hydratrashmeme | Dumpster #3: The Great Pacific Garbage Patch

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Bucky reached down with one hand like he was going to take over fucking himself if Steve didn't get with the program. Steve swatted it away and moved, lying down beside Bucky. He stroked himself with his right hand, thoroughly, filthily wet with lube and come, and Bucky looked over at him.

"I don't know what you think I can do for you, pal," Bucky managed with a shaky smile, "but--"

"Climb on," Steve said, and Bucky's eyes widened. "Come on, you want more, come and get it. Your turn to do some of the work."

Bucky bit his lip, looking down at Steve's cock. He was pretty close to having had enough, Steve knew--all those little half-hurting sounds weren't just because coming over and over was exhausting. He had to be starting to hurt, from too much friction and too much pleasure, just too much.

"I mean," Steve prodded. "If you really want to come harder than you ever have in your life. You want to call it quits and take a shower--"

"I know what you're doing," Bucky said, flicking him a weary, amused smile, and then he shook his head and moved, getting up to straddle Steve.

"Doesn't matter if you know as long as--" Steve cut off with a hiss as Bucky sank down onto his cock. He felt softer now, wetter and easier around Steve's cock even when Steve was buried all the way inside him.

"Ah, fuck," Bucky leaned forward, bracing his right hand on Steve's shoulder and letting his head hang. "Fuck, Stevie--"

Don't stop until I beg you to, Bucky had said. Which had to also mean don't let me stop.

Steve got his hands on Bucky's ass and pulled him up, nearly all the way off Steve's dick. Bucky keened and pushed back down, taking him again. He kept moving once Steve got him started, fucking himself hard and fast on Steve, his motions almost wild. He was breathing in rough gasps, eyes squeezed shut, and Steve realized that it wasn't just sweat running down his face; there were tears leaking from his eyes.

He kept going, riding Steve's cock, flexing his hips to get it just where he wanted it. Steve couldn't stop staring at Bucky's soft little cock bouncing with every motion, the heavy limp weight of it slapping against him every time Bucky slammed down. Come still spurted out of it in little dribbles, splattering on Steve's skin now.

Bucky's rhythm got faster and fiercer until went still all at once. Steve felt him come one more time, his ass tightening on Steve's cock in the familiar rhythm. He reached for Bucky's cock, now that it was lying against him. It twitched in his hand, but there was no new wetness there, even when he rubbed his thumb right over the head, making Bucky yell. Bucky was coming dry.

He sagged over Steve as his orgasm ended, all his weight on his left arm as he panted. Steve watched a tear slide down to fall from the tip of his nose and held very, very still. He had already come once. He wasn't going to push for one second more of this than Bucky wanted, but--

"Please," Bucky breathed, his voice shaking. "Steve, please--please--finish. Make me, I can't--I can't, you gotta--"

Steve rolled him over, pinning Bucky to the bed with his heels in the air, Steve's cock buried deep inside him. Bucky's startled breath was definitely a sob, his eyes shining-wet, but he didn't say no, and he didn't say stop. He didn't even say please again, just "I can't, Stevie, I can't--"

"You don't have to." Steve rolled his hips, forcing a strangled wail from Bucky's throat. "I've got this."

He leaned in harder, brushing a kiss over Bucky's mouth that made him sob out loud. Steve nuzzled at his wet face, grinding his cock in deep. Bucky made a distorted noise that might have been please.

"I've got you," Steve breathed, working up a rhythm, timing his thrusts with Bucky's gasping sobs. "I've got you now. Whatever you want, whatever you need, I'm gonna give it to you. I'm not going to stop. You hear me? I've got you now, nobody else."

"I can't," fell out of Bucky's mouth, just a whisper, so close to breaking, so close to the end of his rope.

Steve stopped his mouth with another kiss, fucking him hard and fast until Bucky was keening into his mouth. Bucky tipped into another wracking, fruitless orgasm and Steve followed him down, coming again into the sloppy mess of Bucky's ass.

Steve held still after, catching his breath, until Bucky turned his head and moaned, "Please, no more, please, that's--"

"Shh, shh, okay," Steve eased free of him immediately, pulling Bucky onto his side and holding him close. Bucky pressed his face to Steve's shoulder and shook, tears hot on Steve's skin. He clung to Steve with his right hand, fingers digging in between Steve's ribs, and Steve just tightened his own grip, anchoring Bucky here.

Steve found himself coming down from something that felt like the high of combat. He loosened his grip to run one hand up and down Bucky's back. He made soft shushing noises and reminded himself that Bucky had asked for it to be like that, that he'd stopped as soon as Bucky had said no more.

Bucky went still and quiet after a while, and Steve let his own eyes close. He was nearly asleep when Bucky pushed away from him to flop down on the bed. He made a noise more annoyed than pained.

Steve opened one eye to watch Bucky huff and flip over, flopping down again on his stomach.

Bucky turned his head and looked back at Steve with one eye open. It was only a little reddened; he looked pleasantly worn out, about the way Steve felt. He was probably in even worse need of a shower, and even less inclined to get up for one. Steve should probably do the gentlemanly thing and go get a washcloth. Several washcloths. Maybe a bucket of hot water.

Steve just had to ask, first. "So? How was that?"

Bucky blinked a couple of times, and Steve saw the betraying crinkle of skin at the corner of his eye before Bucky drawled, "Well. Solid effort. Top three, definitely."

Steve leaned closer, sliding a hand over Bucky's ass, fingers slipping closer until Bucky shuddered and shook his head. Steve shifted his hand back, giving Bucky a friendly squeeze. "Well. I'll just have to try harder next time, huh?"

"You? Try harder?" Bucky snorted and his eye sagged shut. "Gosh, Steve, I don't know."

Steve crowded up against him, nosing in to kiss Bucky again with both their heads on the same pillow. "Gonna own that top ten, Buck. Gonna make you forget anybody else ever touched you."

Bucky turned his face away, hiding it against the pillow, but it didn't stop Steve from feeling the laugh that shook through his body. Steve smiled, pressing his smile against Bucky's shoulder, and when Bucky finally came up for air he muttered, "Someday I'm gonna learn not to dare you to do things."

"No you won't," Steve assured him, tipping onto his back and pulling Bucky on top of him. Bucky huffed and squirmed and then settled in comfortably, give or take the mess. Washing up could wait.

"No, I won't," Bucky agreed, and Steve smoothed his hand down Bucky's back again, letting it rest on his ass as he considered how he could do better next time. He fell asleep with a whole new set of tactical plans revolving in his head as Bucky dozed on top of him.

Love this!

Thank you! :D

They are so great together! Love this.

:D :D :D Thanks!

OH MY GOD I WAS SO EXCITED TO SEE THIS UPDATED, I'VE BEEN ON TENTERHOOKS FOR WEEKS I TELL YOU, TENTERHOOKS

(NOT SURE WHAT THOSE ARE BUT I ASSUME THEY ARE VERY UNCOMFORTABLE)

AAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!

And holy shit you do not disappoint, author!anon. This is so fucking hot and sweet and perfect and just exactly enough hurt-comforty and AWESOME. Like Steve's dick is to Bucky, this is in my top trash faves, 4eva & eva & eva.

!!!!!!!!

<3

In conclusion, omggggggggggggggggggeeeeeeeeee *breaks ultrasonic barrier*

:DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD Thank you! Glad to get you off the tenterhooks.

Christ on a cracker, that was hot! Yet another new kink to consider...

Thank you!

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