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."
Sam hates how the praise does something for him on a deep level. It's not just the omega instinct preening at it - it's also Sam himself. Part of him going 'yeah, I do take knot so well, thanks for noticing'. Bucky doesn't need to know this, of course. His praise isn't welcome, and Sam finds him annoying.
Please, daddy lies on the tip of his tongue, but Sam bites down hard on it. Won't give Bucky the satisfaction. Just cries, over sensitive and unable to escape the harsh pace Bucky's setting. It feels so good, and Sam wants to hate that, too.
"Please choke on your own dick, alpha," Sam snarls instead, and hopes it doesn't give Bucky ideas for what to do with Sam's mouth, actually. "Ain't gonna beg for your cum."
Oh it definitely gives Bucky ideas. His chuckle is definitely full of thinky thoughts about Sam's mouth. "Nah. That's just for you babe."
Bucky takes. If Sam's gonna be like that, well. He can add five minutes to this entire project before he comes again, just as hard, biting Sam's shoulder before helping him to sit on the chair.
"Definitely gonna have to burn that upholstery."
Considering how much is leaking out of Sam right now.
Bucky goes around, gathers up their stuff. Pulls an oversized hoodie out of his backpack and pulls it over Sam's head. "Pretty sure you don't wanna be buck ass naked in the parking lot so, arms up." It is, in fact, big enough to cover Sam's body to the knees.
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."
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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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Date: 2022-12-22 11:15 pm (UTC)Please, daddy lies on the tip of his tongue, but Sam bites down hard on it. Won't give Bucky the satisfaction. Just cries, over sensitive and unable to escape the harsh pace Bucky's setting. It feels so good, and Sam wants to hate that, too.
"Please choke on your own dick, alpha," Sam snarls instead, and hopes it doesn't give Bucky ideas for what to do with Sam's mouth, actually. "Ain't gonna beg for your cum."
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Date: 2022-12-22 11:24 pm (UTC)Bucky takes. If Sam's gonna be like that, well. He can add five minutes to this entire project before he comes again, just as hard, biting Sam's shoulder before helping him to sit on the chair.
"Definitely gonna have to burn that upholstery."
Considering how much is leaking out of Sam right now.
Bucky goes around, gathers up their stuff. Pulls an oversized hoodie out of his backpack and pulls it over Sam's head. "Pretty sure you don't wanna be buck ass naked in the parking lot so, arms up." It is, in fact, big enough to cover Sam's body to the knees.
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Date: 2022-12-22 11:42 pm (UTC)"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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Date: 2022-12-23 12:07 am (UTC)"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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Date: 2022-12-23 01:03 am (UTC)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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Date: 2022-12-24 03:23 am (UTC)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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Date: 2022-12-24 03:31 am (UTC)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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Date: 2022-12-24 05:29 am (UTC)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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Date: 2022-12-24 03:00 pm (UTC)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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