[ He could feel it right down to his soul, the way Bucky trilled, the tune that changed and he knew that it meant something else entirely, something far more primal and territorial, and he gasped, clutching tight when he sucked harder.
He was leaking down his throat, swollen and thick and so very, very close, because he was so young and he'd never felt this way before, had never had Bucky's head between his thighs sucking like he could draw out every drop of him.
And before he could warn him, before he could push him away, Steve cried out, thin but loud in the quiet before he clamped down hard on his cry -- he came, thick, sticky ropes of come spurting down Bucky's willing throat, hot and erratic as he emptied his balls into his young lover. He threw his head back, the elegant line of his white, white throat exposed in wordless submission. ]
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He was leaking down his throat, swollen and thick and so very, very close, because he was so young and he'd never felt this way before, had never had Bucky's head between his thighs sucking like he could draw out every drop of him.
And before he could warn him, before he could push him away, Steve cried out, thin but loud in the quiet before he clamped down hard on his cry -- he came, thick, sticky ropes of come spurting down Bucky's willing throat, hot and erratic as he emptied his balls into his young lover. He threw his head back, the elegant line of his white, white throat exposed in wordless submission. ]
Bucky, Bucky --