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     Bucky's metal fingers were cool to the touch. A chilled sensation on Sam's warm wet cunt. “Look at yourself. All I did was whisper a few sweet words in your ear, and you're all worked up. You're easy, doll, I love that about you.” Bucky's breath fans against Sam's ear. 

     Sam's heart pounded in his chest. “I…I can't help it—Not when you talk to me like that.” Sam's breathing was shallow. It was heavy like the air in the room. 

     “Like what?” Bucky laughed, rubbing his fingers against the wetness. 

     “Mn! You know fucking what! Don't play dumb with me, Buck.” Sam's thighs twitched slightly, his head rolling back slightly further pressed against the office chair. 

     “I just know what makes you tick. No big deal, really. It's not my fault it drives you wild. Although it is fun to see how far you'll let me take it.” Bucky grinned.

     Sam had more important things to do. He really did.

     “H…How much longer?”

     “What?”

     “How much longer are you going to just sit there and f-fucking tease me?”

     Bucky couldn't miss the way Sam kept moving his hips up to get more friction. 

     “Oh? And what do you suppose I do?” Bucky dragged his wet metal fingers across Sam's thigh, amused by his antics. 

     “No! No, please, please put it back… Please, it would be so easy for you to just slide them into me.” Sweat beaded down the side of Sam's face as he begged.

     “Sorry, I couldn't hear you… Care to repeat yourself, Sam?” Bucky tilted his head to lock eyes with Sam. 

     “It… It would be so easy for you to just slide your fingers inside of me.” Sam repeated in a shy tone.

     “And why is that, hm?”

     “Because…”

     “Because?”

     “Because you kept teasing me… And now it’s gonna hurt. It hurts if you don't fucking touch me—God i know this strokes your ego but fuck please! Don't make me beg like this, Bucky.”

     “It's better when you beg for me. It makes you sound like a desperate little slut who'll die without it. You’re invigorating Sam.”

     Sam felt Bucky's cool metal fingers slide inside of his wet cunt. It was tight around his fingers. 

     “Mn…” Sam's lips parted slightly, he whimpered quietly. Bucky curled his fingers inside Sam. 

     Bucky gently rocked his fingers back and forth. “Nothing left to say to me, sweetheart?” 

     Sam panted quietly in response. “You feel good.” 

     Bucky's lips stretched into a smile. “Do I now?” Sam weakly nodded. 

     “You look gorgeous like that. Fuck, fuck I want to kiss you.” Bucky's eyes flicked to Sam's lips as he spoke. 

     “Please.” Sam pulled Bucky's face up to his, kissing him. 

     Bucky licked at Sam's bottom lip, sucking gently on it while Sam moaned in his mouth. Sam clenched around Bucky's fingers. 

     “Please,” Sam begged again in between the feverish kisses. The desperate kisses. 

     “Faster?” Bucky asked. Sam nodded. Bucky sped up, fucking his fingers into Sam faster. 

     “Oh, I can do it faster,” Bucky whispered, watching as Sam moaned, his eyes going wide. He was feeling Bucky's fingers beginning to vibrate inside of him. 

     “Fuck! Fuck! Bucky, fuck since when could you do that?” Sam swore. 

     “What? Afraid you like it too much?” Bucky teased as Sam's eyes slid shut, too blissful to respond properly. All he could focus on was the feeling of Bucky's fingers vibrating against his G-spot, how painfully sensitive everything was. Even just feeling Bucky's palm grinding against his t-dick while he lingered him was enough to make it nearly impossible to think. 

    “Fuck, fuck Bucky right there. Fuck…Bucky!” Sam's cunt spasmed around Bucky's fingers as he came from just the barest of touches. 

     “Mn…” Slick dripping down Sam's thighs and ass. Bucky gently pulled his fingers out as Sam's body relaxed before rubbing the pads of his fingers against Sam's t-dick instead.

     “Ah! F-Fuck! Fuck thats senstive Bucky! I just came!” Sam whined, his thighs shaking, only held down by the weight of Bucky's free hand. 

“Oh, I know, doll. I think you can cum again for me? You look so sexy, I can't help but want more.” Bucky's vibrating fingers pressed against Sam’s t-dick rougher before he licked at stripe up Sam's wet dripping pussy. Sam's taste was intoxicating. Bucky couldn't help himself. 

     Bucky loved Sam's taste. The sweet, tangy flavor of the other man was something he knew he'd grow to yearn for the second he pulled his mouth away. 

     “You’re gonna break me,” Sam said breathlessly. 

     “That's my intention, doll” Bucky responded before he flattened his tongue against the slit.  

     “Fucking hell,” Sam swore, as he grabbed at Bucky's hair to pull him closer.. 

     Bucky moaned when Sam began to use his hair to fuck into his mouth. Sam's grip was shaky at best. He lost it when Bucky’s vibrating fingers turned up in intensity, forcing Sam to give up any control he had gathered over the past minute.

     “Fuck, fuck I'm gonna cum in your mouth!” Sam warned weakly. Sam could feel Bucky's smile against his skin. The feeling of pleasure was mind-numbing. Bucky just kept lapping at Sam's cunt and grinding his vibrating fingers against Sam's t-dick at a maddening pace. 

     “Fuck!” Sam came again. 

     The vibration slowed to a stop. Only Bucky's tongue continued to move. Bucky's lips wrapped around Sam's t-dick sucking at it.

     “Bucky, sensitive,” Sam whined. 

     Bucky's tongue ran up and down Sam's folds, lapping up the slick that spilled out. Bucky licked up the last bits of watching Sam, the other man, lie there panting heavily. 

Sam’s eyes twitched, half hungry for more, wanting to call it quits. 

     “What?” Bucky stared up at Sam expectantly. “I thought you wanted me to stop?” Bucky petted down Sam's thigh. 

     “No—no, I just…” Sam closed his eyes. 

     “Use your words, doll.” 

     Sam's face heated up, feeling himself grow hot all over just from those teasing words.. “Fuck me.” Sam gritted his teeth. 

     “Weren't you just complaining that your pretty pussy was too overstimulated?” 

    “You know what? I decided I don't care. Fuck me.” Sam demanded, opening his eyes and making full contact with Bucky. 

     “Says the man who’s been a mess under me. Is it too much, or do you just like the feeling of being put at my mercy? Do you like feeling out of control, Sam?” 

     Sam swallowed, his eyes darting away. 

     “Cat got your tongue?” Bucky smirked.

     “No.” Sam lied. “I…” 

     “You're precious.” Bucky teased Sam for his stuttering. 

     “Fuck off,” Sam grumbled shakily moving away to stand up. Sam's eyes drifted toward the bed and then the closet. He needed something to clean himself off with again. Bucky's fault, Bucky stayed where he was for a moment before moving to help Sam stand.

     Sam tried to wash away the thoughts that screamed I want you to man-handle me, I got off on the idea of being overpowered, and kept his mouth shut. But the ease with which Bucky's hand slid around his waist to help him stand nearly made it all spill out.

     “Hey, hey. What’s wrong, sweetheart, too far?” Bucky spoke quickly. “I’m sorry if that was too much too fast.” 

     “Hm,” Sam responded, still thinking in extreme detail Bucky's dick frotting against his bottom growth. Clearly, Sam’s thoughts showed on his face because Bucky ducked his head to catch Sam’s eyes. 

    “What are you thinking about?” Bucky asked, holding him still so he couldn’t do much to get away, other than look away from his concerned partner. 

    “Nothing! I’m hungry— Go buy me fries or something, I'll vemo you.” Sam said, keeping his eyes firmly away from Bucky’s searching ones. 

    Bucky’s hand pressed firmly into his lower back. Guiding him so he could sit back down on the edge of the bed. 

    “Sam, seriously, I can’t read minds. Tell me what you need.”

    Sam stared at him. Bucky, so kind, worried, warm, and so safe. “I told you to fuck me.” 

    “Fuck me can mean anything.” Bucky worried his lip between his teeth, still unsure whether this was a go-ahead or not. “Do you want it right now?”

     “I want you. I don't care when.”

     “That’s a yes or no question.”

     Sam stared up at Bucky. After a short, silent moment, Sam spoke. “Yes… I want you to fuck me.” 

    Bucky let his lip go from between his teeth and joined Sam on the bed, kneeling between his legs. Bucky unzipped his pants, Sam yanked down his boxers. 

    “See? Wasn’t too hard to use your wor--.” Sam grabbed Bucky's cock interrupting Bucky’s sentence effectively. He groaned, precum gathering at the tip as Sam wrapped his hand around him. 

    “Put it on me. I need it.” Sam spoke. 

    Bucky made a sound like he had been punched. Sam's nails dug into his skin before letting go. Bucky pushed Sam back onto the bed and then ground his cock against the folds of Sam’s cunt for a moment. His body shook as he began to slowly lower himself, pushing inside Sam.  

    Sam's hands scrambled at the sheets as he angled his hips to take more. Bucky pushed deeper, stretching Sam out.

“Fuck… You're big.” Sam whimpered as Bucky slid deeper inside of him. Their angle was shallow, but it still felt amazing to be fully sheathed. 

    “You feel perfect for me, Sam. You look so good taking me.” Bucky groaned as he dragged himself out and then back in. 

     Sam's eyes fluttered as he lay there under Bucky. Feeling the sweat of the other man's skin as their skin slid together. Bucky's hands gripped Sam’s thighs, pulling them up so he could thrust at a better angle. 

    “Oh, oh Bucky!” Sam's hand brushed over his mouth in an attempt to hide his noise. 

    “Don't.” Bucky leaned forward to press his lips against Sam's neck, sucking his skin. The bed creaked beneath them. It felt like Sam's mind was melting away. It was getting harder and harder to think with every rough thrust into Sam's cunt. Sam clenched around his partner’s cock.

    “Fuck! Fuck deeper, Bucky. Don't stop!” Bucky's wet kisses on Sam's collarbones felt like heaven on earth. Sam could get used to this. But he shouldn’t. 

    “Never,” Bucky promised. “You feel too good. Way too fucking good Sam.” Bucky continued slamming into him.

    “Oh god, fuck Bucky!” Sam's body shook with pleasure. “Fuck!” Sam tightened around Bucky's cock, spasming as he came. 

    “Fuck Sam, fuck I'm gonna cum, fuck, fuck I'm gonna cum inside you—!” Bucky moaned as he released suddenly inside Sam. Bucky pulled out after and his cum dripped out of Sam’s cunt. 

     Bucky collapsed a moment later, laying over Sam’s body, both fucked out of their minds and sweaty. 

    “All good, pretty boy?” Bucky asked. “Was that enough for you?”

    “Good enough.” Sam breathed back, too full of Bucky, to worry about being made fun of. 

    They were wrapped around each other, and for a moment, when Sam locked eyes with him, he wanted to pull him closer. But he didn't.