Starting out somewhat off prompt, but I will be hitting the initial V1 gangbang eventually. I just thought this would be a sexy way to initiate the conversation. ....and I love possessive Steve. Bucky is HIS, whether Bucky likes/knows it or not.
“Ah! …Yes! Again!!” Bucky arched, springs of the small bed protesting their movement. The shades were drawn. Thank god the neighbors weren’t home. Steve groaned and collapsed on top of him. “I can’t again, Buck. I’m tired.” Bucky mumbled, clutching the pillow closer to his face, twitching his hips for more. “You already got yours, how can you possibly want more?” “I just need it, Stevie. Please, more?” Steve rolled over, wrapping his limbs around the larger man, gently kissing his ear. “You’re so desperate,” Bucky whined, allowing Steve access to his neck, hoping to get bit and sucked. His demands were met as Steve bruised the sinewy muscle below his collar line, but nothing went farther. Steve wasn’t his first, but he was the first Bucky wanted a relationship with. Bucky lost his virginity from an older man while working at the docks. Men fucked hard and fast over there. No privacy, constantly on edge, the fear of getting caught. All lust. He regularly gave blowjobs and when the opportunities arose, other sexual favors. He had quite an underground reputation at the docks of being the one to go to for a good time. He never told Steve about these escapades. They didn’t mean anything, and they were a good way to make a few extra dollars on the side. Several of the men knew each other, as escapades were becoming more frequent. Eventually they were becoming harder to hide, especially as his relationship with Steve was becoming more intimate. Before, sex with Steve was infrequent and more about kissing and feeling each other’s bodies, fragile and timid. Now, as they grew more familiar with each other’s bodies, secrets were shared. Bucky loved having his hair pulled, loved giving head, and getting fucked. He liked Steve being feisty and manhandling him. From time to time Steve would ride his lap, but overall Bucky’s preference was to bottom. Sometimes Steve would ride him just to hear him begging about how he’d rather get fucked. So with this elevated sexual activity, and the preference of Steve topping. The overlap of Bucky coming home loose and Steve wanting sex was bound to happen. He played it cool until the other slid a finger in to prep him and he was wet in a way that no ‘self prep’ would. Steve was shocked by what slid down his finger. The other man’s cum dripped on the bed. Bucky inhaled and blushed, adverting his gaze, he couldn’t meet Steves. It took Steve a moment before jerking his hand back, his face crinkled in disgust. “Buck! What’s this?” Knowing full well what. Pinning the other’s thighs open with his bony hands, making him unable to shrink away. Bucky shivered. He felt sick, slightly exhilarated, but sick. This could go very wrong for him.
Re: SAMPLE 1/? Steve/Bucky, Steve ‘claiming’ Bucky post-gangbang
“Ah! …Yes! Again!!” Bucky arched, springs of the small bed protesting their movement. The shades were drawn. Thank god the neighbors weren’t home.
Steve groaned and collapsed on top of him. “I can’t again, Buck. I’m tired.”
Bucky mumbled, clutching the pillow closer to his face, twitching his hips for more.
“You already got yours, how can you possibly want more?”
“I just need it, Stevie. Please, more?”
Steve rolled over, wrapping his limbs around the larger man, gently kissing his ear. “You’re so desperate,”
Bucky whined, allowing Steve access to his neck, hoping to get bit and sucked. His demands were met as Steve bruised the sinewy muscle below his collar line, but nothing went farther.
Steve wasn’t his first, but he was the first Bucky wanted a relationship with. Bucky lost his virginity from an older man while working at the docks. Men fucked hard and fast over there. No privacy, constantly on edge, the fear of getting caught. All lust. He regularly gave blowjobs and when the opportunities arose, other sexual favors. He had quite an underground reputation at the docks of being the one to go to for a good time. He never told Steve about these escapades. They didn’t mean anything, and they were a good way to make a few extra dollars on the side.
Several of the men knew each other, as escapades were becoming more frequent. Eventually they were becoming harder to hide, especially as his relationship with Steve was becoming more intimate. Before, sex with Steve was infrequent and more about kissing and feeling each other’s bodies, fragile and timid. Now, as they grew more familiar with each other’s bodies, secrets were shared. Bucky loved having his hair pulled, loved giving head, and getting fucked. He liked Steve being feisty and manhandling him. From time to time Steve would ride his lap, but overall Bucky’s preference was to bottom. Sometimes Steve would ride him just to hear him begging about how he’d rather get fucked.
So with this elevated sexual activity, and the preference of Steve topping. The overlap of Bucky coming home loose and Steve wanting sex was bound to happen. He played it cool until the other slid a finger in to prep him and he was wet in a way that no ‘self prep’ would.
Steve was shocked by what slid down his finger. The other man’s cum dripped on the bed. Bucky inhaled and blushed, adverting his gaze, he couldn’t meet Steves. It took Steve a moment before jerking his hand back, his face crinkled in disgust.
“Buck! What’s this?” Knowing full well what. Pinning the other’s thighs open with his bony hands, making him unable to shrink away.
Bucky shivered. He felt sick, slightly exhilarated, but sick. This could go very wrong for him.
Cliff hanger! I will write more.