[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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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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