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Peter Parker is filling a glass of water for his guest at the kitchen sink when he senses their presence behind him. Then, suddenly, he feels his hips crash against the marble counter, water glass clattering in the sink as he quickly reaches to shut off the tap. His heart rate spikes as a metal arm snakes its way around his torso, fingers finding their way under the hem of his strategically tight-fitting shirt, causing Peter to gasp as cold digits begin to move up to his chest. Just then, he feels teeth graze the nape of his neck, dragging up and down before biting just hard enough for a hum of encouragement to leave Peter’s lips.
As Peter begins to turn to face his partner, his eyes, of their own accord, can't help but light on a louvered door in the back right corner of the kitchen, the door that leads to the back stairwell, the door that leads up to the bedroom he shares with-
Peter’s attention is recaptured by a warm hand and a cold one snaking their way into his dark, unruly hair before physically pulling his attention back to a pair of fiery ice blue eyes. Peter quickly leans in for a kiss to hide that his own eyes darted continually back to that door without his permission.
His partner seems to subconsciously sense his distraction, because, the next thing Peter knows, the kiss has deepened and he finds himself unable to think of anything more than lips and tongues moving in tandem, and to absentmindedly wonder if he should be concerned about how long it’s been since he last took a breath.
The need for air winning out, Peter eventually breaks the kiss to gulp in much needed oxygen. His partner, who seems to breathe a lot less frequently, never allows his lips to leave Peter’s skin, trailing kisses down the side of his face, continuing down his neck before lifting his shirt further and continuing his ministrations until his mouth reaches Peter’s left nipple. Gasping at the sensation, Peter can no longer hold in his vocalizations and lets out a wanton moan, causing Bucky Barnes to look up at him with a smirk.
“You like that, babydoll?” the man asks.
“Uh-huh,” is all Peter can manage in reply, the heady reality of what is about to happen consuming the rest of his brain function.
Peter is brought up short by staring the other man square in the eye, guilt fluttering through the back of his mind. Peter pushes it aside.
A mix of apprehension and lust course through his body as the thrum of their prolonged eye contact grows to a buzz of unmistakable arousal, the two leaning in for another passionate kiss full of anticipation.
To move things along, Peter begins to rut against his Bucky's thigh, pointedly grinding his growing erection.
“Sergeant…” Peter begs against his partner's lips, his choice of moniker intentional, knowing the soldier wouldn’t be able to resist.
“You needy, baby boy? Is my good little mal-chik needy for my big ol’ cock?” Bucky pulls back to ask teasingly, his voice coarse and deep.
Peter pauses, briefly trailing his eyes down, licking his lips at the sizable bulge in Bucky’s tight black jeans before locking their eyes and mischievously shaking his head.
Bucky seems perplexed by Peter’s refusal. “You don’t need my big ol’ cock?” he inquires with equal part mirth and confusion.
“No,” Peter shakes his head more vehemently. “I’m not a good boy…” he adds, blinking innocently, biting his lower lip.
Understanding, followed immediately by unchecked desire, flashes across Bucky’s face. “Oh, are you gonna be my bad boy? Bad little boy who needs my big thick dick to punish his tight little hole?” he asks, voice lowering as he moves in to speak directly to the shell of Peter’s ear before continuing down to bite at his earlobe none too gently.
Smiling to himself, knowing he’s getting exactly what he wants, Peter nods an enthusiastic ‘yes’ before hearing a creak emanating from the aperture behind Bucky’s left shoulder. A subtle reminder…
The sound makes his heart and his dick jump in response as his gaze instantly moves back to the door, his eyes seeming to try to bore their way through the louvers.
Peter - the reminder having brought his ultimate intent back to the forefront of his mind - places his hands on Bucky’s chest and pushes them apart, causing Bucky’s mouth to leave his neck, halting the ministrations being lavished there.
Before Bucky can protest the new distance between them, Peter takes two steps to his right (glancing to a certain corner of the room to be sure his line of sight is good), angles the other man to face him, and drops to his knees, reaching forward to open the front of Bucky’s trousers.
As he fumbles with the flies, he surreptitiously glances at something over his shoulder several times, unable to stop himself… Once successful in undoing the jeans, he frees the man’s generously sized, half-hard member and begins to lick just below the tip.
“Look at you,” Bucky says as he brings his flesh hand to Peter’s head, intertwining his fingers into the young man’s locks to pull his head back enough to lock their eyes before continuing, “Such a nasty kotyonok . Can’t help but put your filthy little mouth on me.”
Peter, never losing his carefully composed expression of baby-faced innocence, allows a wicked gleam to flash in his eyes as he decides to show Bucky just how filthy his mouth can be.
Bucky hisses, tightening his grip in the young man’s hair, eyes falling closed at the sudden wet warmth as Peter’s mouth takes him in.
Now, there are many skills Peter has acquired in his young life that he is very proud of, so he decides to share one as he skillfully displays his near total lack of gag reflex by taking Bucky impressively further into his mouth. Once he has that dick where he wants it, he begins sucking in his cheeks as he moves it in and out. He repeats the motion several times, fully aware of Bucky’s surprise at the expertise of his orifice, feeling its direct effect on the soldier’s member.
After multiple passes up and down Bucky’s cock, Peter pulls off with a little pop , bringing his left hand up to continue stroking the length while his mouth finds its way to the soldiers balls, sucking and mouthing.
Having had his attention focused elsewhere, Peter realises how quiet his partner has become, so he pulls back to look at his face.
Any potential worries Peter might have had regarding Bucky’s soundlessness are immediately assuaged by the look of unwavering hunger on his face.
Bucky must see something enticing as he looks at Peter’s face, because, the next thing Peter knows, the man has dropped to his knees as well, and is moving forward, pushing their bodies over so that Peter ends up flat of his back on the gleaming lignum vitae floors.
Without so much as a moment to fully process the disorientation of suddenly being prostrate, Peter feels his jeans being roughly pulled off. In the back of his mind he muses that he is grateful he never wears shoes at home.
Suddenly, Bucky is looming over Peter, the look on his face near feral with lust as he brings their mouths back together for a crushing kiss.
Peter moans, opening his mouth, allowing Bucky’s tongue inside.
“God, that mouth...,” Bucky chuckles into Peter’s. “The things I want to do to that filthy mouth, kukolka ,” he adds against the young man's lips.
Peter reaches up and begins tugging at Bucky's ridiculously tight black t-shirt. The soldier quickly obliges, removing the garment before reaching down to remove Peter shirt as well.
Peter's arms make there way back up as he allows his hands to explore the plains of his partner's torso, grabbing hold of his dangling dog tags to pull him closer.
“Uh-uh-uh,” Bucky says as he grasps Peter's hands, pushing them over his head, pinning the young man’s arms to the floor. “See, now that I know how slutty that mouth of yours is…” Bucky continues as he moves up to his knees over Peter, “now I gotta find out just how filthy the rest of you is, baby.”
His hands released, Peter leaves them over his head as he watches Bucky begin licking and sucking downward across the expanse of his body.
Having stopped to lavish each nipple, paused to deliver attention to Peter’s belly button, detoured to lick the vein up and down the underside of the young man’s now fully erect cock, continued down to suck at his balls... by the time Bucky reaches Peter’s hole the young man’s body is nearly shaking with anticipation.
He didn’t have to wait long, as the soldier’s mouth quickly went to work eating him out. His tongue swirling around the pucker, taking his time as he skillfully licks and sucks at the rim before eventually fucking its way inside.
Peter groans, relishing the attention around the sensitive area. Slowly he begins to rock towards the other man’s mouth.
Lost in sensation, Peter is brought back to reality when the it suddenly ceases.
Caught up in his frustration, Peter barely notices the rustling of a packet of lube being opened, but some part of his brain is coherent enough to wonder what in the hell Sergeant Barnes is doing carrying around packets of lube. However, he is glad the man came prepared, because Peter knows he's too far gone to even consider stopping to grab some of his own.
Despite his lubrication related musings, Peter is completely taken by surprise when a cold metal finger enters him.
He gasps and attempts to squirm away from the unexpected temperature.
“Oh, no,” Bucky says as he grabs Peter’s left hip with his right hand to still him. “You're gonna take my cold metal fingers in your dirty little hole. They’re gonna open you up so nice for me, kotik ,” he continues, unceremoniously adding a second finger.
Now that Peter is prepared for the cold, he must admit that the difference in temperature seems to heighten the experience; mixing pleasure with pain. This time, instead of trying to move away, he begins to move in to the digits.
As Peter continues to grind down, seeking something to ease his aching arousal, he finds Bucky to be frustratingly cognizant of the location of his prostate. As the older man, now slowly scissoring his fingers to open Peter further, continues to intentionally avoid the nub.
About to start begging for some relief, Peter lifts his head, only to have his words die in his throat as he sees Bucky's other hand head for his neglected prick.
“Fuuuuck…” Peter groans as the flesh hand wraps around his member, thumb running over the now leaking tip, using the wetness found there to ease the way up and down the young man’s own fairly substantial length.
“That’s right, baby,” Bucky says pointedly, “that’s exactly what I’m gonna do to you. Gonna fuck you like the little slut that you are.”
“Yes!” Peter breathlessly whines as a third finger enters him, still avoiding his prostate, “Fuck me like a dirty whore.”
“Jesus Christ, kid,” Bucky chokes out, losing the rhythm of his fingers, “you’re gonna be the death of me.”
With that, Bucky removes his fingers from Peter’s hole, redistributing the remaining slickness on his own cock.
“You ready, kotik?” Bucky asks, moving in to hover between Peter’s now spread legs, “you ready for my dick to punish your filthy little hole?”
“God, yes!” Peter replies desperate with need, “for the love of all that is holy, fuck me.”
To Be Continued...