greater purpose than knotting.
Sam whimpers on every stroke, every snap of hips against his ass. His thighs tremble. And he begs for Bucky to stop even as his whimpers turn to whines, even as his cries become quiet, desperate gasps, even as his body tries to grip that knot tight and keep it. The metal on his dick a bigger turn on than it has a right to be, because Sam doesn't actually like stable and predictable, gets off on risk and thrill.
His orgasm takes him by surprise, hole clenching hard on Bucky's huge length while his entire bodynahudders with his release, with his sobs and screams and please.
Bucky utters a low growl that turns into a curse at the way Sam tightens around him. He's taken more than a little pleasure out of fucking Sam through all of his pleas and begging, of rubbing his knot in that place inside Sam that will overstimulate him. He's a shifter, a predator; he enjoys being overwhelming, of taking more than what the other believes they can offer.
He likes proving to his partners that they can handle whatever he gives them, with the promise of their own enjoyment.
Usually he has pretty good control over shifting, when it happens, the emotional triggers. But Sam's orgasm tips him over the edge, Bucky's body shifting from well built human to full on werewolf. His metal arm shifts in tandem with the rest of his body, but those metal fingers come up to Bucky's snout where he sniffs and then licks them clean.
Lifting Sam off the floor without slipping his knot free is easier in this shape. He just cradles Sam close and stands, bouncing the omega on his dick a little as he walks around to the other side of Sam's desk, and arranges the both of them in Sam's chair, encouraging Sam to lean forward and put his arms on the desk.
The size of Bucky in general, in this state, means that Sam's feet don't quite reach the floor. Every time he tries to rebalance, he ends up driving his body into Bucky's lap, or pulling away from it.
Bucky is pretty pleased by this, if the laugh growl he exhales into Sam's neck is any indication.
A desperate whine, a broken whimper. Sam sobs, tries to pull himself off that knot that feels like it must have tripled in size. Sam could feel that cock growing inside of him with the shift. And for a moment, he is genuinely afraid. It hurts, and he's too in his head to relax properly on it.
"Please, don't. I can't. I never.... I can't..."
He's never taken a shifter, and it's a lot. It's too much. Sam can't find purchase on the desk, just cries at the way the knot tugs without slipping free, the way his own movements milk more cum out of it that spurts wet into him until he's leaking.
Even having to accept he had to take a knot didn't prepare him for having to take a shifted alpha like this. Bucky is too big. Too deep. Too much.
Sam shudders through a second orgasm, helpless to it and in tears, clenching harder and whimpering in desperation.
Bucky stops moving, when he realizes that Sam isn't calming down. Leans forward to press Sam's back to his chest and settles into the chair. Very little movement. Just... Being there. Holding him. Giving Sam a chance to catch his breath and relax. It does mean that Bucky's cum comingling with Sam's slick drips around the base of his cock, leaking from Sam's body, but.
Not like Bucky minds that at all.
He sniffs Sam's skin while this happens and finds something strange. Bruises that he didn't see earlier, on Sam's shoulders and his hips. Handprint bruises, from an alpha who held Sam in place and didn't allow him movement.
A slight growl at this realization, deep in his chest, before Bucky licks along the bruise at Sam's shoulder.
It helps. It helps a lot. As Bucky settles, Sam's initial shock is given room to wash over him and fade, allows him to breathe through the impossible stretch and adapt to the girth and the length he now has to handle. Feels surprisingly soft fur against his sweat slick skin, and feels the way cum and slick drip from where they're joined together.
With the moment of near panic fading, Sam realizes that the pain isn't so much that - discomfort, yes, because he's not used to this. Just needs to be able to breathe through it and relax into it so it doesn't feel brutal - just overwhelming.
At Bucky's growl, at the feel of a deadly muzzle against his shoulder, a long (long...) tongue lapping at Sam where he knows Tony held him to be fucked, Sam rolls his eyes.
"Man, don't start. You know I'm in a courtship. You know I'm fucking an alpha. Don't growl like you're pissed about it."
And perhaps he reaches up, finds the fur along Bucky's muzzle. Tugs - not harshly, just enough to get his attention.
"You could've warned me 'bout this. You know damn well not everyone's into furballs."
A tease more so than an insult. And Sam doesn't include himself in that group. He just hasn't had occasion before and got caught off guard is all. That Bucky's not supposed to fuck him is besides the point on that end.
Bucky harrumphs through his snout. The problem isn't that Sam is getting fucked it's the bruising. The where, and the what it indicates. Being used and not in the fun way.
There's another huff in response to Sam's comment. He'd have warned him if he knew Sam would feel that good, and... well. Maybe he would've warned him.
He's not sorry.
Large claws run down Sam's chest, towards his thighs, keeping them spread, keeping Sam pressed against him. His long tongue licks the hand nearest his muzzle as he gives Sam an experimental bounce on his lap, lifting his hips upward. Not too sharp a thrust, but definitely an inquiry. Can we get to fucking, then?
Sam isn't ashamed to admit that he yelps as Bucky bounces him on his cock. Just the once, but it's sharp. It goes deeper than Sam's ever taken dick before. It's thicker, too, and that doesn't help matters. His mind is a litany of 'shit, shit, shit', because he's not sure he can ever be ready to take this, even if he were so inclined to give Bucky the time of day.
Sam glares over his shoulder, struggles against the hold Bucky has on him once more.
"No. Absolutely not - do not bounce me."
Sam shows his teeth. Useless, he knows, but the gesture of aggression makes him feel a little better about the fact that for the next two hours he's gonna get fucked, even if he doesn't want it. Because the alpha wants, and Sam's hardly able to fight that.
"Pull out. It's too big. I can't handle it."
He doesn't expect Bucky to listen. Will try, though.
That repetitive huffing sound? Definitely amusement on Bucky's part. Laughter, even, as Bucky bares his teeth without even growling, ears up and alert. See? He has them too. He also looks Sam in the eye and shakes his massive head, left to right. No, he will not be pulling out tonight, so sorry Sam.
Bucky leans forward. Shifts his weight in the chair, just a bit, tilting his body and Sam's along with it in the direction of the desk. Puts his chin on Sam's shoulder and one claw out against the wooden surface of the desk.
Here's the thing about Sam - and it's not always a good thing. He's not afraid of anything - even when he should be. Alarmed, sure. Sometimes even spooked. But afraid? Nah.
So the massive wolf bounces him again, and Sam yelps - and then he turns his head, brown eyes black with annoyance, and nips at Bucky's jaw. It's not hard enough to draw blood, Sam can't quite get the angle to properly bite down here. But the nip is sharp, all the same, and delivered without hesitation.
Turns out maybe getting used by a shifter wolf has Sam feeling a little bit feral, too.
And Sam doesn't rear back his head, doesn't launch into a flurry of apologies as other omegas certainly would. He just glares, and tries to shift forwards - tries to pull himself off of that thick knot again.
Bucky's chosen just about the feistiest creature on the block, truth be told.
Sam bites him (hot) and shifts forward (also, very hot), and Bucky just bounces him again as he is leaning further in, crowding him against the desk. Another huff of amusement as he licks Sam's face, his lips, pins Sam's wrists together on the desk and shifts his hips in a circle, punctuated by just another bounce. To stretch Sam out a little. To make him squirm and cry out.
Whatever Sam opts to do it's apparent that Bucky is not going to stop bouncing him, or pull out for that matter; each time, he lets Sam pull himself away far enough for his knot to rest on the other side of Sam's hole just enough to act as a promise of possibility, before Bucky thrusts his hips into that perfect ass again.
He starts slow. Rotate, thrust, and let Sam pull away. Thrust again. Restraining Sam's arms on the desk, never allowing the knot to fully slip free, keeping his head on Sam's shoulder as he fucks him.
Sam keeps trying. Doesn't give up, doesn't give in. Bucky will have to work a lot harder if he eventually wants Sam pliant and boneless beneath him, mewling with pleasure. In the meantime, Sam will fight him every step of the way.
He refuses to acknowledge it makes this the best damn sex he's had in ages.
Panting with exertion, Sam doesn't know how long they've been going at it - long, entirely too long - before the loud ringing of his office phone breaks the soundscape of growling and panting and the wet slide of skin on skin. Sam tries to tug free, to reach for it. Can't - Bucky holds him too tight.
They both hear the message on the answering machine in Tony Stark's chipper voice: "Sam, hot stuff, something important came up and I'm afraid I cannot keep your sweet ass company tonight. I know I know. Big apologies, yadda yadda, the whole nine yards. You get it. Be a dear and buy yourself something nice on my card. I'll pick you up for dinner tomorrow at 6. Wear something slutty."
The hangs up.
Sam stares at the phone in wide eyed disbelief. Tony's off the table for tonight. And that means...
He can feel the rising glee radiating off of the werewolf knotted inside of him.
There's more of that wolfish laughter, with Bucky leaning in to sniff behind Sam's ear before he licks a stripe up between Sam's shoulder blades. He shifts his hips upward and moves a leg behind one of Sam's, forcing it to bend up onto the desk; a new position that allows him to get even deeper inside and keep Sam more or less suspended between his hips and the furniture.
Bucky has decided he will keep Sam company all night, instead. Fuck him senseless, call in sick for him, drive him home and make him breakfast.
In, you know. Eight to eleven hours from now.
The pace he sets for them is rougher this time, unforgiving in the fact that Sam is not afforded much purchase with which to fight back, now.
Sam has a lot of fight left in him. That fact keeps rearing its head throughout the night. He breaks, at some point, in that he ends up crying and begging Bucky to stop, to have mercy, to at least give him reprieve. But even then, every few hours he gathers his strength, lashes out or tries to escape, snarls and hisses. The rest of the time he eventually becomes pliant under Bucky out of sheer exhaustion. He feels raw and used up, and he can't deny that despite being unwanted, it's also not at all entirely unpleasant. He hasn't been fucked like this in a long time - ever, perhaps.
He thinks at some point during the night, he's so out of it, he lets the wolf lap cum from his ass and feed it back to Sam with that long, wicked tongue.
The hours blur together, regardless. So do Bucky's orgasms, until Sam thinks he can't even properly feel the shift between one position to another anymore, the sensation between one of the wolf's orgasms and the next.
He gets used, hard. Relentless.
He gets off more than he thought he still good at this age, too. Blacks out once, in fact, because Bucky uses his alpha voice. Commands Sam to cum, and every omega instinct in him screams to obey, to submit. He does.
The fact that Bucky only uses the alpha voice for that, and nothing else, throughout the entire long hours of the night, is not entirely lost on Sam. But he can't think about it. Can't even muster up the strength to protest, in the end, when Bucky calls in sick for Sam come morning.
Just mutters "I hate you" when Bucky mounts him one final time. Does reach back to pull his cheeks open, though. Has fully transitioned to trying to help make it easier on his poor body at this stage rather than openly fight back. Doesn't mean Bucky's not still getting attitude, of course.
"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?"
"Ain't your sweetheart," Sam presses out, voice strained and fading into a groan. Or perhaps a moan. He can't tell the difference anymore as Bucky fucks him relentlessly. Sam can only hang on. Can try to angle himself to give as much of his oversensitive body reprieve as he can. It's not much, though - he feels like a live wire, every part of him thrumming with the impossibility of the night. He's so very, very tired and so very very blissed out.
"Ain't no 'we' either," he hisses as the knot slides past his red and puffy rim - and then is ruthlessly fucked in and out of him.
He has to burn all of the furniture in here. No way he can get the scent of cum and slick and arousal out of the office.
Tony's gonna be so pissed, but there's very little Sam can do about that. The challenge to courtship is valid, and with it, Bucky has any right to use Sam, just like Tony.
Sam wants to hate it, but he's frankly too fucked out to care.
Just whines: "Hurry." He's not sure he can take much more of this, is already in tears again. Wants Bucky to cum, and then wants to sleep approximately forever.
"You are my sweetheart; you take my knot so fucking well..." Bucky chuckles and groans against the back of Sam's neck. "Even fucked out and loose you feel amazing to me."
He pretends, for a moment, that he doesn't hear Sam's shortly worded request, but then hums. "I could ask you to say 'please'but I'm feeling, what's the word... magnanimous, that's it."
The problem with asking Bucky to hurry, however, is that it means he picks up the pace, puts a hand across his chest and holds him close while Bucky fucks into him. "But I'll bet. If you did say please. I'd come for you."
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Date: 2022-12-21 04:43 am (UTC)Bucky had hoped to fuck Sam on the desk and there's still a chance it will happen, but he's got the omega pinned on the floor now; there's no reason to hesitate. he's got one leg between Sam's thighs and an ass wiggling underneath him and he is going to work hard at getting Sam's ass out of these pants while keeping an arm across his upper back.
Sam does slap him but Bucky just grins, teeth a little bloodied from where he bit his cheek before he kisses Sam with more force and teeth that anything, hand still working on Sam's zipper and managing to get it open at the same time.
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Date: 2022-12-21 04:59 am (UTC)Courtships are a different beast of a social contract. Formal challenges are rarely issued. They're a bit of an old school thing. Popular trope in Regency movies for sure. They are binding though in ways declaring you wanna have someone and play for keeps isn't.
It also means while Sam is under no obligation to make things easy for James, he has to five him some form of a chance in this. And it might also mean Tony could absolutely lose the claim a courtship implies.
He rewards the declaration by biting Bucky's lower lip hard, and biting a second time when the man tries to deepen the kiss regardless.
It doesn't deter the alpha, and just makes their kiss sting sharply and taste of blood. Sam whimpers his protest around the feeling of a tongue sliding into him - and full on whines, startled, when he hears the sound of ripping fabric as his jeans give way to Bucky's intentions.
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Date: 2022-12-21 05:52 am (UTC)Much the opposite. His cock is already free of Buckys jeans and very interested in the developments. Knot and all.
Just gonna shove that torn material down towards Sam's knees and grab a handful of ass before grinding up against it, the tip of his cock rubbing between Sam's asscheeks. "Can't let you go home alone in the dark with torn pants and a well-fucked hole all by your lonesome, now, can I?"
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Date: 2022-12-21 06:01 am (UTC)Tony's fine. Tony is a completely sensible choice for a mate and knows how to fuck well. So what if his size doesn't feel like a threat.
"Fuck my mouth. I promise I won't bite your dick clean off."
Oh, but he would, if his glare is anything to go by.
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Date: 2022-12-21 02:19 pm (UTC)That actually is more the goal than just getting off and using Sam as the primary means by which to do that.
"Nah," he says, casually, like he's not rubbing the tip of his cock against Sam's slick hole. "How will I get you off if I'm so busy keeping your teeth outta my flesh, huh? That can wait —" and now, growling in Sam's ear, Bucky gets one of his knees between Sam's to force his thighs apart and give him a little more access to press onward, "until you like me a little better, sweetheart. Mmm. Fuck, though, you're wet and tight."
Bucky does not do what he knows a lot of alphas prefer from a somewhat unwilling omega, to just start thrusting in and out as soon as they get a little bit of their dick wet. He gets the tip of his cock inside of Sam and then it's just one long but slow push inside of him, wiggling his hips a little to work the knot inside. One hand is between Sam's shoulder blades and the other has reached around to take Sam's cock in hand, metal fingers pressing along the underside.
Hilarious to Bucky that he's gonna use Stark's tech to get Stark's boyfriend off, actually.
"Two hours, give or take," he reminds Sam, as he begins thrusting in earnest. "You're gonna be so wet for me, baby, aren't you?"
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Date: 2022-12-21 02:46 pm (UTC)Can't help the gasp when he feels Bucky force the bulge of his knot past Sam's rim already, just to make him feel it. He can tell he will feel this for days.
The metal on his cock makes him flinch, in surprise more than discomfort. Sam reaches between his legs, tries to push that hand away from him. Remembers, faintly, the prosthetic from Bucky's first.time here. Is annoyed that the thrill of unknown sensation gets to him. That his hole is opening so sweetly to the unwanted intrusion, that he's getting so wet already. Smart of Bucky to push his knot in before it's big enough to catch inside. It's like a signal to Sam's body to expect something big, and gets him wetter as a result.
Fuck. He can't even move Mich at all, not with how Bucky has him pinned face down.
"Ain't your baby," Sam grunts, trying to bear the sharp thrusts when they start. "And you're too young to be my daddy."
And yet the office fills with the scent of Sam's slick, sweet and cloying, a lure to any alpha - those with sensitive noses especially. Sam's body begging to be bred well, no matter what his mouth says.
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Date: 2022-12-21 03:03 pm (UTC)The angle of his arm across Sam's lower body means the Omega's thighs are splayed; the noise of Bucky's hips smacking into Sam's asa combined with the fragrant wetness is a better aphrodisiac than Bucky expected.
He's definitely gonna pop a bigger knot than expected.
He starts stroking Sam's dick, a firmer grip around the base, but also a way of keeping Sam's hips in place while he fucks him.
"Gonna bounce your perfect ass on my knot and make you come hard, sweetheart, but first I'm gonna stroke you a while. Let you feel how big I'm gonna get inside you. And then I'm gonna fuck you senseless."
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Date: 2022-12-21 03:12 pm (UTC)He squirms then, tries tonget away from the relentless assault on his ass, the hand on his dick. Feels himself growing harder in response. Whimpers at the size he can feel inside of him - at the realization that Bucky isn't fully there yet. That he will get bigger yet. It hurts - and unfortunately for Sam, it hurts good.
Tears of frustration and shame sting in his eyes. Anger gets him nowhere.
"Please just let me go, after. Just leave when you're done. Please."
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Date: 2022-12-21 03:20 pm (UTC)Which, honestly, plans that hinge on Tony Stark having any semblance of his shit together often fail.
"You think you don't like it, that you don't like me, and that's alright. We got time. Your ass likes me." Pulling back enough so that Sam can feel that knot swell and catch inside of him, just to slam deep again. "Your wet perfect fuck hole likes me. The rest of you will come around."
He rests his chin on Sam's shoulder as he begins thrusting again. "Gonna be so good for you ya get wet just seeing me. Never gonna let that go to waste, either."
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Date: 2022-12-21 03:38 pm (UTC)Bucky does neither.
The worst part, worse than being fucked hard on the floor of his office, is that Bucky is not wrong per se. Sam had a plan, and now everything he lined up is in jeopardy just because some alpha wants to get his dick wet and pretend it's for a greater purpose than knotting.
Sam whimpers on every stroke, every snap of hips against his ass. His thighs tremble. And he begs for Bucky to stop even as his whimpers turn to whines, even as his cries become quiet, desperate gasps, even as his body tries to grip that knot tight and keep it. The metal on his dick a bigger turn on than it has a right to be, because Sam doesn't actually like stable and predictable, gets off on risk and thrill.
His orgasm takes him by surprise, hole clenching hard on Bucky's huge length while his entire bodynahudders with his release, with his sobs and screams and please.
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Date: 2022-12-21 06:15 pm (UTC)He likes proving to his partners that they can handle whatever he gives them, with the promise of their own enjoyment.
Usually he has pretty good control over shifting, when it happens, the emotional triggers. But Sam's orgasm tips him over the edge, Bucky's body shifting from well built human to full on werewolf. His metal arm shifts in tandem with the rest of his body, but those metal fingers come up to Bucky's snout where he sniffs and then licks them clean.
Lifting Sam off the floor without slipping his knot free is easier in this shape. He just cradles Sam close and stands, bouncing the omega on his dick a little as he walks around to the other side of Sam's desk, and arranges the both of them in Sam's chair, encouraging Sam to lean forward and put his arms on the desk.
The size of Bucky in general, in this state, means that Sam's feet don't quite reach the floor. Every time he tries to rebalance, he ends up driving his body into Bucky's lap, or pulling away from it.
Bucky is pretty pleased by this, if the laugh growl he exhales into Sam's neck is any indication.
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Date: 2022-12-21 06:47 pm (UTC)A desperate whine, a broken whimper. Sam sobs, tries to pull himself off that knot that feels like it must have tripled in size. Sam could feel that cock growing inside of him with the shift. And for a moment, he is genuinely afraid. It hurts, and he's too in his head to relax properly on it.
"Please, don't. I can't. I never.... I can't..."
He's never taken a shifter, and it's a lot. It's too much. Sam can't find purchase on the desk, just cries at the way the knot tugs without slipping free, the way his own movements milk more cum out of it that spurts wet into him until he's leaking.
Even having to accept he had to take a knot didn't prepare him for having to take a shifted alpha like this. Bucky is too big. Too deep. Too much.
Sam shudders through a second orgasm, helpless to it and in tears, clenching harder and whimpering in desperation.
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Date: 2022-12-21 07:29 pm (UTC)Not like Bucky minds that at all.
He sniffs Sam's skin while this happens and finds something strange. Bruises that he didn't see earlier, on Sam's shoulders and his hips. Handprint bruises, from an alpha who held Sam in place and didn't allow him movement.
A slight growl at this realization, deep in his chest, before Bucky licks along the bruise at Sam's shoulder.
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Date: 2022-12-21 09:27 pm (UTC)With the moment of near panic fading, Sam realizes that the pain isn't so much that - discomfort, yes, because he's not used to this. Just needs to be able to breathe through it and relax into it so it doesn't feel brutal - just overwhelming.
At Bucky's growl, at the feel of a deadly muzzle against his shoulder, a long (long...) tongue lapping at Sam where he knows Tony held him to be fucked, Sam rolls his eyes.
"Man, don't start. You know I'm in a courtship. You know I'm fucking an alpha. Don't growl like you're pissed about it."
And perhaps he reaches up, finds the fur along Bucky's muzzle. Tugs - not harshly, just enough to get his attention.
"You could've warned me 'bout this. You know damn well not everyone's into furballs."
A tease more so than an insult. And Sam doesn't include himself in that group. He just hasn't had occasion before and got caught off guard is all. That Bucky's not supposed to fuck him is besides the point on that end.
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Date: 2022-12-21 11:22 pm (UTC)There's another huff in response to Sam's comment. He'd have warned him if he knew Sam would feel that good, and... well. Maybe he would've warned him.
He's not sorry.
Large claws run down Sam's chest, towards his thighs, keeping them spread, keeping Sam pressed against him. His long tongue licks the hand nearest his muzzle as he gives Sam an experimental bounce on his lap, lifting his hips upward. Not too sharp a thrust, but definitely an inquiry. Can we get to fucking, then?
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Date: 2022-12-21 11:31 pm (UTC)Sam glares over his shoulder, struggles against the hold Bucky has on him once more.
"No. Absolutely not - do not bounce me."
Sam shows his teeth. Useless, he knows, but the gesture of aggression makes him feel a little better about the fact that for the next two hours he's gonna get fucked, even if he doesn't want it. Because the alpha wants, and Sam's hardly able to fight that.
"Pull out. It's too big. I can't handle it."
He doesn't expect Bucky to listen. Will try, though.
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Date: 2022-12-21 11:52 pm (UTC)Bucky leans forward. Shifts his weight in the chair, just a bit, tilting his body and Sam's along with it in the direction of the desk. Puts his chin on Sam's shoulder and one claw out against the wooden surface of the desk.
And bounces Sam again.
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Date: 2022-12-21 11:58 pm (UTC)So the massive wolf bounces him again, and Sam yelps - and then he turns his head, brown eyes black with annoyance, and nips at Bucky's jaw. It's not hard enough to draw blood, Sam can't quite get the angle to properly bite down here. But the nip is sharp, all the same, and delivered without hesitation.
Turns out maybe getting used by a shifter wolf has Sam feeling a little bit feral, too.
And Sam doesn't rear back his head, doesn't launch into a flurry of apologies as other omegas certainly would. He just glares, and tries to shift forwards - tries to pull himself off of that thick knot again.
Bucky's chosen just about the feistiest creature on the block, truth be told.
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Date: 2022-12-22 12:12 am (UTC)Sam bites him (hot) and shifts forward (also, very hot), and Bucky just bounces him again as he is leaning further in, crowding him against the desk. Another huff of amusement as he licks Sam's face, his lips, pins Sam's wrists together on the desk and shifts his hips in a circle, punctuated by just another bounce. To stretch Sam out a little. To make him squirm and cry out.
Whatever Sam opts to do it's apparent that Bucky is not going to stop bouncing him, or pull out for that matter; each time, he lets Sam pull himself away far enough for his knot to rest on the other side of Sam's hole just enough to act as a promise of possibility, before Bucky thrusts his hips into that perfect ass again.
He starts slow. Rotate, thrust, and let Sam pull away. Thrust again. Restraining Sam's arms on the desk, never allowing the knot to fully slip free, keeping his head on Sam's shoulder as he fucks him.
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Date: 2022-12-22 01:54 am (UTC)He refuses to acknowledge it makes this the best damn sex he's had in ages.
Panting with exertion, Sam doesn't know how long they've been going at it - long, entirely too long - before the loud ringing of his office phone breaks the soundscape of growling and panting and the wet slide of skin on skin. Sam tries to tug free, to reach for it. Can't - Bucky holds him too tight.
They both hear the message on the answering machine in Tony Stark's chipper voice: "Sam, hot stuff, something important came up and I'm afraid I cannot keep your sweet ass company tonight. I know I know. Big apologies, yadda yadda, the whole nine yards. You get it. Be a dear and buy yourself something nice on my card. I'll pick you up for dinner tomorrow at 6. Wear something slutty."
The hangs up.
Sam stares at the phone in wide eyed disbelief. Tony's off the table for tonight. And that means...
He can feel the rising glee radiating off of the werewolf knotted inside of him.
"Fuck."
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Date: 2022-12-22 02:36 am (UTC)Bucky has decided he will keep Sam company all night, instead. Fuck him senseless, call in sick for him, drive him home and make him breakfast.
In, you know. Eight to eleven hours from now.
The pace he sets for them is rougher this time, unforgiving in the fact that Sam is not afforded much purchase with which to fight back, now.
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Date: 2022-12-22 02:56 am (UTC)He thinks at some point during the night, he's so out of it, he lets the wolf lap cum from his ass and feed it back to Sam with that long, wicked tongue.
The hours blur together, regardless. So do Bucky's orgasms, until Sam thinks he can't even properly feel the shift between one position to another anymore, the sensation between one of the wolf's orgasms and the next.
He gets used, hard. Relentless.
He gets off more than he thought he still good at this age, too. Blacks out once, in fact, because Bucky uses his alpha voice. Commands Sam to cum, and every omega instinct in him screams to obey, to submit. He does.
The fact that Bucky only uses the alpha voice for that, and nothing else, throughout the entire long hours of the night, is not entirely lost on Sam. But he can't think about it. Can't even muster up the strength to protest, in the end, when Bucky calls in sick for Sam come morning.
Just mutters "I hate you" when Bucky mounts him one final time. Does reach back to pull his cheeks open, though. Has fully transitioned to trying to help make it easier on his poor body at this stage rather than openly fight back. Doesn't mean Bucky's not still getting attitude, of course.
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Date: 2022-12-22 04:53 am (UTC)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?"
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Date: 2022-12-22 09:30 pm (UTC)"Ain't no 'we' either," he hisses as the knot slides past his red and puffy rim - and then is ruthlessly fucked in and out of him.
He has to burn all of the furniture in here. No way he can get the scent of cum and slick and arousal out of the office.
Tony's gonna be so pissed, but there's very little Sam can do about that. The challenge to courtship is valid, and with it, Bucky has any right to use Sam, just like Tony.
Sam wants to hate it, but he's frankly too fucked out to care.
Just whines: "Hurry." He's not sure he can take much more of this, is already in tears again. Wants Bucky to cum, and then wants to sleep approximately forever.
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Date: 2022-12-22 09:39 pm (UTC)He pretends, for a moment, that he doesn't hear Sam's shortly worded request, but then hums. "I could ask you to say 'please'but I'm feeling, what's the word... magnanimous, that's it."
The problem with asking Bucky to hurry, however, is that it means he picks up the pace, puts a hand across his chest and holds him close while Bucky fucks into him. "But I'll bet. If you did say please. I'd come for you."
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