"I know how to enjoy the finer things. Like how perfectly round your ass is." Also his skin is very soft and lovely to touch, but that might be a slightly creeptastic thing to say right now, even with all other things considered. "And how good you smell all fucked out right now." Bucky licks a long stripe along Sam's skin, from his balls all the way up to the small of his back, repeating that action a few times before he nibbles on one round asscheek and then goes to town. It's a messy business, eating out someone's ass much less eating cum but Bucky has no qualms or hesitations about how much of it ends up on his face and chin and a little on his chest too, soaking into the material of his t-shirt.
When he's done, when Sam smells like Bucky in more than one way but there's no more cum to slurp out, he flips the other man over and grins before grabbing Sam's face and kissing him. Possibly not the most thought-out he's ever made but he's had a great time and is still ragingly horny; perhaps Bucky can be forgiven.
Sam is on heaven. It has been too long since he's had the pleasure, and know what a mess Bucky is eating up with such gusto just makes it alle the better. Sam can't help how eagerly he grinds against that pretty face. Can't help how incoherently he praises Bucky's tongue, encourages every swipe of tongue and every scrape of teeth on his puffy, sensitive rim.
He's basically boneless when Bucky flips him over, makes a soft noise that could be protest but isn't when Bucky enforces thay filthy kiss on him. No, that noise is a shocked gasp that melts seamlessly into a deep and dirty moan. Sam's mouth opens for Bucky, as warm and wet in its welcome as his hole had been for the alpha. And he keeps making those greedy sounds into the kiss, into the messy exchange of slick and cum between their mouths. Sam licks the mess from Bucky's tongue, teases him to give chase here too.
And oh his hands are clenched in Bucky's shirt, and after a moment the strong muscles flex in his quivering thighs, he angles his hips up. And then he's seeking friction in Bucky's thigh. His own cock soft, but his hole leaves warm slick.
He would apologise, but he's so needy it's hard to think. Sam breaks the kiss. Stares up at Bucky, face a glistening mess after that kiss. Dark eyes swallowed damn near hole by how wide his pupils are. He whimpers, still clutching Bucky.
"Oh baby, I wanna so bad I can barely think about anything else. Except the kitchen here sucks, and this mattress is sad, and I don't wanna make you breakfast in that rinky-dink fuckin' affair." It's not a line; it comes out a little too rushed and Bucky's eyes go from relaxed to wide in a very unwolflike manner as soon as he says it.
Well. Guess that particular desire is out in the open.
He noses Sam's cheek. "I wanna fuck you again. I wanna see you wake up." A soft but messy kiss. "That okay, baby? You can always change your mind, but my dick would follow you across state lines, and that's a fact."
A tongue swipes across Sam's lips and then he pulls himself back to sit on his knees. "I'll walk ya home. Scared if we go to my place we ain't gonna make it out the elevator." And there are too many floors to take the stairs.
Bucky's earnest desire is rewarded with a pleased whine at the back of Sam's throat, the thought almost too good on it's own merit. Sam wants the whole deal - fucking until he can kiss his morning run goodbye, breakfast in bed, maybe even with food instead of just eating each other's cum. Maybe Bucky could fuck him so good in the shower Sam's prude neighbours would faint from the noises.
"I don't live too far. I can take you home. You can come inside - a lot. All night, and for breakfast. But first..."
Sam lies back, pushes his shirt up and runs his hands over his torso. Squeezes his pecs and make sure Bucky's looking.
"You cleaned me up too good. Wanna walk home marked up." Sam licks his lips. He smells so inviting. "Pleay with yourself for me. Paint my tits, puppy. Show me my place."
"Oh, fuck, Sam," Bucky murmurs in a sort of rapturous joy. The fact that his dick practically springs up to hit him in the lower abdomen at the suggestion would likely be a clear indicator of just how excited Bucky is at the prospect. "Perfect ass, perfect fucking tits, perfect smell." He licks his hand, still covered a bit with Sam's slick, his own saliva, and Sam's cum. "Perfect all-around."
Bucky could touch himself to cause a paint-splattered work of art across Sam's chest, but the prospect of rubbing his cock and his very hard knot across all that soft, brown skin is too exciting. He drags the heavy, wet tip of his cock down the center of Sam's chest, swipes to the left, then to the right, circling the precum and the remains of his earlier orgasm across Sam's nipples. He arranges himself so that as he's leaning over Sam he is also keeping Sam's legs caught between his own, his toes tucked beneath Sam's thighs. It doesn't take long for spurts to begin coating Sam's skin, Bucky grunting on every exhale.
And with every grunt Bucky gives him while painting Sam's chest, Sam moans as if Bucky's nailing his sweet spot, as if this is enough to get him off. A little reward and encouragement for the performance.
"So generous to me..." And Sam feels a splatter hit his bottom lip, his jawline. Doesn't bother wiping or licking it away. Lets Bucky enjoy the sight of thick white droplets on rich dark skin as Sam trails his fingers through the mess, teases his nipples and relaxes with a sigh. He reeks of the alpha. He's a mess.
It's amazing.
"Alright. God I wanna continue but... lets get somewhere comfortable enough for me to split apart on that that rifle you're packing."
"You want your shirt or you just gonna..." Bucky gestures toward Sam's chest with a cocky but contented smile. He leans back, casting around for his jeans and underwear before gingerly tucking himself away, though zipping the denim isn't even the idea of an option right now. "No complaints either way. Might be a little cold, though."
Either way, Bucky picks up individual items of clothing for both of them, placing Sam's on the pillow before he bounces at the edge of the bed. "I'm glad we did this. Are doing this."
"Tempting - but you're right. It's too cold." He does let Bucky get one last good look before he pulls his shirt over the mess. It's probably ruined - Sam's good at getting slick out of sheets, but getting an alpha wolf's cum our of his shirt seems like an herculean task he doesn't wanna undertake.
Maybe the shirt can be emergency relief assistance for his next heat I'd he's still flying solo then - they're having a good time but Sam is fad from presuming more right now. All in due time.
"Me too, puppy. Been a while since I've had this much fun with someone." A soft kiss - surprisingly sweet. "Thank you, Bucky."
The walk home is a blur. Steve is tipped generously, the night air is biting, they barely get a block before they paw at each other in an alley just off the street, in clear view of anyone walking past and not caring.
By the time they arrive at Sam's place, they're both giddy with it, drunk on each other's scents. And it feels so joyful. The apartment is nice - but Sam is a bird, so it should come as no surprise that he enjoys a lovely nest. Tastefully decorated, with hints of so mich of what Sam likes. Marvin Gaye vinyls, a wine rack with some very nice options, cozy blankets, sugary cereal on the kitchen counter. A picture of a woman who looks very similar to Sam, and what appear to be her two kids, alongside some other family photos. A threadbare air force shirt over the back of the couch, a full book shelf, tasteful art on the walls. And the place smells comfortably of Sam. If there has ever been another alpha in here, not even Bucky's sensitive nose will be able to tell, suggesting it has indeed been a long, long time.
And then of course there's Sam's bedroom. The bed is massive, but it has pillows and blankets arranged in a way where to sleep in it must be to feel snug in a nice nest.
Of course all of that would be nice to take in... but it's a blur because Sam runs the moment they're through the front door, hears Bucky immediately on his heels as he gives chase.
They crash into that lovely bed with enough force to make the headboard slam against the wall, and Sam is on his back beneath Bucky as they're tearing at each other's clothes with far more haste and urgency than elegance.
Sam hears fabric rip and doesn't care, but mewls with delight when he gets to his prize first - and manages to get Bucky's pants down enough to finally get a good look at his cock.
And damn. Just... damn. Holy shit.
The scent of slick hits the air hard and fast, Sam's mouth falling open as he just watches his hand struggle to even close around that girth. Holy shit.
"I've never had a knot before." Faced with this, he has to share it. Because he can tell this would require training and practice, not just slick and wishful thinking. "So just... holy shit, puppy, I want you to make it hurt so good, okay, stuff this in me and use me good, but we can't... I'm too tight to take that knot tonight. Everything else though. You can make me take everything else."
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When he's done, when Sam smells like Bucky in more than one way but there's no more cum to slurp out, he flips the other man over and grins before grabbing Sam's face and kissing him. Possibly not the most thought-out he's ever made but he's had a great time and is still ragingly horny; perhaps Bucky can be forgiven.
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He's basically boneless when Bucky flips him over, makes a soft noise that could be protest but isn't when Bucky enforces thay filthy kiss on him. No, that noise is a shocked gasp that melts seamlessly into a deep and dirty moan. Sam's mouth opens for Bucky, as warm and wet in its welcome as his hole had been for the alpha. And he keeps making those greedy sounds into the kiss, into the messy exchange of slick and cum between their mouths. Sam licks the mess from Bucky's tongue, teases him to give chase here too.
And oh his hands are clenched in Bucky's shirt, and after a moment the strong muscles flex in his quivering thighs, he angles his hips up. And then he's seeking friction in Bucky's thigh. His own cock soft, but his hole leaves warm slick.
He would apologise, but he's so needy it's hard to think. Sam breaks the kiss. Stares up at Bucky, face a glistening mess after that kiss. Dark eyes swallowed damn near hole by how wide his pupils are. He whimpers, still clutching Bucky.
"Do it again. Fuck me, alpha. Take me. Please."
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Well. Guess that particular desire is out in the open.
He noses Sam's cheek. "I wanna fuck you again. I wanna see you wake up." A soft but messy kiss. "That okay, baby? You can always change your mind, but my dick would follow you across state lines, and that's a fact."
A tongue swipes across Sam's lips and then he pulls himself back to sit on his knees. "I'll walk ya home. Scared if we go to my place we ain't gonna make it out the elevator." And there are too many floors to take the stairs.
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"I don't live too far. I can take you home. You can come inside - a lot. All night, and for breakfast. But first..."
Sam lies back, pushes his shirt up and runs his hands over his torso. Squeezes his pecs and make sure Bucky's looking.
"You cleaned me up too good. Wanna walk home marked up." Sam licks his lips. He smells so inviting. "Pleay with yourself for me. Paint my tits, puppy. Show me my place."
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Bucky could touch himself to cause a paint-splattered work of art across Sam's chest, but the prospect of rubbing his cock and his very hard knot across all that soft, brown skin is too exciting. He drags the heavy, wet tip of his cock down the center of Sam's chest, swipes to the left, then to the right, circling the precum and the remains of his earlier orgasm across Sam's nipples. He arranges himself so that as he's leaning over Sam he is also keeping Sam's legs caught between his own, his toes tucked beneath Sam's thighs. It doesn't take long for spurts to begin coating Sam's skin, Bucky grunting on every exhale.
"So pretty, Perfect Bird."
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And with every grunt Bucky gives him while painting Sam's chest, Sam moans as if Bucky's nailing his sweet spot, as if this is enough to get him off. A little reward and encouragement for the performance.
"So generous to me..."
And Sam feels a splatter hit his bottom lip, his jawline. Doesn't bother wiping or licking it away. Lets Bucky enjoy the sight of thick white droplets on rich dark skin as Sam trails his fingers through the mess, teases his nipples and relaxes with a sigh. He reeks of the alpha. He's a mess.
It's amazing.
"Alright. God I wanna continue but... lets get somewhere comfortable enough for me to split apart on that that rifle you're packing."
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Either way, Bucky picks up individual items of clothing for both of them, placing Sam's on the pillow before he bounces at the edge of the bed. "I'm glad we did this. Are doing this."
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Maybe the shirt can be emergency relief assistance for his next heat I'd he's still flying solo then - they're having a good time but Sam is fad from presuming more right now. All in due time.
"Me too, puppy. Been a while since I've had this much fun with someone." A soft kiss - surprisingly sweet. "Thank you, Bucky."
The walk home is a blur. Steve is tipped generously, the night air is biting, they barely get a block before they paw at each other in an alley just off the street, in clear view of anyone walking past and not caring.
By the time they arrive at Sam's place, they're both giddy with it, drunk on each other's scents. And it feels so joyful. The apartment is nice - but Sam is a bird, so it should come as no surprise that he enjoys a lovely nest. Tastefully decorated, with hints of so mich of what Sam likes. Marvin Gaye vinyls, a wine rack with some very nice options, cozy blankets, sugary cereal on the kitchen counter. A picture of a woman who looks very similar to Sam, and what appear to be her two kids, alongside some other family photos. A threadbare air force shirt over the back of the couch, a full book shelf, tasteful art on the walls. And the place smells comfortably of Sam. If there has ever been another alpha in here, not even Bucky's sensitive nose will be able to tell, suggesting it has indeed been a long, long time.
And then of course there's Sam's bedroom. The bed is massive, but it has pillows and blankets arranged in a way where to sleep in it must be to feel snug in a nice nest.
Of course all of that would be nice to take in... but it's a blur because Sam runs the moment they're through the front door, hears Bucky immediately on his heels as he gives chase.
They crash into that lovely bed with enough force to make the headboard slam against the wall, and Sam is on his back beneath Bucky as they're tearing at each other's clothes with far more haste and urgency than elegance.
Sam hears fabric rip and doesn't care, but mewls with delight when he gets to his prize first - and manages to get Bucky's pants down enough to finally get a good look at his cock.
And damn. Just... damn. Holy shit.
The scent of slick hits the air hard and fast, Sam's mouth falling open as he just watches his hand struggle to even close around that girth. Holy shit.
"I've never had a knot before." Faced with this, he has to share it. Because he can tell this would require training and practice, not just slick and wishful thinking. "So just... holy shit, puppy, I want you to make it hurt so good, okay, stuff this in me and use me good, but we can't... I'm too tight to take that knot tonight. Everything else though. You can make me take everything else."