( james, he says so simply, and bucky's breath catches noticeably in their close proximity. why does it feel so significant and make his heart race even more? why does it feel so good to hear? why does his name feel like such a valuable secret when alex says it at all?
while alex continues stroking his length, bucky fights to keep his composure as he chokes back several moans and whimpers. when his grasp no longer feels sufficient against the front of alex's shirt, his hand smooths against the cloth and winds around to the back to tug more urgently for control. not wanting to let the pleasure build too quickly again, he tries to drive his attention just to the sound of alex's voice and away from the rough slip of fingers stimulating the skin of his cock.
it doesn't really help. )
Y- Yeah, ( he blurts with notable delay after a moment, mind having wandered from the thought of kissing alex even more. his words are a warm rumble against alex's cheek. ) 's good. I. I like when you touch me.
( he probably means in general, but it certainly feels pointed in the moment. )
[ as distracting as bucky trying to hold in his noises and grabbing at his shirt are, alex is still focused on the task at hand: giving an excruciatingly slow handjob, almost to the point of edging. including stopping mid-stroke, like he has to think about whether or not to keep going. (edging.) it's fine. he's teaching a lesson. the lesson is "take it slow so the rest of us can, too."
with his voice lowered almost to a degree of whispering, he executes some (sincere) Dirty Talk. ] I like when you make noise. You don't have to hold it in, you know? Be as loud as you want. I want everyone to know how much you love getting fucked by me.
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( while alex's touch clearly seems to affect bucky, the pauses make him fidget impatiently, unaccustomed to the idea of edging or what alex is trying to achieve — though it is clear that Alex is trying something.
what alex says is what makes his cheeks heat further, though, releasing a strangled noises as he throbs in alex's grasp from the sharp arousal the bold words stir. )
N- not used to. Being the one making the noises. F- feels embarrassing.
( the stutters seem to come from his struggling against said noises. )
When you hold the noises in, it makes me wanna work twice as hard to get them out. [ he tilts his head slightly to kiss bucky on the cheek, like this is just him being uwu romantic. (to him, it kind of is...?) ]
How about... the louder you are, the faster I'll go? You can decide how you want it, James.
[ the good news is: giving bucky the slowest handjob on earth, talking about all his noises, and bossing him is reinvigorating alex's own dick. 😭 😂 🙌 ]
Mm-hmm. [ really, he's feeling straight up devious right now. one might say he's power-tripping. his pace stays steady — but he does push on the head with his thumb to use precome as a tiny lil sample pack's worth of lube. still with a lowered voice, he deploys his most powerful weapon: ] James.
( the press makes him shudder, a choked whimper escaping because it's simply too much to hold back anymore. caving further, he lets his forehead drop to alex's shoulder as his fingers dig harder into alex's shirt. )
[ although maybe not good, because he's gonna get himself too turned on again at this rate. he constructed a beautiful and sexy hell of his own making. a beautiful and sexy hell that makes him pick up the pace — a little selfishly, but also because bucky made A Noise and that was good enough for his mind game. he wants to kiss bucky again while his head is so close... but he must stay focused on the task at hand. in his hand. ]
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while alex continues stroking his length, bucky fights to keep his composure as he chokes back several moans and whimpers. when his grasp no longer feels sufficient against the front of alex's shirt, his hand smooths against the cloth and winds around to the back to tug more urgently for control. not wanting to let the pleasure build too quickly again, he tries to drive his attention just to the sound of alex's voice and away from the rough slip of fingers stimulating the skin of his cock.
it doesn't really help. )
Y- Yeah, ( he blurts with notable delay after a moment, mind having wandered from the thought of kissing alex even more. his words are a warm rumble against alex's cheek. ) 's good. I. I like when you touch me.
( he probably means in general, but it certainly feels pointed in the moment. )
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with his voice lowered almost to a degree of whispering, he executes some (sincere) Dirty Talk. ] I like when you make noise. You don't have to hold it in, you know? Be as loud as you want. I want everyone to know how much you love getting fucked by me.
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what alex says is what makes his cheeks heat further, though, releasing a strangled noises as he throbs in alex's grasp from the sharp arousal the bold words stir. )
N- not used to. Being the one making the noises. F- feels embarrassing.
( the stutters seem to come from his struggling against said noises. )
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How about... the louder you are, the faster I'll go? You can decide how you want it, James.
[ the good news is: giving bucky the slowest handjob on earth, talking about all his noises, and bossing him is reinvigorating alex's own dick. 😭 😂 🙌 ]
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Y- You're just trying to make me be as lewd as possible, aren't you— mmn—
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Y- you're gonna. Drive me crazy.
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[ although maybe not good, because he's gonna get himself too turned on again at this rate. he constructed a beautiful and sexy hell of his own making. a beautiful and sexy hell that makes him pick up the pace — a little selfishly, but also because bucky made A Noise and that was good enough for his mind game. he wants to kiss bucky again while his head is so close... but he must stay focused on the task at hand. in his hand. ]