[The longer they were together and the longer denied time with one another, the more he toyed with the idea of toeing the line even further. He knew better, of course, even if he chaffed with the scolding from his captain too. This secret relationship would have to be just like this, between them and no one else to look jealously upon their love and adoration for each other. Even if he rebelled, the logical part beyond his heart knew he could never reveal these times together messing the sheets and moaning at each other.
The fingers of the hand stroking himself momentarily spasm with the sudden girth of two fingers inside of him, and he arched his belly towards the roof, and he groaned in a long-suffering sort of way when he was stroked by those strong certain fingers.]
Such blasphemous words above your station... I should have you flogged. [He shot Steve a wicked grin, undulating his body sinfully.] Change my mind to that, my Captain. Make me forget such... transgressions.
[ These moments are what Steve grows to live for, moments stolen with his beloved to keep him going amidst all the dreary politics and pissing contests. Royalty, he reflects, are sometimes not all that different from the masses; but people need a story and a fairytale, something to strive towards.
This is his very own fairytale, him and his beautiful prince, and he pins him down to the bed as he fingerfucks him, slow and thorough. He wants him to feel every inch, filled and prepared for Steve to eventually penetrate him. He's bigger than this and they both know it. Kissing his mouth to hopefully keep him quiet, he smiles wickedly. ]
You won't do that. Your heart will break first. [ Because they both know what a soft spot he has for him. He revels in their love, the intimacy that they share. ] Mmm. You feel so good around my fingers. Tell me how you like it.
[His motions were limited with the weight of his Captain's limbs pinning him to the bed, and that only made the heat between them stronger. There was something so dangerously alluring of the strength within the blond and how beyond these rooms, they were only used to protect himself and the royal family. Here though, he was able to feel the pressure of it on his body, writhe under the strength of those arms and body and know for certain that it was all his to do as he pleased with.
He had also learned a long time ago that screaming was not an option. He must be quiet or muffle himself into his pillows because their secret was far more worthwhile keeping than the need to yell to the world that he was getting plowed to within an inch of his sanity. And no, he wouldn't flog his Captain. The only lines on that back would be because of his nails running down it.]
Ah, my Captain, while your fingers are a great birthday present, they are nothing compared to the monster of flesh you're about to fill me with. [It was all teasing, tossed out in a sing-song voice of a minstrel. He squeezed his wall on those invading fingers all the same, arching under the pleasure the stemmed from them thrusting inside of him.] You are always so good to me. This is what I live for.
[ Steve would give every moment of his life to Bucky, to lay himself at his feet in devotion. Without him, his life has little meaning; and these nights give him joy, carnal knowledge of his lover, to shower affection, to feel desire, to be a man with his beloved for once instead of simply protector.
Bucky is the reason he's stayed as long as he had, his love for the man knowing no boundaries. He loves the lines that are scratched down his back, and he wears them with pride. The others who see it think he's had a few feisty whores in his time off, and he sees no need to correct them. His breath catches when he feels Bucky tightening around his fingers, and he smiles when he pulls out, kissing that lovely mouth again, and again. ]
Me, too. You're what I live for. What I die for, too. [ And he means every word of it. He's stroking his own cock, before he's pushing the head of it against Bucky's tight little hole, his prince a beautiful creature to be ravished and fucked out of his mind. ] Open up for me.
[ He doesn't wait -- he's not gentle, when he thrusts in swiftly, seats himself fully into his prince, his large, thick cock completely inside of him. The pleasure, the tightness is overwhelming, and he trembles, struggling to keep a hold on himself. ]
[Could he be any more privileged than to have this huge blond knight as his lover? He didn't think so because no one looked at him the same way that Steve did, so covetous, so adoring, so loving. Never would his handsome knight reveal such emotions when standing guard in the court or accompanying him on the necessary social endeavors of being an heir to the throne, but here, in the flickering candle light, Steve was a doting and intense lover. Just the way he wanted the man, the way anyone could hope for such attentions.
Yet, he hissed at the loyalty. He dug his fingernails into his precious knight's flesh, his blue eyes sharpening.] I will never give you permission to die. Understand that we are together in many of these endeavors regardless of our stations, but never die unless I am there to follow you. [He would not stand to sit on a throne alone, the spot to his left hand empty because Steve was gone.
He shifted when those demanding fingers disappeared only to be replaced by something larger and far more satisfying. He arched and hooked his ankles behind Steve's hips as he groaned loudly. His hands stroke Steve's face, fingers combing through that rich beard as he smiled and rocked his hips.]
[ He definitely won't break, Steve knows this. He pauses only for a moment when he hears those words, a promise from James' heart to his, the words he knows he means. Steve's breath catches for a moment, and he leans into his touch as his eyes flutter shut. To be embraced so fully like this when he's buried so deep inside his beloved, he knows no better joy and ecstasy.
Burying his face in his shoulder, he pulls out almost completely before sinking in again, taking care with him all the same. Just because Bucky said he wouldn't break doesn't mean Steve won't take care with him -- after all, this won't be the last time they're doing it tonight.
He grasped a hold of Bucky's hand, threading his fingers together with his as he starts to fuck him into the mattress, earnest and yearning and desperate. His words are hot, breathed against Bucky's pulse, a promise he seals together with him in this bed. ] We'll never part.
[He stared in the limited light at Steve's face, his eyes raking over those features that were dedicated to his protection and providing him so much love. His fingers dug into the thickness of Steve's beard, caressing the skin beneath as the corner of his lips rose in a smile.
He found himself arching his back as Steve thrust hard into him, filling the tight heat that was ever hungry for the knight. His body rocked and rolled with the force of his lover's assault, his legs tightening to limit his sliding around on the thick sheets. He cried out over and over, long deep groans of pleasure that he made no effort to hide from potential prying ears.
His head snapped up to kiss the corner of Steve's mouth.] Never. Or at least not for long.
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The fingers of the hand stroking himself momentarily spasm with the sudden girth of two fingers inside of him, and he arched his belly towards the roof, and he groaned in a long-suffering sort of way when he was stroked by those strong certain fingers.]
Such blasphemous words above your station... I should have you flogged. [He shot Steve a wicked grin, undulating his body sinfully.] Change my mind to that, my Captain. Make me forget such... transgressions.
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This is his very own fairytale, him and his beautiful prince, and he pins him down to the bed as he fingerfucks him, slow and thorough. He wants him to feel every inch, filled and prepared for Steve to eventually penetrate him. He's bigger than this and they both know it. Kissing his mouth to hopefully keep him quiet, he smiles wickedly. ]
You won't do that. Your heart will break first. [ Because they both know what a soft spot he has for him. He revels in their love, the intimacy that they share. ] Mmm. You feel so good around my fingers. Tell me how you like it.
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He had also learned a long time ago that screaming was not an option. He must be quiet or muffle himself into his pillows because their secret was far more worthwhile keeping than the need to yell to the world that he was getting plowed to within an inch of his sanity. And no, he wouldn't flog his Captain. The only lines on that back would be because of his nails running down it.]
Ah, my Captain, while your fingers are a great birthday present, they are nothing compared to the monster of flesh you're about to fill me with. [It was all teasing, tossed out in a sing-song voice of a minstrel. He squeezed his wall on those invading fingers all the same, arching under the pleasure the stemmed from them thrusting inside of him.] You are always so good to me. This is what I live for.
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Bucky is the reason he's stayed as long as he had, his love for the man knowing no boundaries. He loves the lines that are scratched down his back, and he wears them with pride. The others who see it think he's had a few feisty whores in his time off, and he sees no need to correct them. His breath catches when he feels Bucky tightening around his fingers, and he smiles when he pulls out, kissing that lovely mouth again, and again. ]
Me, too. You're what I live for. What I die for, too. [ And he means every word of it. He's stroking his own cock, before he's pushing the head of it against Bucky's tight little hole, his prince a beautiful creature to be ravished and fucked out of his mind. ] Open up for me.
[ He doesn't wait -- he's not gentle, when he thrusts in swiftly, seats himself fully into his prince, his large, thick cock completely inside of him. The pleasure, the tightness is overwhelming, and he trembles, struggling to keep a hold on himself. ]
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Yet, he hissed at the loyalty. He dug his fingernails into his precious knight's flesh, his blue eyes sharpening.] I will never give you permission to die. Understand that we are together in many of these endeavors regardless of our stations, but never die unless I am there to follow you. [He would not stand to sit on a throne alone, the spot to his left hand empty because Steve was gone.
He shifted when those demanding fingers disappeared only to be replaced by something larger and far more satisfying. He arched and hooked his ankles behind Steve's hips as he groaned loudly. His hands stroke Steve's face, fingers combing through that rich beard as he smiled and rocked his hips.]
No need to be gentle with me. I won't break.
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Burying his face in his shoulder, he pulls out almost completely before sinking in again, taking care with him all the same. Just because Bucky said he wouldn't break doesn't mean Steve won't take care with him -- after all, this won't be the last time they're doing it tonight.
He grasped a hold of Bucky's hand, threading his fingers together with his as he starts to fuck him into the mattress, earnest and yearning and desperate. His words are hot, breathed against Bucky's pulse, a promise he seals together with him in this bed. ] We'll never part.
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He found himself arching his back as Steve thrust hard into him, filling the tight heat that was ever hungry for the knight. His body rocked and rolled with the force of his lover's assault, his legs tightening to limit his sliding around on the thick sheets. He cried out over and over, long deep groans of pleasure that he made no effort to hide from potential prying ears.
His head snapped up to kiss the corner of Steve's mouth.] Never. Or at least not for long.