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Bucky got carried away. He knew he shouldn’t have done this—just like Natasha kept telling him. She said, “you should be waiting til’ you find a partner—or you’re gonna be sorry.” But, Bucky was desperate. He wanted to have sex so bad. He wanted to know what it felt like to have something bigger than his finger in his asshole. 

So, when he got a butt plug secretly…big deal that he wanted to try it out. It was a summer afternoon, and his parents weren’t at the house. His younger sister wasn’t home either. So, Bucky was fucking around with the butt plug alone in his room. He got it in by the grace of lube and breathing exercises—and it felt so good to be stuffed like that. 

He even texted Natasha.

Buck: BESTIE. I fucking did it!!!!!!!!!!!!

And she was admittedly surprised, but she was happy for Bucky in her own way. When she sent the next text, Bucky actually stopped smiling for a second. 

Nat: will you b able to get it out? what’s the end of it like?

Oh fuck. It was sort of a flat end, fitting inside his asshole as if it’s not actually there. He was laying down on his back in bed, and he flew his hand back to his asshole. He twisted the bottom of it, trying to pull it out—and it wouldn’t budge. Fuck. It actually felt so good, the twist of it in his asshole—but that was besides the point. The point was that it hurt to pull at it. That can’t be good.

He’s toying with himself, trying to pull it out—and it’s funny, he realizes why butt plugs are shaped like this. It’s precisely to keep them inside because of the way they get skinny once the fat part goes in. They stay like that inside the asshole—when the tightness of him encloses the device, keeping it in place to stretch out his internal canal.

A few minutes went by before he replied. 

Buck: oh my god…Nat. I can’t fucking get it out??!!!! WHAT DO I DO????

Nat: omg don’t panic. um let me think…

Bucky is panicking. How is he supposed to walk around and act normal with a fucking butt plug in his asshole? He actually considers BEGGING Natasha to help him take it out. They were best friends after all—and Nat doesn’t even like boys. Just like Bucky doesn’t like girls, so big deal if she helps him. 

Buck: i’m not kidding u nat i literally need you to take it out before i panic so hard that my parents find out

Nat: i’m with my girlfriend lol?? what would i even tell her

Buck: omg literally just tell maria the truth?? idc if she’s there to help. i am freaking out!!!!!!!!

Bucky knew Maria Hill pretty well at this point—and if Nat loves her, he loves her too by association. So. Whatever. 

Nat: ok. come over to my house then, can u make it?

Buck: i guess we’ll see. it definitely cant be at my house…ok.

The brunette starts looking around, contemplating his next move. He takes a few deep breaths before feeling convinced to start his journey to Nat’s house.

Buck: im gonna start heading over, might take me longer than usual ;-;

Nat: good luck buckaroo! see you in a minute <3

A minute his ass. It’s gonna be a fucking HOUR before he gets there. The thing about butt plugs is they were kind of meant to be in your ass for longer than just a couple minutes—so there was a bit of comfort in knowing that he’s not actually harming himself. The butt plug was doing its job, stretching him out.

Bucky struggles to put on some clothes, comfortable enough for the hot summer weather. He puts on a band t-shirt, and some flowy baggy pants made of a comfortable fabric. He put on grey boxers too, of course. Next were his white socks and gym shoes, which were downstairs at the door. 

Nat lived maybe 25 minutes away by walking, and 15 by bike. With this butt plug in his ass, Bucky considers actually biking. It’s either look weird on a bike and get there faster, or walk with a limp and get there slower. Yeah…bike it is. 

He takes his phone and wallet—not like there was much in it anyway but who knows if they decided to do some late night summer activities—they’re sixteen in summer after all. He heads outside to where his bike was leaned up against the side of his house, and he’s waddling over to it. When he finally reaches it, he’s relieved. 

Bucky struggles to get on his bike, barely able to sit his ass down on the cushion. Not so much a cushion when there’s a butt plug in his ass—it felt more like a rock. He is so obviously struggling by the time he gets down between his house and his neighbors. Out of paranoia, he’s looking around to see if any of his neighbors are outside. And of fucking course, he sees Steve. 

Steve fucking Rogers. Literally the hottest person Bucky had ever laid eyes on. He was probably thirty years old, a single guy who just moved in a few months ago. Bucky had shamelessly pictured Steve in his fantasies. He’d be watching porn, or just jerking off, and Steve would pop up into his head basically against his will. Can’t help being attracted to him.

Bucky and Steve had interacted a handful of times, especially since summer started since Bucky was often outside, and Steve was usually sitting on his porch when he wasn’t at work.

So yeah, Steve is sitting on his porch. He waves over to Bucky, just greeting him as he goes by. Steve notes that the boy looks a little…off. Like he was in pain? Something like that. So when he yells over to Bucky, the brunette isn’t surprised to hear from him. 

“Hey kid, you okay there?” Steve stands up from his chair and walks down the steps a little bit. Bucky is so fucking embarrassed, but it’s not like Steve notices that. 

“Um—yeah no, I’m good I’m just uh, headed to Natasha’s house,” Bucky sounds nervous.

“You don’t look too good, are you hurt?” Steve is closer to him now, crossing his arms and studying the boy. God, he is so fucking hot. 

“Yeah, nothin’ wrong here, Mr. Rogers!” Bucky puts on a fake smile. 

“You can tell me, I won’t judge—just making sure you’re okay, is all,” Steve keeps pushing. 

“Honestly, it’s embarrassing, which is why I’m having Nat help me with it,” Bucky says, hoping that’ll be the end of it. Steve looks around. 

“We could talk about it inside, if you want? Man to man, I might be able to help you more than your girlfriend,” Steve sounds genuine. And he is, really. But Bucky hates how he calls Nat his girlfriend—like any older guy who refuses to believe that guys and girls can be friends. He also seems to miss the fact that Nat is lesbian and Bucky is gay. Well…Bucky hadn’t really explained the part about him being gay to Steve. 

“She’s not my girlfriend—for the millionth time. She has a girlfriend, remember?”

“That’s right, I’m sorry,” Steve smiles, “come on, let’s talk inside. I’ll serve you some lemonade?” Steve was a kind guy, and a caring neighbor. It was within his nature to care for others, so this wasn’t out of the ordinary. And Bucky knew that by now. 

Reluctantly, “Okay—sure. Thank you, Mr. Rogers.”

“You know, you can just call me Steve, James. No need for the formalities.”

“Right, just like you can call me Bucky—but you keep forgetting that too,” Bucky giggles a little. 

“Ah, that’s right again. I’m sorry,” Steve laughs with him. Bucky lays his bike on Steve’s front lawn and they start heading to his door—which Bucky is taking exceptionally long to do so. Steve is patient, holding the door open for him until he gets inside. 

“Shoes off, please.”

“I know, I remember,” Bucky’s blushing a little. He can’t help it around his hot neighbor. Like seriously so hot—he talks about this guy to Nat all the time. Bucky can’t wait to tell her about this little sidequest on his way to her house. Standing inside of Steve’s house with a butt plug in his ass? Jesus christ…they’ll be laughing for days.

“Alright so, what is it?” Steve and Bucky are standing in the kitchen area, which the living room was directly connected to. Open floor plan with plenty of natural lighting. It was so sunny. 

“Really, I don’t know if I should even say. It’s like…inappropriate,” Bucky can’t even look at Steve. Steve places a glass of lemonade in front of him, and Bucky takes it gladly. 

“Try me, Bucky. I’m a grown-up, you know,” Steve giggles. 

“That’s uh, precisely the problem,” Bucky puts his palm to his face. The concept of admitting to an adult that he had a very sexual crush on, that he has a butt plug in his asshole at this very moment? It was beyond him.

“Sooo what, you got hurt during sex or something? I was sixteen once too, I’m sure I can give you the right advice if you just tell me,” Steve was pretty transparent. No bullshit, why waste time?

“What?! God, no. I um…haven’t had sex yet. But um…,” Bucky is really hesitating. 

“Okay…so it’s sex related?” Steve wasn’t shying away from the topic—in fact, he seemed rather interested. Bucky would let that sink in later.

“Yeah…I suppose.”

“You tried something yourself and got hurt?” Steve keeps guessing. 

“Yeah…like,” Bucky starts laughing—totally embarrassed, “it’s so embarrassing, I don’t even know how to say it.”

“It’s okay, sweetie—like I said, I won’t judge.”

“Okay…um. Do you know what a uh…butt plug is?” Bucky can’t even believe he just said that out loud to Steve. But he asked for it…so. Whatever. 

“Of course I do,” Steve was well-versed in the sex world. But why would Bucky know that? Anyway, Steve is sort of anticipating where this is headed. Given the obvious physical state Bucky is in when he walks and bikes…there’s only one thing Steve can infer from this. And for some reason, he still doesn’t stop Bucky from telling him.

“So um…I basically tried like, using one,” he clears his throat, “And now I can’t get it out. So Nat is going to help me…,” he can’t even look at Steve, just tapping at his glass of lemonade, sucking his teeth to hide his embarrassment. Bucky expects Steve to show him the door.

“Does Nat know a lot about butt plugs?” Bucky is surprised that that’s Steve’s follow-up…instead of something like, well go on then! I’ll leave you to it. 

“What? Umm, probably not?” Bucky’s confused. Nat uses dildos and strap-ons, but what does she know about an asshole and a butt plug? Nothing.

“Is it a good idea for her to help you then? If she doesn’t know the intricacies of a butt plug, I mean,” Steve is completely serious. 

“I don’t know who else I’d ask.”

“Did you try the internet?”

“I searched up everything I could. Someone on Reddit said that they ultimately had their friend help them pull it out…so…that’s what I settled on,” he feels relatively normal talking about it at this point, defending his thought process and everything. Steve also didn’t seem to mind in the slightest, despite the content of their conversation being far too inappropriate. It was sort of weird, how this boundary didn’t seem to exist between them.

“Okay, that’s reasonable…,” Steve clears his throat before asking, “why is it stuck, anyway?” The conversation just steered back to Bucky in particular, and not just generally speaking…which made Bucky get this nervous pit in his stomach—clenching around the device again.

“Probably because I’m a virgin?”

“Hm, that would explain it. You’re probably pretty tight,” Steve kind of looks surprised at what came out of his mouth, and Bucky too. Bucky feels butterflies in his stomach, and it basically goes straight to his dick—which causes him to flex around the butt plug…and that feels good.

“I’m sorry—I didn’t mean anything weird by that,” Steve is quick to backtrack.

“No, it’s okay…you’re right,” Bucky doubles down on it, “I am tight…,” he is tight. And Steve said it first. He sees Steve clear his throat again—clearly, he’s a little nervous. 

“Alright, well. I suppose you should be going, I don’t want you feeling uncomfortable with that uh, in you for too long,” Steve begins to walk to the door. Bucky sips his lemonade again and then follows him, taking a little longer than he had to. He was stalling.

“Yeah…good idea,” Bucky sounds breathless when he makes the walk. 

“You gonna be able to make it?” Steve asks before he opens his front door. They’re both just standing there, a tense breath of space between them while Bucky glares up at Steve—intentionally making his eyes so big and glossy. He had this look on his face—pouting, almost. Steve gulps subtly. 

“Mhmm, yeah…I can make it,” he doesn’t stop looking at Steve once while he says that. Bucky can see when Steve swallows hard, going down his accentuated adam's apple—to which Bucky actually trails Steve’s throat with his eyes, watching his saliva travel. 

“Yeah, okay,” Steve starts twisting the door knob—watching Bucky, and Bucky takes a step closer toward the door before he shouts in pain. 

“Fuck—wait,” he pants. And he’s not lying…it actually hurts. Something must have moved—maybe it was coming out a little? Maybe his entrance was tight around a bigger part of it now? He wasn’t sure, but it actually freaked him out for a second. It’s not like he’s done this before.

“Are you okay?” Steve lets go of the knob, turning his body toward Bucky—his eyes never left the boy, though. 

“I…I don’t know, maybe I should just go home and try it again myself…it’s hurting,” Bucky leaned over a little bit, holding the wall. 

“Bucky…,” Steve puts his hand on his shoulder, “Maybe…uh,” against all odds he mutters, “Maybe I could help?” Steve can’t even believe he just said that, either. But he did. Oh well. 

“You would do that?” Bucky sounds relieved—albeit being the craziest thing he’s ever fucking heard in his life up to this moment. He understands the implications of it—how Steve is a grown man, and Bucky is a kid to him. A child, a teenager—some punk gay boy who doesn’t even know how to unwrap a condom. And to think that his hot neighbor Steve might actually see him nude? What the fuck was even going on. With actual alarms going off in Bucky’s head, he looks up at Steve.

“Only if you’re comfortable with it,” Steve’s voice sounds so smooth and steady, as if this was a completely normal offer to make. Just looking out for his neighbor, right?

“Yeah…I—I need this out of me, really,” Bucky said kind of desperately. 

“Okay, honey. Let’s maybe do it in my living room,” Bucky nods—forget the fact that Steve calls him those names. Sweetie, honey—it was a regular term of endearment Steve used on this boy, and Bucky melted every time. Maybe that was controversial, whatever—but it made him feel good regardless. His Romanian parents never called him names like that—in fact, they were kind of cold toward him. So the mushy words coming out of Steve’s mouth? Fuck. 

The two of them make their way to the living space, where Bucky sees a nice big couch with one of those end pieces that’s long enough for someone to lay vertically. Basically a mini-bed. How convenient. 

“H-how should we um, do this…?” Bucky is extremely nervous all of a sudden. Like it just hit him that a grown man was going to pull a butt plug out of his ass. 

“I’m thinking about that right now,” Steve says with his hands on his hips. 

“What do you even know about butt plugs anyway?” Bucky finally asks. 

“I’ve been known to play with them from time to time, not that it’s any of your business,” Steve shrugs with a bit of a stifled laugh. 

“Like…on yourself?” Bucky begins to wonder what Steve’s sexuality was all of a sudden, like he just now considered that he might not be straight. 

“No, on my partners,” oh. Fine, whatever. 

“You know, boys aren’t the same as girls,” Bucky crosses his arms. Boys. Not men, boys—because that’s the kind of age range Bucky was in, where he calls men and women ‘boys and girls’. Steve takes a deep breath.

“I know, Bucky. My partners have been a mix of both,” oh. Fuck, okay. 

“Wait, what?” He’s pleasantly surprised. 

“Is that hard to believe?” Steve grins. 

“No—sorry, I just…didn’t expect it, I guess?” Bucky is embarrassed that he reacted like that in front of Steve. It’s not everyday Bucky meets another gay guy. Or, half gay? Whatever. 

“It’s alright, sweetie. I’m not offended,” Steve clears his throat, “I think the best way to do this is to have you lay down on your back right here,” he points at the bigger part of the couch. 

“Okay, yeah,” Bucky begins to lay down, to which Steve starts giggling, “what’s funny?”

“You might want to take off your pants first, Bucky.”

“Fuck, right—sorry.”

“Please, don’t apologize,” Steve starts looking around at his windows. Not that visible and the blinds were kind of drawn, but he was paranoid regardless. A sixteen year old boy was about to take off his pants in his living room. And he was apologizing for not having pulled off his pants—like…come on. Steve actually felt a little guilty at that moment. And surely, he was. Guilty as sin.

He walks into the kitchen to wash his hands, and he does a really good job given how intimate of an area his hands are about to be. When he walks back out, Bucky speaks to him. 

“I haven’t um, been like…‘nude’ in front of anybody before…,” great, just another reminder about how young this boy is. 

“It’s okay, we’re both guys—nothing I haven’t seen before, right?” 

“Right, yeah…,” Bucky undoes his drawstrings. His pants fall down his legs, light as they are. He steps out of them and sets them on the coffee table. Steve feels like a pervert just watching him, and he’s fidgeting with his glasses. Cleaning them or whatever, trying to look busy. 

“So, Bucky—why the butt plug?” Steve asks to break the silence. 

“What do you mean?”

“Like—why were you drawn to something like that? Instead of a uh, fleshlight, or something?” Steve’s not sure what kind of sex toys kids these days like anyway, so the question was out of morbid curiosity as well…not just his twisted desire to know more about the brunette.

“Um—I’m like, gay, or whatever. Nobody at school is like me, as far as I know—so I can’t really explore with anyone,” he laughs before adding, “Guess you could say I’m desperate,” he shrugs. Steve resonates with Bucky for a moment. He was once that lone gay-boy too, and he didn’t look the way he does now, so life was a lot harder for him. Sure, Steve fucks men and women—but it’s no secret to him that he prefers men anyday—and romantically? That was a whole other thing.

Bucky starts to pull down his boxers, “This is so embarrassing, Steve.”

“I’m sure there’s some other kids that are like you, you just haven’t met them yet. And don’t be embarrassed, really,” Steve is watching intently. Bucky has his back turned to him, so he doesn’t know how strong of a gaze the older man is holding. 

Steve can see Bucky’s ass, and the light reflecting off the end of the butt plug—which is so tucked up there. His ass looks squishy.

“Yeah, maybe…,” Bucky steps out of his boxers and picks them up to cover his dick before he turns around, “sorry, I just…feel weird like this.”

“Stop apologizing, kid,” Steve walks over to him—and it’s natural, calling Bucky ‘kid’, which Steve tries to forget he just said, “Lay down, you can keep your boxers over your uh, you know.”

“Okay,” and he does. Bucky lays down, struggling all the while. His back is flat and his legs are hanging off the end of the couch. His boxers remain over his dick, embarrassed because he’s a little hard already. 

“Alright,” Steve clears his throat and kneels down at the end of the couch, “I’m gonna have to lift your legs back, basically to your chest. Is that okay?” 

Bucky has never been more okay with anything in his life, while simultaneously being the most nervous he’s ever been. That’s like…so fucking hot to him. Steve folding him up just so he can get at his asshole? Fuck. 

“Yeah…that’s good,” he sounds nervous.

“Okay, sweetie. If you’re uncomfortable, or it starts hurting, just tell me to stop and I will—okay?” Steve waits until Bucky nods at him, eye contact and all. 

“M’kay…Mr. Rogers…,” he sounds breathless again, anticipating what’s to come. Steve felt ashamed when that ‘Mr. Rogers’ went straight to his dick. It’s just the way he said it, really. 

“Okay…I’m doing it now,” Steve says when he slides his big hands underneath the brunette’s knees, pushing his legs back until his asshole is exposed. Fuck. Steve feels himself get harder, looking at Bucky like this. This sweet, untouched boy just presented in front of him with a fucking butt plug in his asshole, ready to go. 

“This feels so weird,” Bucky giggles nervously. Steve joins him, both nervously giggling. 

“Yeah uh, definitely feels weird for me too,” Steve adds, “You think you can hold your legs back? Just grab them behind the knees?”

“Sure but um, then I can’t really hold my boxers over my dick,” Bucky felt shy, talking to Steve through the gap between his legs while Steve had them pushed back near his chest. 

“That’s okay, I won’t touch you there,” Steve hopes that’ll add some comfort. 

“Yeah—it’s just…,” Bucky moves the boxers a little, “I’m like…kind of hard?” He giggles nervously again, removing the boxers completely—revealing himself to Steve. And again, it goes straight to Steve’s dick. How sexy this boy looked, folded up like this with his half-hard cock. He’s kind of big too, looking like he might be close to seven inches fully erect. 

“It’s okay, Bucky—it’s all natural, okay?” Steve basically says that to reassure himself when he feels his pants have gotten tighter. 

“M’kay…yeah,” Bucky sets the boxers aside entirely, and places his hands at the backs of his knees just like Steve instructed him to. 

“You feel okay?” Steve makes sure before he starts at the butt plug. 

“Yeah, I think so,” Bucky rests his head back only to realize his neck kind of hurts, “Wait—my neck. It hurts when I lay flat.”

“Let me grab you a pillow,” Steve stands up and takes one from the head of the couch, sliding it beneath Bucky’s head, “Good?”

“Yeah, thank you…,” Bucky smiles at him. He cannot believe this is happening. 

“Of course,” Steve kneels back down at the end of the couch, “I’m going to start now, okay?”

“Okay.”

And with that, Steve hones in on Bucky’s asshole. His skin was beautiful, bare and olive-toned. The butt plug had a silver end, and was snug right up against his anus—as far as it could go, really. 

Steve thinks about how with his partners, he would have to warm them up whether it was through kisses, licking, jerking them off…but this is a sixteen year old boy. It’s not like he can do some casual foreplay with him. So he has to do this without any of that. 

He finally puts his hand on the end of the butt plug, twisting it. Bucky releases a soft moan at the stimulation, and fuck again…it goes to Steve’s dick. He can’t be thinking about that right now. 

Bucky feels so vulnerable, and he can’t even believe that Steve was actually doing this right now. It was literally a wet dream come true, except he had no prior knowledge of how any of this would feel or play out. And now it’s just happening.

“Does that hurt?” Steve beckons from between Bucky’s legs. 

“No…actually, it kind of feels good,” Bucky knows he’s being a tease, and he knows how complicated that was given their age difference. 

“Hah,” Steve gives a dry laugh, “careful now.”

“I’m sorry…Mr. Rogers,” Bucky says breathlessly. Steve is still glaring up at him, and their eyes don’t break contact. His hand is still twisting the knob of the plug, and they’re quiet for a moment. 

“You know,” Steve clears his throat, “it might be easier if you uh, touch yourself, Bucky.”

“What do you mean?” He can’t really be telling him to—

“Jerk off, I’m serious—when your body is aroused, your asshole might open itself up a little, and I could pull it out,” Steve makes a compelling argument. 

“Are you sure?” Bucky hesitates as he removes his left hand from his left leg, still keeping it back. 

“I’m sure, you have my permission,” Steve kind of let that one slip too. It just reinforces their dynamic here…how Steve was basically giving the boy orders, allowing him to touch himself. Bucky folds though. 

“Mmn, m’kay…,” he puts his left hand around his cock, which Steve can see clear as day in front of him. Steve moves his right hand up to Bucky’s left leg to help keep it pushed back, now that Bucky’s left hand is busy.

He starts jerking off, slowly at first. Toying with his cock, playing with it. Slow strokes from the base—he’s a horny teenage boy, he does this everyday. Bucky’s breath starts getting choppy when his strokes increase, and Steve is just watching him do it, unknowingly circling his thumb on the boy's leg—caressing him. 

“Good, like that,” Steve says with a sultry tone, accidentally…of course. 

“Mmnngh…,” Bucky lets a moan slip. Steve tries to ignore it, and starts to twist at the butt plug again. He’s pulling at it now, especially seeing the precum dripping from Bucky’s cock and how horny he was getting. Bucky even threw his head back into the pillow. 

Steve can feel Bucky’s legs start to squirm a little, which has him instinctively grip harder around the leg in his hands. Whoops. Bucky likes this, though…he actually feels himself get more turned on. Moaning louder with every tug at his cock, and Steve just has to be quiet. 

He pulls at the butt plug again, finally seeing it come out of the boy—but the stretch of his asshole is just unbelievable. How big was this thing? Fuck. Steve can’t even believe it. This must’ve been in him for a good hour at this point, stretching the boy out like this. 

Bucky’s moaning louder now, it sounds almost like a whimper. The butt plug finally releases from his asshole, to which Bucky squirms a lot and nearly shouts at how devastating the feeling of losing such pressure in his asshole is. Steve is in awe. 

Bucky doesn’t stop jerking off, though. And Steve doesn’t tell him to either. Instead, Steve sets the butt plug on the floor, not looking away from Bucky’s cock in hand. With that, Steve places his other hand on the underside of Bucky’s right leg, allowing him to let go now that Steve was holding back both his legs. 

Steve sort of leans over the boy. Not on him, just…above him. He’s watching Bucky, switching between his cock and his eyes, spreading his legs further apart. 

“Keep going, honey…just like that,” Steve begins encouraging him, and it’s electrifying for Bucky. He feels his legs tense and his hand move faster, squeezing hard on his own cock while he nearly orgasms. He’s completely honed in on Steve above him, his piercing blue eyes. Like a sky. 

“Oh my god,” Bucky’s voice breaks, and he keeps stroking himself. 

“Go ahead, sweetie…let it out,” Steve’s voice is like a guiding light, and Bucky is headed straight for it. Without fail, Bucky starts cumming right onto his tummy. Good thing he was wearing that shirt. 

Steve watches the boy shoot out cum from his cock…and it’s mesmerizing. The way Bucky twitches, his jaw falling open just enough to let out those shaking moans—and the tremble in his legs—the tensing at his shoulders. 

He continues to convulse while the last bit of cum drips out from him. Bucky feels like he’s about to get hit with a wave of post-nut clarity…but it doesn’t come. He’s still so fucking horny. He’d never been in a situation like this before, so it made sense that he was so eager for more. 

“Oh…my god,” Bucky says breathlessly, letting go of his cock. He puts his hands to his face, “I’m—I’m so sorry…”

“For what? You did so good, Bucky…,” Steve pulls back on how far he was spreading Bucky’s legs, and leans over to grab the butt plug to hold it up, “See?”

“Wow…yeah—I um…thank you,” Bucky is curious why Steve hasn’t actually let go of his legs entirely. He was still bent up, asshole on display. Steve sets the butt plug down again and looks back to start examining Bucky. 

“Take off your shirt, I can give you a different one. Can’t go home wearing that, can you?” Steve explains. 

“Yeah…right, okay,” Bucky shimmies until he’s able to pull his shirt over his head, setting it to the side. They’re both just glaring at each other now. Everything is tense. 

“Are you sore?” Steve kneels down onto his knees again…and Bucky doesn’t understand why. 

“I…don’t think so?” He sits his head up a little further, using his elbows to prop himself up while he talks to Steve between his legs—cock and cum between them. 

“That’s good…,” Steve’s eyes trail down the boy’s body, until Bucky can see he’s looking at his asshole, “You mind if I give you a kiss? For how good you did?” Bucky is stunned. 

“A kiss?” He’s not even sure what to say. 

“Yeah, Bucky…like this,” Steve leans in and plants a kiss on the underside of one of Bucky’s legs. He jolts at the stimulation. 

“O-oh…okay…,” he’s breathing hard. 

“How about another?” Steve goes in to kiss his other leg, this time the kiss was a little longer, “Does that feel good?”

“Y-yeah…,” he’s stuttering. The warmth of Steve’s lips on his sensitive skin is something he wasn’t prepared for. How could he prepare for this?

“Can I give you another?” Steve barely pulled his head back from Bucky’s leg, so the hot of his breath hit his skin directly, and it was intoxicating. 

“Okay…,” Bucky agrees. Steve kisses him again, this time a little lower, and partly on his inner thigh. Bucky jolts at this again. Steve lifts his lips and switches to the other leg, doing the same thing. He keeps going, soft and slow kisses snaking patterns down each leg, until he comes excruciatingly close to Bucky’s asshole. 

“You did sooo good, sweetie, I just want to congratulate you…is all,” Steve explains with his mouth hovering Bucky’s asshole. Bucky can feel the heat of his breath right there. He’s starstruck. 

“S-should we be doing this?” The brunette is breathless, a strong concern in his voice. 

“Shh shh honey, just one kiss, okay?” Steve is looking at him between his legs. Bucky gulps hard and nods at Steve. How could he pass this opportunity up? Steve fucking Rogers kissing his asshole? Lord have mercy, Natasha will never believe him. 

“Okay…yeah, just one kiss,” Bucky swallows and his mouth feels dry from how hard he’s been breathing. 

“Good boy,” Steve grins before closing his lips onto Bucky’s asshole. The boy jerks at the sensation, no matter how softly Steve kisses him. His asshole was stretched out from the butt plug, so there was more exposed tissue pulsing out around his entrance. 

Steve takes his time with this kiss, closing his lips around his asshole—leaving room for the wetness of his mouth to seep out onto the area…as if he were making out with the asshole. Bucky moans softly. Steve finally closes the kiss, and it makes a smacking sound when his lips pursed together, pulling away from the asshole…but only a little bit before he goes to kiss him again, the same way. 

Bucky doesn’t say anything—he’s too stunned at the feeling. Steve was kissing his asshole—and it wasn’t just some normal kiss. He was getting him wet down there. Steve keeps doing this, pulling away and kissing him again. Amidst the long, slow kisses, he finally introduces his tongue…letting it slip out almost in replacement of his bottom lip, really getting a taste for the area. Bucky is in disbelief. Steve was essentially eating him out. So much for one kiss.

“M-maybe we should stop…,” Bucky says breathlessly. This was illegal…wasn’t it?

“Mmh,” Steve mutters against his asshole before lifting his lips slightly to say, “You want me to?” And then continues to make out with his asshole, slowly but surely. His tongue starts to play a more prominent role, essentially licking Bucky’s asshole now. The boy doesn’t fight it, but he’s squirming at the sensation. It just feels so fucking good—Steve’s grip is strong on his legs to keep him there.

“I…,” Bucky hesitates. 

“You—mmgh, you want me to stop?” Steve didn’t stop making out with his asshole, but he paused again to say, “Then tell me to stop.”

“I…,” he tries again, but he can’t. He doesn’t have it in him to say ‘stop’—it feels so fucking good. He finally relaxes a little—accepting the situation, letting himself lean back into the pillow by getting off his elbows. Bucky starts moving his hips subtly, grinding against Steve’s merciless tongue.

“Mmmhmhmm,” Steve is giggling, albeit muffled, against Bucky’s asshole. He doesn’t stop moving his jaw, licking the boy like it was the only thing he was ever meant to do. Bucky was coming undone, the heat of Steve’s tongue across his asshole—his very sensitive asshole. Fuck. 

Bucky tastes amazing—probably the best asshole Steve had ever had the luxury of licking. He knows that Bucky must’ve cleaned himself real well before he started toying with the butt plug, so Steve wasn’t holding back with how far his tongue was slipping, trying to crawl into the boy’s asshole. The flat of it kept slipping over the entrance, such a major nerve ending for pleasure—basically a branch off of the g-spot.

Steve doesn’t even want to consider the fact that he’s eating out a sixteen year old virgin…but at the same time, it’s kind of turning him on. Like…this really is the first time that Bucky was experiencing this, coming undone by the grace of Steve’s tongue. And it’s without a doubt, the sexiest thing ever when Bucky is softly moaning, trying to cover his mouth like he’s embarrassed to let loose like that. 

Steve starts to talk to Bucky between the sloppy licks from eating him out. 

“You know why people use butt plugs, Bucky?” The way Steve sounds is sexy, he’s breathless too. And using his name…fuck. Bucky got chills. 

“W-why…Mr. Rogers?” He keeps grinding subtly with Steve’s tongue, humoring him, wondering where this would go. 

“Mmn, because—honey,” he pauses to keep licking at him, taking his time with each kiss, “it stretches you out—gets you ready for…,” he gives him a long lick that falls into a kiss before finishing, “a cock.”

“I—I see…,” Bucky can barely keep his eyes open…especially with the way Steve is talking to him. 

“You ever have a cock up your ass, Bucky?” And back to licking he goes—knowing the boy was a virgin.

“N-no…I haven’t,” he’s shy, trying to close his knees from the stimulation, and Steve is keeping him spread apart. 

“It’s crazy…really, how easy butt plugs make it—,” he licks at him more, “to get in here.”

“H-how…easy?” Bucky is panting really hard now, the horniest he’s ever been. 

“You know what?” Steve kisses him around his asshole for a few moments before lifting his head, “I just might have to show you.”

“W-what…?” Bucky opens his eyes to see Steve has stood up, reaching to place his hands underneath Bucky’s armpits. He’s able to push Bucky further up on the couch like this, the pillow still beneath his head. 

“I said, I’m just gonna have to show you,” Steve starts to undo his belt, crawling onto the couch between Bucky’s spread legs. 

“You don’t mean…,” Bucky starts to panic a little. Did Steve actually mean he was going to fuck him?

“Just the tip…,” Steve removes his belt and begins to pull his hard cock from his pants, “So you can see how effective a butt plug is, yeah? It’s just to…educate you.”

“I…,” again, a loss for words. Steve reaches to the pillow behind Bucky’s head, where he pulls out a bottle of lube. Bucky realizes Steve must be some kind of sexual deviant to be strapped like this, on his couch of all places. 

Bucky watches while the blond opens the cap to pour some onto his hand, and his eyes follow when his hand goes straight to his cock, where he begins stroking it to spread the lube around—not just the tip. The whole thing. Steve had a big fucking cock. It had to be maybe…nine inches? And the girth…oh god. 

“You’re so big?!” Bucky sounds panicked again. 

“I am,” Steve runs his lubed finger over Bucky’s entrance, to which Bucky jolts, “It’ll just be the tip…you can take it, sweetie.”

“I—I’m not sure I can…,” Bucky still can’t believe this is real. Steve mounts the boy in missionary, draping his body over him. It was sexy to Steve that Bucky was completely unclothed, and he was still wearing his clothes. 

“I’ll show you,” Steve starts pushing his tip into Bucky. He wasn’t wearing a condom…which was a scandalous call. Bucky was a virgin, though. And Steve knows he himself is clean. So…fuck it. He’ll feel this boy raw. 

“Oh—my—god!” Bucky exclaims at the pressure finding its way into his body. Steve is slow, watching his tip get swallowed by the virgin asshole.

“Good…that’s good, yeah…,” Steve is muttering to himself basically, looking down at his cock. When the tip had gone completely inside, Steve looked back up at Bucky—who has an ‘o’ face and squinted eyes.

“Is…it…?” Bucky is trying to ask a question, to which Steve bites his lower lip at—how overstimulated the boy is.

“Yeah, honey…the tip is in—you see how easy that was?” Bucky’s arms are holding Steve’ biceps, which are planted on either side of his shoulders to hold himself above the brunette.

“Yeah…,” he’s breathless.

“Does it hurt?” Steve is just keeping himself suspended above Bucky with his cock just barely inside of him.

“I…don’t know,” Bucky is opening his eyes a little wider now, glaring up at his neighbor.

“You know…I should probably make sure you’re not hurt or anything…from the butt plug,” Steve squints like he’s really contemplating what could’ve happened to Bucky with the butt plug in there for so long.

“How…?”

“Like uh…,” Steve begins to push his hips further down into Bucky, and the boy sharply inhales at the sudden motion, “like this…”

“Whoa—wait,” Bucky makes a whimpering sound when Steve continues to drop his hips. Reluctantly, Steve does stop amidst the slow penetration.

“What is it, sweetie? That hurt?”

“No…I just…I’m nervous,” Bucky was digging his nails into Steve’s biceps without realizing it, but Steve didn’t seem to mind.

“It’s okay, honey…you’re doing so good,” Steve lowers his hips more, and Bucky just breathes hard this time—not asking him to stop. When Steve finally buries his entire self inside of Bucky, which took more than a minute of slowly sinking into the boy, he relaxes his stance by switching from his hands to his forearms, resting them around Bucky’s head. 

Their chests were touching now, and Steve still had his shirt on. Bucky felt insane like this. The pressure of Steve’s cock inside of him was unlike anything he’d ever imagined before. He thinks about how without the grace of a butt plug, he’d basically be getting torn apart right now. But that butt plug stretched him out, relaxed his muscles around the girth of something big, got him used to this feeling. This feeling—the one he’s experiencing right now, with his neighbor’s big cock in his ass.

“S…Steve, I…,” Bucky is basically short-circuiting with how close Steve got to his face all of a sudden, like he was literally right there.

“Does that feel okay?” Steve starts to subtly circle his hips around, keeping his body closed against Bucky’s.

“God…it feels…,” Bucky swallows hard, “So…good…”

“Yeah, honey? You’re not sore or anything?” Steve is still playing this game—like it wasn’t just an excuse.

“No…not sore,” his breaths are short.

“Good, that’s…,” Steve lifts his hips just a little—and Bucky inhales sharply before Steve brings himself back down again, “Good…,” he whispers with a sinful look in his eyes.

“Oh…my god, Mr. Rogers…,” Bucky whimpered a little when Steve’s hips collided with the underside of his legs.

“What is it, kid…?” Steve does it again, lifting his hips and bringing them down again. It wasn’t harsh at all—it was slow, calculated…delicate. The boy moans again.

“That…feels…,” Bucky can’t think.

“Yeah, honey?” His hips keep moving, up…and down.

“G—good…,” Bucky’s eyes go cross at this point, now that Steve was starting to penetrate him faster and longer…longer strokes.

“Mmmn,” the blond keeps his eyes trained on Bucky’s, “You’re still so tight…even with that butt plug in you for so long,” Steve’s voice sounds slightly raspy, like he was trying to disguise how good it felt for him.

“Is…is that okay?” Bucky looks up at him with beady eyes, mouth still agape breathing heavily.

“Yes, Bucky…,” Steve leans in to kiss the boy's forehead, “It’s perfect…”

“Steve?” Bucky feels tears forming in his eyes—it feels so good, and it’s overstimulating. Steve was still going slow, kissing at various spots on the boy’s face—his forehead, cheeks, even the tip of his nose.

“Yeah, sweetie?” He whispers into his ear, kissing around his lobe and neck. Bucky’s breath was so shaky, holding on tighter to the neighbor.

“Y-you can’t…tell my parents…about this…,” Bucky figures it's obvious…but he was still paranoid about getting in trouble. His parents were strict, they didn’t even know he was gay. What if Steve told them about the butt plug? Really, he was concerned.

“Relax…Bucky—this is between us, okay?” Steve meets his eyes again before whispering, “It’s our secret,” and then he lowers his head, kissing the boy’s lips. This is when Bucky comes completely undone. He’d only ever kissed one person before…his friend Clint, and it was on a dare. It was a stupid kiss, really. So when Steve’s warm lips met his own, he eagerly kissed back. He used to dream about times like this. Literally. About Steve.

Steve is surprised at how eager Bucky was—compared to his timid actions prior. He doesn’t mind it, how the two of them were licking into each other’s mouths now. It was beyond Steve how quickly this became romantic. His hips were moving in a fluid motion, still delicate while the two of them were making out.

“Oh…my god!” Bucky whines between their kisses. Steve feels himself getting too hot, and he breaks apart their closeness for just a moment, lifting his upper body to swiftly remove his shirt in one motion. Oh my god runs through Bucky’s head again. It’s like, the only thing he can come up with at this point.

Steve was built like a fucking god. As if Bucky couldn’t see his pecs and abs through the imprints of his shirt—he absolutely did, but seeing him bare chest, shaved and clean, pink nipples. Jesus christ, Bucky was moaning at that alone.

Steve wraps his body back over Bucky’s, cradling his head while his hips relentlessly keep rolling into Bucky. The sounds of his cock coming to and from the depths of Bucky’s asshole was starting to get louder, both of them noting the sounds of the lube spreading around the area.

“Fuck…Bucky,” Steve pants, kissing at his lips again, “You feel so good…”

“It’s…so deep in me…Steve,” Bucky pants. They keep kissing each other. Steve’s never felt so connected to somebody before—literally and figuratively. It was weird…given how much he has sex, how many times he’s been in this position, and yet, nothing was as sexy as the breath coming from Bucky’s lungs back into his own. 

It was similar for Bucky—except he’d never been with anyone like this ever before. He’d never felt this protected before, the way Steve was holding him, his larger body just completely draped over him—and his warm kisses, the kindness of his touch—and his big dick just buried entirely in his asshole.

“You glad you came to me instead of your friend, Bucky?” Steve is fucking him harder now, he finally broke him in enough. So, naturally—his talk got a little…dirty.

“Yes—Steve…thank you…”

“Yeah? You like it when older guys touch you, Bucky?” Okay…that was crazy…Bucky thinks it’s so hot, though—the way Steve is egging this on, the direction he’s taking it.

“N-no…Steve…just you,” Bucky is locked in on Steve’s eyes, knowing that he’s being a tease in the way he answered that one. Steve gives a bit of a laugh—and it’s sexy, under his breath.

“You like when I touch you?” He keeps fucking into him, and it’s so fast now…deep and fast. Bucky is moaning louder at every thrust.

“I do…,” Bucky can’t take his eyes off of Steve.

“My cock feel good inside your asshole, Bucky?” God…fuck. He keeps saying his name.

“S’good…oh god,” Bucky sounds cock drunk. Completely lost in the stimulation. Steve starts kissing his neck now, sucking at him before he realizes he probably shouldn’t send him home with a hickey.

“Honey…,” Steve husks, “I want you to turn over,” Bucky is delirious, swallowing hard.

“O-okay…,” he mindlessly followed the request, and Steve slowed down, carefully pulling himself out of Bucky’s asshole. When he’s out, he’s glaring down at how slick his cock is, covered in juices from the boy. Bucky is shaking trying to turn over, his hands are weak and his knees—even weaker.

“Good, just like that,” Steve is jerking off his cock, watching Bucky get on his knees. He was about to fuck him doggystyle. He kept the lube active and warm by using his hand over his cock, until Bucky was finally laying face down and ass up.

“It’s good?” Bucky asks breathlessly. Steve is staring at his gaping asshole—it was a small gape, but it was still there. The loss of his cock, his stretched out body. Fuck…Steve slid off the end of the couch and took off his pants completely. He crawls back on and grabs Bucky’s hips, pulling him back toward his cock.

“It’s perfect, honey…,” Steve lets his cock sit between Bucky’s ass cheeks, sliding over his entrance slowly, “You feel that?”

“Yeah—I…,” Bucky whimpers, “P-put it in,” he moans desperately. Steve bites his lip, staring down at the boy who had his head turned to the left, eyes closed and delusional. Steve puts his hand on the small of Bucky’s back and pushes him down a little more, which exposes his asshole to Steve just a little more.

With that, Steve starts sliding his cock back into the boy. The way it just disappears, swallowed back up like that’s the only thing his asshole was ever meant to do—take Steve’s cock. Steve’s mouth drops lower with each inch spilling inside the boy. It was unique to actually see it happen like this, on display.

“You like that, Bucky?” Steve teases. Bucky is beside himself, moaning loudly—completely unashamed at how this was making him feel. 

“Y-yes!” He has tears coming from his eyes, which are blinking rapidly. Steve can see him struggle from the side of his face. Without wasting another second, Steve starts fucking into Bucky. His hips rock back and forth, to which Bucky joins him—and Steve’s hands are placed on the sides of his ass, gripping him to help guide their strides with each other.

It’s the hottest thing ever, Steve feels himself actually having to hold back from cumming inside the boy already. He wants this to last longer than that. He likes watching how Bucky lost himself in the sensation of it all. 

“God…fuck,” Steve whispers under his breath. He’s shocked to hear what Bucky ends up shouting next.

“Faster!” Jesus christ. The boy was already begging for him to go faster? Steve didn’t waste time—anything for Bucky. He lifts his left leg up to position himself better for the fucking he’s about to give to Bucky. It helps him stabilize himself, pulling Bucky’s ass further into him, and his hips start moving faster.

In…out…in…out—it’s constant, not a falter in his stride at all. Bucky is nearly screaming with every thrust slamming into him, which is music to Steve’s ears. He’s just in awe, biting his lower lip to keep himself from drooling onto Bucky’s back. 

“Jesus…Bucky—you’re taking it so well,” Steve beckons from behind him. Bucky is lost in the stimulation—completely surrendering to the pressure of Steve’s big cock. He can’t even respond to Steve, he’s just drooling all over the couch cushion and letting the man take him. 

They go on like this for several minutes, relentless railing from behind—moving slightly up the couch as the thrusts went on. It was sex. Just, full blown sex. There was no sugarcoating it. Steve was having sex with his sixteen year old neighbor, and Bucky was letting this thirty year old fuck him. Their moans complimented each other, heavy breaths were shared.

Bucky felt like he was cumming with how the repeated pressure of Steve’s cock felt against that spot in his asshole—he started stumbling forward, off his knees. His body needed to relax against the couch, which was so comfortable beneath him. Steve follows suit, falling with Bucky and fucking him into the cushion. They were laying flat, now—and Steve could get at his head like this.

It was the back of Bucky’s head, his messy brunette hair. Steve starts kissing at the nape of his neck, still fucking him hard and fast. His heavy cock was just drilling him relentlessly. Bucky is moaning endlessly—it literally doesn’t stop, he’s in a constant state of pleasure. He slurs out an ‘oh my god’ or a ‘fuck’ here and there, but that’s the extent of his vocabulary.

Steve finds himself holding back, trying not to say some of the things that are circling in his mind. He was breaking the law—no doubt about it. Saying some of this stuff out loud would just remind him how illegal his actions were.

“Good boy…,” Steve lets that one slip on purpose, kissing the nape of Bucky’s neck and sliding his lips over his ear to talk to him. He was being a good boy, taking Steve’s cock like that. A virgin asshole, somehow swallowing a nine inch cock—it was sheer willpower. 

The cracks in Bucky’s maturing voice in his moans was so fucking hot to Steve—and he almost hated that he liked it. It was something he never considered before, not until right now as it’s actually happening. He was learning a lot about himself today, and Bucky was the source. The root of grace and pleasure, in all ways Steve never knew existed.

They’d been having sex for so long now, Bucky completely forgot about the plan to meet Natasha and have her help him. It was just him and Steve now—his neighbor. His hot, sexy fucking neighbor. Railing him into oblivion. He was still having trouble wrapping his mind around it, even though it was so blatantly happening.

Amidst the moans and hard breaths, Steve gripped onto Bucky’s hair with one hand—tight, like he was tensing up. The other hand remained at his side, keeping himself from laying his entire weight on the boy. It sounded like Steve was about to cum. Bucky shouts to fuel it.

“Fuck me!” He cries out, begging Steve to keep railing him. And Steve does—he does because this boy is begging him to, crying out like it’s something only Steve can satisfy. 

“Fuck—Bucky! Take it—oh god, TAKE ME!” Steve has completely lost himself, his thrusts have somehow gotten deeper and harder, to which Bucky is shaking at the impact every time Steve comes back down. He was cumming—undeniably so. It was so much cum, hot and pumping from him like there was an overflow of it in his body.

Bucky can feel it, how hot it is—and it’s the first time he processes that Steve isn’t wearing a condom—which feels so dirty to him. The cum is just pouring through his asshole, trickling down his canal, finding places in him he didn’t even know existed. Cum was resting in the crevices of his asshole, and Steve’s cock was moving ever so slightly, pulling back to remove himself from the boy.

“Oh…god,” Bucky groans when Steve pulls out of him, squeezing his cock from base to tip to get rid of any more cum. It’s messy, seeing the cum begin to drip from Bucky’s asshole.

“Holy hell,” Steve responds. He doesn’t seem to care about the cum getting on his couch—why get upset right now? Right after he just had the best sex of his life…with a virgin. A teenaged one, at that. Steve climbs off of Bucky, who begins to turn around to face Steve.

“Steve…I…I don’t even know what to say,” he’s still breathless.

“Our secret, remember?” Steve reiterates. Now that they’d stopped having sex, Steve was admittedly a little nervous to see how Bucky was going to respond, “You don’t have to say anything.”

“Thank you…,” Bucky clears his throat, “for removing the uh…butt plug, and everything.”

“Of course, Bucky. That’s all I did, okay? I helped you…,” Steve starts to clean up a little, putting his pants on and his shirt soon after. Bucky is still laying there, reveling in what he just experienced, “You gonna be okay, sweetie?”

“Yeah…yeah, just…,” Bucky rubs his eyes and sits up, “Not everyday I get fucked like that,” he laughs. Steve laughs a little too—like them having sex was actually the elephant in the room and Bucky saying ‘fucked’ was just cutting through the air.

“Did you like it?” Steve pauses to look at Bucky.

“Yeah I…I did,” Bucky bites his bottom lip, “Might be sore after all.”

“I’d be surprised if you weren’t,” Steve reaches his hand out to help Bucky up. He has him stand up straight, nodding at his clothes on the floor, “Get dressed, honey—I’ll go grab you a new shirt…you can leave the other one, I’ll take care of it.”

“Okay, thank you…Mr. Rogers,” Bucky keeps his eyes trained up to Steve, who subtly bites his lip at the way Bucky says that again. Steve lets go of the boy and begins to make his way to his bedroom, which is upstairs. Bucky takes a deep breath, examining the couch, his hands, his clothes…the mess that they just made. He actually can’t believe it—how weak his legs feel, the tingling sensation running through them all the way to his stomach.

He starts to put on his boxers, the uncomfortable feeling of cum spilling out of him and joining the fabric of his underwear. He puts his pants on next, quickly pulling his phone out now that he remembered that Natasha was expecting him. It had been over an hour since he told her he was on his way, and he had a string of text messages from her asking where he was—why his location hadn’t changed, if he was okay, etc…and he just started laughing.

Buck: Nat…u will not believe what fucking happened

Nat: OMG. WHERE HAVE U BEEN?!

Buck: i’m coming over…i have to tell u in person

He puts his phone down. Steve comes back into the room holding a black t-shirt, the most simplistic piece of clothing he could find that wouldn’t look weird on a sixteen year old.

“You feeling okay, kid?” Steve places his hand on his shoulder. Bucky glares up at him with a fucked-out look on his face, still reveling in the pleasure he just experienced.

“Yeah, hah…,” he gave a soft laugh, “I’m feeling really good.”

“You still going to your friend’s house?”

“Mhm, Nat’s expecting me,” he licks his lips. Steve hands him the shirt.

“Be careful heading over there, try uh—try not to sit on your ass too much, yeah?” Steve winks at him.

“Right…yeah, of course,” Bucky feels like he’s melting beneath his touch.

“Come on, I’ll walk you to the door,” and the two of them started walking before Steve stopped and turned back for a moment, “Whoops, almost forgot!” He walks over to the couch and picks up the butt plug, while Bucky puts the shirt over his head. Steve wipes it off with his shirt, and then walks back over to Bucky.

“Oh…yeah, right,” Bucky giggles.

“Here,” Steve hands him the butt plug, “Might want to take this with you.”

“Thanks, Steve,” Bucky takes it from his hand, and the way they’re looking at each other feels far too suggestive despite all that just happened.

“Of course,” Steve clears his throat, “You ever get stuck like that again, you’re welcome to ask for my help,” he winks at him again. Something about his stature was so professional, disregarding the fact that he was implying Bucky can come to him for sex again. That was anything but professional, given their age gap and Bucky’s youthful pout.

“Really…Steve…thank you,” Bucky clears his throat, trying to stop himself from getting hard all over again. Steve leans down and kisses his cheek softly, before pulling back to then nudge Bucky towards the door.

“Can’t have you in my house for too long now, right?” Steve gives a nervous chuckle. 

“Right—sorry,” Bucky goes to open the door, twisting the handle, and the light begins to pour through—but Steve slams it shut, arm over Bucky given their height difference. The boy looks up at Steve, who’s glaring down at him with a flushed face.

“If you’re uh—still sore tomorrow,” Steve bites his lower lip, “how about you come over? So I can give you a kiss or two—help you uh, feel better?” Bucky feels the nerves in his stomach spread right back to his g-spot. Steve is basically asking him to come over tomorrow, all so he can eat him out? Fuck…that’s just…so inappropriate.

“Yeah—okay,” Bucky kept his glare right back up on Steve, letting his tongue rest on his lower lip just a little to show Steve that he has one too. Steve’s adamant about using his tongue on Bucky—well, maybe Bucky wanted to use his on Steve. So what? Sucking his big dick was something that Bucky had definitely thought about before—and now that he’s seen it? Fuck.

“Go on now,” Steve puts his hand over Bucky’s on the door knob, twisting it until it opens and pulling himself out of Bucky’s way. Steve gracefully lets Bucky pass by his body, exiting onto the porch. Bucky takes his sweet time stepping down those steps, and Steve watches him as he does so. Finally, Bucky gets to his bike and picks it up and gets on it—butt plug in his pocket like nothing ever happened.

He looks back up to Steve, who winks again and shuts his door—surely to clean up after what just happened in his living room. Bucky giggles when he swings his sore leg over his bike, too excited to worry about it. He starts biking down the sidewalk, thinking about all the ways he’s going to explain this to Natasha. And just like any other summer day, Bucky is looking forward to tomorrow—for a new reason entirely.