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Bucky was in a bit of a predicament.
It’s not like the man had never masturbated before. No, Bucky certainly wasn’t a prude, and he had no reason to be fearful about getting off. But since everything that has happened in the past few years, he hasn’t particularly had the time nor reason to touch himself. Not until Sam, anyway.
And Sam was… gorgeous. Perfect. Beautiful. Funny. Fuckable. Like Bucky wanted to bury his cock in the man and sweet talk him into orgasm after orgasm, before giving him the best aftercare of his life, and possibly followed with a night of good cuddles.
Maybe he could’ve pulled it off about 80 years ago, but even after getting adjusted to the serum, it seemed that there were still parts of him that he hadn’t quite explored thoroughly enough yet. Parts like his cock, which for some reason, felt like it would explode every time he tried touching himself to the thought of Sam.
So there he sat, naked of everything but his dog tags, with a fist on his cock while Sam watched him from the foot of the bed, with a puzzled expression on his face.
“Remind me what the problem is, Bucky? Don’t chicken out on me again, we promised to have sex tonight.” Sam spoke in a low voice as he sat on his calves, arms crossed against his bare chest.
Bucky looked like he was in a daze. There were a few things going on in that cyborg brain of his that he couldn’t seem to compute. Such as the sight of Sam in nothing but his boxers, looking all hot and bothered. And maybe the outline of Sam’s cock in said boxers. And also maybe the fact that Sam was in bed with him, almost naked. And the way that–
“Sam!” Bucky moaned out, his bottom lip trembling as his hips lifted off of the bed before going back down with a thump.
“I’m right here.” Sam said, unamused. “I’m here and I’m ready to do this. I even prepped myself so we could get straight to it, but I just don’t understa–”
Bucky’s eyes widened. “Y-You prepped yourself? As in, you… um, you…”
“Yes, Bucky, I put lube on my fingers and stuck them up my ass.”
“Fuck–!” Bucky moaned again, his eyes rolling back at the sheer thought of it. His hand wasn’t even moving anymore, only trembling while it hovered over his twitching cock. “Fuck, fuck, fuck! Oh God, Sam, Iwannafuckyousobadplease…”
Sam sighed and moved closer, his fingers wrapped around the older man’s ankles. “What’s stopping you, honey? Talk to me.” Patience, Wilson, he told himself. Bucky had never been simple to work with.
“It’s embarrassing, I can’t just… can’t just tell you, Sammy…” Bucky mumbled softly, his eyes darting down to where he had both hands covering his cock, as if there was something to be ashamed about. Sam, for one, had no gripes about it at all.
With gentle pressure on Bucky's ankles, Sam rubbed his thumb in a soothing circular motion, which seemed to slow down his breathing at least a little. “Well you’re gonna have to, honey. You can’t put it off again and keep running away from this. You know I love you, Buck, and I don’t wanna push you to do something you don’t want to, but… could we at least talk about it?”
Bucky grimaced at the way Sam’s tone seemed so patient and encouraging, and yet… the tiniest bit disappointed. In him. So he hesitantly nodded, pulling his thighs closer to his chest. “Okay… Well… I don’t know what’s wrong with me, Sam. I never had this problem before, not when I was young.”
“Tell me about it.” Sam hummed quietly as he pressed kisses up the super soldier’s legs, slow and so gentle.
“Uhm, I just… It’s kinda hard to… cum…” If it weren’t for the quietness of the room, Sam wouldn’t have heard the last word at all.
“So what, you have some sort of medical condition? You should’ve told me, honey.” After he pressed one more kiss to Bucky’s knee, Sam pulled away and looked down at him with a small frown—not disapproving, but concerned.
“What? No, no, I mean… I don’t think that’s it. What I mean is that it’s really, really, really sensitive down there.” Bucky squirmed, pressing his thighs shut together.
Sam barely managed to pry them open again, gazing at him as one hand moved to caress the underside of his thigh, like calming down a spooked animal. “Sensitive? I’d assume that means you have no trouble with your orgasms, Buck.”
“I know, but the thing is, I can’t really bring myself to ever actually finish. Like, it feels really good and all that, but it gets too much, and I just… I can’t, Sam, I can’t!” He whined in frustration. “I get so fuckin’ horny thinking about you, Sam, an’ I want nothing more than to ruin you real good, but no matter how I touch myself, I can’t do it for long enough to actually cum ‘cuz I get so… so–”
“Overstimulated?” Sam asked quietly. He was met with a nod and a pair of the saddest puppy eyes he’d ever seen.
“Dunno if you can help me, S-Sammy… Maybe I’m– hic– broken or somethin’.” Bucky mumbled as tears threatened to spill down his cheeks.
“Hey, hey, we’re a team, aren’t we? We’ll figure it out baby, don’t you worry about a thing.” With a hand in the older man’s hair, Sam gently reassured him as he ran his fingers through Bucky’s thick locks. “Think you can show me first? Let me understand what’s goin’ on.”
“Y-Yeah, I can do that. I can do that for you, Sammy…” Bucky slowly ran the fingers of his flesh hand up and down his cock before closing them around it, squeezing gently. He worked himself with long strokes as his thighs trembled, occasionally bucking his hips up into his fist. It didn’t take much to get him going with his sensitive skin, and Bucky was choking out whimpers in seconds. His vibranium fingers reached up to dig into his abs, as if gripping onto something to keep himself grounded. With every passing second, Bucky felt the heat pooling in his lower half, spreading to his chest, flushing it pink. His toes clenched and his legs were restless with the desperate need to cum. He could feel it—this time, he’d finally cum, this time he wouldn’t chicken out, this time–
“Fuck!” Bucky cried out, growling in frustration as he pulled his hand away with a sharp motion. “I can’t, Sam, I really c-can’t!”
“Why not? Why couldn’t you keep going?” Sam furrowed his brows, inching closer. He was careful to speak softly, so Bucky’s aggression could simmer down. Bucky loved his gentle voice.
Breathless pants fell from Bucky’s mouth as he tried to compose himself. “It’s too… Ngh… S-Sammy, it feels like too much…” Between his legs, his cock twitched by itself, pulsing and leaking obscenely what looked like an endless stream of precum. He bucked his hips up involuntarily, fingers laced together on top of his chest.
“Alright, alright, settle down Buck. Let me help.” With a peck to the older man’s knee, Sam lodged himself between Bucky’s folded legs. He leaned down to give Bucky a deep, reassuring kiss before pulling back with a gentle smile. “You okay?”
After a moment of catching his breath, Bucky managed a slight nod. “Uhm, yeah… I think I’m f-fine right now,” he shuddered.
Sam looked at his own tenting boxers and hooked a finger around his waistband before pulling it down. His cock was already half hard, almost matching Bucky’s in length, and only leaking half as much as he pressed them together. Bucky mewled when Sam rocked his hips, the friction making his jaw go slack and drool slide down his chin.
“Sam… S-Sam!” Bucky moaned his name out like a prayer.
“C’mon baby, relax. You can handle this, I know you can.” Sam cooed, gently nudging Bucky’s stubble with his nose. He then moved to Bucky’s chin, licking up the drool in one smooth motion. The older man shuddered beneath him and turned his head sideways, giving Sam enough space to pepper kisses down his warm neck.
Between them, their cocks continued to rub against each other. Bucky’s tip leaked enough to lube them up in a matter of minutes as shiny beads of precum slid down across his veins. “Ah… S’too much, Sammy, please! I-I can’t, I need it…”
Deft fingers slid down Bucky’s chest, cupping one side and squeezing. “Look at me, Buck. Here’s what I’m gonna do—I’m gonna ride your cock, alright? Gonna make you feel good. I’ve gotta take care of my guy after all, don’t I?” Sam whispered in that sweet, husky voice of his as he positioned himself over Bucky’s twitching cock.
“Fuh– Fuck, Sam, I don’t know if I can handle it…” Beneath Sam, the super soldier was a whimpering, sobbing mess, his chest heaving up and down rapidly. Bucky wanted to touch himself so badly, to finally cum, but… he knew he’d never make it on his own.
“Honey, you’ll be fine. It’s nothing you can’t handle. You’re a big boy, you can do this.” Sam reached out to pat his head, his palm sliding down to cup Bucky’s rosy cheek and give it a gentle squeeze. He lowered himself enough until he felt the tip of the latter’s cock graze lightly against his hole, already wet with lube from his earlier preparations. “Make sure to tell me if you want me off, alright Buck?”
And when Bucky nods, Sam says: “Good. That’s a good boy.”
Shit.
Shiiiiiiiit.
Bucky’s nails dug into the flesh of Sam’s hips and slammed him down into his cock, faster than the younger man could blink. His hips stuttered as he felt his length being enveloped by the warm, velvety insides of what he’d only been able to dream of for the past few months.
“Fuck– Bucky! You can’t just–!” Sam gasped as his hole clenched around the thick girth, trying to accommodate the sheer size of the super soldier. He quickly wrapped his arms around Bucky’s neck and gripped the hair on the back of his head, tugging sharply.
“Samsamsamsamsam… Oh–! Sammy I love you so much, Sammy, please, oh please please please…” Bucky was absolutely dizzy with pleasure, babbling turning incomprehensive as more drool ran down his chin. The rest of the world seemed to shrink down to the feeling of his cock stuffed in Sam’s ass. He reached down to grope at the soft flesh, almost bruising it with his strength. Sam clenched around him, moaning and gasping as he tried to process what was happening. The older man’s thrusts were rough and relentless, only pure animalistic need taking over his brain.
What felt like an hour to Bucky passed by in under a minute for Sam as hot, thick cum spurted into the latter’s ass. Bucky trembled as he thrusted upwards, slowing down when the pleasure began turning into pain. His breathing calmed, and eventually he blinked, eyes half-lidded and gazing up at Sam with pure adoration, who untangled his fingers from Bucky’s hair. Funny, the super soldier didn’t feel a single tug.
“So… guess we solved your issue.” Sam panted softly as Bucky rested his head between the man’s pecs, mumbling something between his cleavage. Bucky continued to drool, licking up Sam’s chest as he occasionally bit and nipped at the flesh. Sam couldn’t help but giggle at the subtle tickle. “Hey, Buck, cut it out! We still have my issue on hand.”
“Mmh…?” Bucky pulled his head back, all dizzy and dumb with pleasure. He looked up at Sam with an attempt at a smile, before shifting his gaze downwards, to where Sam was clearly still hard and left unattended. His smile quickly dropped into a frown. “Oh… That’s… that’s no good…”
“No good, huh Buck?” Sam parroted, caressing Bucky’s shoulders with both hands. “You’re a smart one, but you weren’t a very good boy. Didn’t give me any warning, and you came without even thinkin’ of my pleasure.”
Bucky, still buried in Sam’s ass, thrusted up gently with a whine. “Bad… I was bad, I’m sorry Sammy… So sorry…”
“Oh, honey, I forgive you. Just let me ride your cock nice and proper, ‘kay? I’ll cum, and then we can clean up, have a nice little shower. That sound good?” Sam finished his sentence by kissing the corner of Bucky’s lips, still slick with spit and glistening.
“Yeah… yeah, sounds good. ‘N then I’ll be all good again, and… and everything will be… all good… h-haah…” Soft little pants escaped his lips as he squeezed his eyes shut, feeling himself harden inside Sam again. Cum was already dripping out around the area where the younger man’s hole squeezed his girth, but it stopped as soon as Bucky’s cock began fattening up again. “Gonna have to take the wheel on this one, Sammy… Think ‘m gonna die if I try movin’.”
“That’s okay, baby. Just get nice and hard for me and I’ll do all the work.” Sam held him close to his chest, kissing the top of Bucky’s head. The two of them surely smelt like sweat, cum, and sex. It was almost intoxicating.
As soon as Bucky was fully hard again, thanks to the serum, Sam began rocking his hips experimentally. “This okay? If it’s too much, I can just use my fingers, or–”
“No! No, no, Sam, don’t–” Bucky said immediately, squeezing Sam’s waist. “It’s fine… I’m fine– hnngh! Oh, Sammy, you feel so, so, so, sooo… good… ‘M gonna cum again if ya keep goin’ like that– oh!”
Sam’s pace was nothing but gentle. He angled his bounces so Bucky’s tip pressed against his sweet spot, rubbing against it as much as he could as the super soldier beneath him clawed at his back and whimpered like there was no tomorrow. “Not so fast, Buck… I’m almost there, just wait for me, please?”
Thank God Sam was already close from Bucky’s earlier stunt. Otherwise, he wasn’t sure if he’d make it before Bucky was filling him up again a second time.
“Y-Yeah, I’ll be good… I’ll be so good for ya, Sammy, I promi– ah–!” Bucky groaned and jerked his hips upwards, pressing directly into Sam’s prostate when the latter suddenly clenched down tightly. Sam’s cock bobbed between their bodies, smearing precum over Bucky’s abs.
“Buck… Bucky, sweetheart, fuck you feel good!” Sam moaned out, hugging Bucky even tighter and closer to his heaving chest. “Think I’m gonna… gonna cum…”
“Please cum, I dunno if I can hold on any longer!” Bucky begged, gripping desperately at any part of Sam’s body his hands could find. He looked up with the saddest puppy eyes, all glossy and red.
“Ah, shit– Bucky!” With a ragged gasp, Sam began moving faster as his ropes of cum spilled from his cock onto him and Bucky’s stomachs, some even reaching his own chest. He rode out his orgasm, unintentionally blocking out the sounds of Bucky’s loud whining. It wasn’t until he felt another gush of cum filling his ass that he was brought back to reality.
“Mmfh– Please, too much… too much, Sammy, oh God…” Bucky cried, sobbing into Sam’s chest as he tried to still the younger man’s hips, holding them down on his cock.
“Baby, are you alright? Oh, I’m so sorry, does it hurt…?” Sam quickly tugged Bucky’s head back to pepper his face with the most feather-light kisses he could give. He tasted the salt of the latter’s tears on his tongue, lapping it up.
“Hurts good. Just don’t move, please? Think ‘m gonna die if… if…” Bucky leaned forward, pressing his forehead against the softness of Sam’s pecs once more.
Sam chuckled and nuzzled his nose into the older man’s hair. “Yeah, yeah, I know, sweetheart. Don’t you worry about a thing, you did so good. You were so good for me, Buck. Rest up.”
“Thank you… love you, Sammy.”
“Love you too, Buck.”
The gentle petting of Sam’s hands on his head was all that Bucky could feel as he drifted off. Still snug in the warmth of Sam’s ass, he murmured soft little ‘thank you'’’s, occasionally thrusting upwards to keep his cum from sliding out. Sam, on the other hand, was content with soothing his lover and whispering sweet praises into his ear. Both of them lulled to sleep in each other’s arms.