[Sam's voice pitches and cracks on the last word as Steve mouths his erection, and yeah, it's definitely overdue - not that he wouldn't be reacting the same way if Steve had just sucked him off last night, because it's Steve, of course he would, but he also really fucking needs this. His fingers scrabble against the wall, and then he just gives up entirely and runs a hand into Steve's hair. Whatever, he'll keep the damn boots on.]
You gonna keep teasing me, or are you gonna take what you want?
[ Steve leans his head into Sam's touch shamelessly, urging him on. He barely needs any encouragement himself, but it doesn't hurt. He almost would like to tease Sam a little more, if only this wasn't so overdue, and they both weren't so very keyed up.
But they are, or at least, Steve most certainly is, and he wastes no time dragging Sam's underpants down to expose his stunning cock. It's a work of art, if you ask Steve, but he'd say that about all of Sam. Chiseled marble doesn't come close.
The way Steve sees it, Sam issued a dare, and he's never backed down from one of those. He wraps a hand around the base of Sam's dick and starts kissing and licking a filthy path up the length of him. When he reaches the head, he takes it in between his lips, teases it a little with his tongue, and then he backs off.
He looks up at Sam through heavy eyelashes. ] How's that for taking what I want?
[The intensity of Steve's gaze makes Sam shiver. Steve applies that laser focus to everything he does, but it's different when he's looking at Sam - and when he's on his knees and looking up at Sam, it's practically enough to make him come. Doesn't hurt that his eyes are fucking gorgeous, either, especially when his irises are the barest ring of dark blue around even darker pupils.
Sam's phone chimes from somewhere in the pile of clothes, and he huffs and uses one foot to toe the cloth away. He doesn't care if it's the damn apocalypse, he's busy right now.
[ Steve keeps one hand on Sam and wraps his mouth around the head of Sam's cock. At the same time, his free hand reaches around in Sam's clothes until he feels the phone. A sideways glance at the screen reveals Bucky as the caller, and Steve raises his arm to hand Sam his phone while taking more of him in his mouth. By the time Sam gets with the program and answers his call, Steve plans to have taken so much of him in that his eyes start to water from the effort of keeping his throat relaxed and open. If Sam is going to complain about teasing, Steve will give him something worth complaining about. ]
[Oh no. Ohhhhhhh no. It takes a lot to embarrass Sam, but this just might do it. Sam considers chucking his phone all the way across the room. In the end, though, he hits the button to answer.]
Oh, you're callin' me now? Seems like you weren't even answering my texts a week ago.
[Sam twists the fingers of his free hand in Steve's hair. Hopefully that'll ground him enough to make it through this call.]
Listen, unless something's literally on fire or your cat's stuck in a tree, I'm kinda busy right now. Can we chat later?
[ At the intersection of a whine and a moan is the sound that Steve makes when Sam tightens his grip on Steve's hair. He hopes that Bucky didn't hear, not for Bucky's sake, or even Sam's, but because it would more than likely cut this short.
When he's taken Sam as deep as he can, Steve pauses for a moment to relax his throat and suppress his gag reflex. And then he starts to tease Sam, first flicking the tip of his tongue along the underside of Sam's cock, then flattening his tongue and hollowing his cheeks to suck him mercilessly. ]
[Sam has created a dick-sucking monster, and his only regret is that he can't give this blowjob the attention it deserves. Not that he's really listening to Bucky, either; he's just trying to keep from making pornographic noises while he's on the phone.]
Shit, [Sam swears under his breath at one point while Steve's sucking him. Steve's going to be lucky if Sam doesn't pull out half his hair by the time this is over.] Yeah, I, uh, dropped the peanut butter jar on my foot. I'm making a fluffernutter sandwich, [he explains to Bucky.] Kinda tricky with one hand.
[ Sam is saying something into the phone, but his voice sounds distant, drowned out by the noises Steve is making as he chokes himself on Sam's dick. He feels himself sinking into a weightless space where everything else melts away. There's nothing left but him and Sam, or more accurately, him and a very specific part of Sam. Logic doesn't exist in this space, and so when Steve sucks Sam like he can take him in so deep they'll never have to separate again, that seems a perfectly reasonable goal to him. ]
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[Sam's voice pitches and cracks on the last word as Steve mouths his erection, and yeah, it's definitely overdue - not that he wouldn't be reacting the same way if Steve had just sucked him off last night, because it's Steve, of course he would, but he also really fucking needs this. His fingers scrabble against the wall, and then he just gives up entirely and runs a hand into Steve's hair. Whatever, he'll keep the damn boots on.]
You gonna keep teasing me, or are you gonna take what you want?
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But they are, or at least, Steve most certainly is, and he wastes no time dragging Sam's underpants down to expose his stunning cock. It's a work of art, if you ask Steve, but he'd say that about all of Sam. Chiseled marble doesn't come close.
The way Steve sees it, Sam issued a dare, and he's never backed down from one of those. He wraps a hand around the base of Sam's dick and starts kissing and licking a filthy path up the length of him. When he reaches the head, he takes it in between his lips, teases it a little with his tongue, and then he backs off.
He looks up at Sam through heavy eyelashes. ] How's that for taking what I want?
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[The intensity of Steve's gaze makes Sam shiver. Steve applies that laser focus to everything he does, but it's different when he's looking at Sam - and when he's on his knees and looking up at Sam, it's practically enough to make him come. Doesn't hurt that his eyes are fucking gorgeous, either, especially when his irises are the barest ring of dark blue around even darker pupils.
Sam's phone chimes from somewhere in the pile of clothes, and he huffs and uses one foot to toe the cloth away. He doesn't care if it's the damn apocalypse, he's busy right now.
Unfortunately, the phone keeps ringing.]
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Oh, you're callin' me now? Seems like you weren't even answering my texts a week ago.
[Sam twists the fingers of his free hand in Steve's hair. Hopefully that'll ground him enough to make it through this call.]
Listen, unless something's literally on fire or your cat's stuck in a tree, I'm kinda busy right now. Can we chat later?
[Please, please let Bucky get the hint.
(People who do not get hints: Bucky Barnes.)]
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When he's taken Sam as deep as he can, Steve pauses for a moment to relax his throat and suppress his gag reflex. And then he starts to tease Sam, first flicking the tip of his tongue along the underside of Sam's cock, then flattening his tongue and hollowing his cheeks to suck him mercilessly. ]
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Shit, [Sam swears under his breath at one point while Steve's sucking him. Steve's going to be lucky if Sam doesn't pull out half his hair by the time this is over.] Yeah, I, uh, dropped the peanut butter jar on my foot. I'm making a fluffernutter sandwich, [he explains to Bucky.] Kinda tricky with one hand.
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