19 May 2019
He’s been so tempted, to just walk into his room and trade Bucky’s hand for his. Just walk in there, fall straight into his lap like one of the many dames Bucky’s got on any other night, bury his face in his broad chest and listen to his moans.
He wishes that Bucky would use his strong arms to pick him up, lower him on his cock, and direct him on what to do.
Give him a firm but gentle hand, a sense of direction. Whisper in Steve’s ear to ride him, breath billowing hot against his ear, and call him pretty, such a pretty—oh god.
The thing is, he doesn’t think Bucky would even stop him. He’s doing this on purpose, baiting him. Sending out a worm on a line, waiting to reel in the big catch.
Would it be so bad giving in?
- Part 2 of lullabies 'verse
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