[It was a wonder that the cot continued to hold up as well as it was, especially considering how they'd cracked their bed back home the very first night Steve was turned. Not doing anything like this, no. But wolves like them were hard on furniture. It certainly did take resolve to withstand and on that front, the cot was doing a lot better than Steve was.

He rocked back once Bucky shifted to push up so he was sitting, adjusting his weight to allow for it since closer in any regard was better. ]

That makes two of us.

[His voice was threaded with the last groan pulled from the press and bruise of Bucky setting marks into his thighs. They pleased him as much as having his best friend's hands on over-warm skin and the firm insistence of his body under him. To keep his balance Steve slapped his hands on Bucky's shoulders, thumbs brushing over the column his neck. He couldn't exactly say that his resolve broke with the slide of Bucky's fingers inside of him but something gave way inside of him, making him moan out again, slicking further at the breach as if to welcome it. His own touch wasn't half as good as Bucky's, which he was already rocking down into. And if it was this good just with his fingers, his cock had to be five times more.]

C'mon. [Panted. Whining wordlessly he opened his eyes and ground down, feeling the pitch of his heat rise. He reached down between them and gripped the now-slippery length of Bucky's cock, pressing it possessively against his own. If not for Bucky's fingers already in him he would have tried to put it in him already instead of just looking at how flushed and hard they both were while his body clenched in wanting that exact thickness.] Please, Buck. Alpha. I'll give you a whole show after this. Whatever you want. I only-- I can't wait anymore.