It's almost better to be able to focus on this without his own cock interested, Sam thinks - right before his body makes a valiant effort. Over sensitive and not having gotten used to having his needs stoked like this, he can feel his cock fill with blood again a few hard thrusts in, lost to the amazing feeling of it, the sound of skin slapping against slick skin, the sound of his own needy whimpers. He knows tipping Bucky over will see himself follow a second time, and so kisses him, hot and eager, and does as he learned to encourage pleasure, squeezing firm - and holding. Greedy, as if he doesn't want to let Bucky go. As if he wants him to stay inside so badly.
If only.
Instead; he begs oh so sweetly: "I need you," he whimpers. "Please, please, please... make sure I won't ever forget how you feel, how you fit. Please, sir."
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Date: 2022-12-27 06:17 am (UTC)If only.
Instead; he begs oh so sweetly: "I need you," he whimpers. "Please, please, please... make sure I won't ever forget how you feel, how you fit. Please, sir."