[If they had all the time in the world and not the press of flesh urges nagging, Bucky knew that he could stay just like this sitting up with Steve in his lap, his fingers up the omega's wet ass and Steve rocking down on him. His eyes fluttered and a low growling groan escaped his lips when his cock was taken in hand, feeling the hot hardness of Steve's own erection and hitching his hips up towards the contact. God that felt so good in a maddening kind of way. His sweat was slick and their smell was so clogging up his head that all he could do was react and that he did well.
His fingers wormed as deep as they could go given the angle and being fingers, but he could feel the tension in Steve's body in response, could feel the stretch of those muscles around him and he knew that it would feel a hundred times better to be splitting open his omega on his cock. It was an issue of claim that he couldn't think of doing with anyone else, nor would he want to. Steve was his, would be his, and he didn't share.
And he was panting out a rough laugh at Steve's pleas. God that was like music to his ears right now! He growled and whined in return, hitching his hips beneath Steve and again was feeling the press to just roll them right off the bed and do the dirty on the floor like the desperate wolves that they were.
Instead, he thrust his fingers once, twice, three times more up his omega's slick ass and then pulled them free. He reached down to take himself from Steve's grip, encouraging with his other hand so that the blond rose just enough that he could rearrange himself to have a better angle to guide himself up to nudge his way inside of Steve's hole. He had to give a little hard thrust to force the head in, but by then, his grip on the blond was unyielding. They were doing this and nothing and no one would break them apart.]
Come on... ease down on me. Little-by-little. Let me watch you split yourself on me, Stevie!
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His fingers wormed as deep as they could go given the angle and being fingers, but he could feel the tension in Steve's body in response, could feel the stretch of those muscles around him and he knew that it would feel a hundred times better to be splitting open his omega on his cock. It was an issue of claim that he couldn't think of doing with anyone else, nor would he want to. Steve was his, would be his, and he didn't share.
And he was panting out a rough laugh at Steve's pleas. God that was like music to his ears right now! He growled and whined in return, hitching his hips beneath Steve and again was feeling the press to just roll them right off the bed and do the dirty on the floor like the desperate wolves that they were.
Instead, he thrust his fingers once, twice, three times more up his omega's slick ass and then pulled them free. He reached down to take himself from Steve's grip, encouraging with his other hand so that the blond rose just enough that he could rearrange himself to have a better angle to guide himself up to nudge his way inside of Steve's hole. He had to give a little hard thrust to force the head in, but by then, his grip on the blond was unyielding. They were doing this and nothing and no one would break them apart.]
Come on... ease down on me. Little-by-little. Let me watch you split yourself on me, Stevie!