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howdoyousleep3 · 2 years

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Rating: Explicit (E) Word Count: ~8K Notable Tags: Established Relationship, Established Friendship, Daddy Kink, Dom/Sub Undertones, Praise Kink, Size Kink, Blowjob, Handjob, Dirty Talk, Light Subspace, A Dash of Aftercare, Manhandling, Kink/Scene Negotiation A/N: A long fucking time coming, this one. 🙃 This was on last year's list and I've teased it since then. Happy Friday, it's done, and I'm happy with it. It would be a dream to join these two in the bedroom and I hope that's conveyed through this fic. Hope you enjoy! 🧡 Read here on Ao3.

“Fuck, sugar. Why didn’t you bring your pretty friend home earlier?”

You barely hear Steve’s words over the ringing in your ears, Bucky’s hand on your jaw the one thing keeping you tethered to the earth. He’s become more comfortable with touching you in such a short amount of time all thanks to Steve’s insistence and guidance. His hand cups your cheek with purpose, and while this is the touch that keeps you present, it's battling with the touch of Bucky’s lips.

Because Bucky’s lips are about to send you sailing.

You would be an absolute liar if you were to say you’ve never imagined what kissing Bucky would feel like; anyone who sets eyes on that mouth does just that. It’s coy and sensual and he licks his lips in a way that would have no one turning him away if he closed the gap between them. The two of you have been friends since last school year, close since Bucky took up the seat next to you in your Physics lecture, and although your thoughts have been pure for the most part, your mind has most definitely wandered before.

And then Bucky had introduced you to Steve.

“Sweetheart,” Steve murmurs in a tone of voice you are coming to realize is reserved for you. A warm hand lands on your shoulder and it’s a casual touch that has you whining with your exhale, into Bucky’s mouth. He returns your noise with one in kind, one that you drink right down. “You can touch too. I’m sure Bucky would like it if you did. Buck?”

While you’re hesitant to admit your thoughts have veered into not so innocent territory with Bucky, you’ll be the first to admit you’ve had filthy thoughts starring Steve. From the first handshake and hello, your first introduction, Steve hasn’t left your mind. You’ve even cracked jokes with Bucky about his much older and devilishly handsome boyfriend, chides and playful jabs about how much of a walking wet dream he is.

You could have never imagined, even in your wildest wet dreams, that your friendship with Bucky and your joking could have resulted in you sitting here on their couch, Bucky damn near straddling your lap, Steve watching from behind Bucky and leading the two of you as you kiss.

You’re immensely grateful for the guidance, but even with it, you are struggling to make the connection between your brain and your body. Everything feels quite discombobulated yet somehow joined together enough to all pulse at the same time. Your lips meld and move against Bucky’s without thought, relying on Bucky for even further guidance, and when he tilts his head to the left, the movement pries your mouth open further.

“Yeah,” Bucky replies with a whisper, pulling his lips back by the barest of increments in order to respond. You can feel the agreement on your lips, can feel it on Bucky’s lips, and your eyes are slow to open in response to the heavy silence between the three of you that follows. Steve’s hand squeezes your shoulder, arm resting on the back of the couch and around his partner, but your attention is almost entirely on Bucky’s gaze and the way he says your name.

“I’d...I’d be okay if you touched too,” Bucky whispers and you can’t stop the way you swallow audibly at being told you can touch Bucky this way. As if to show you he is okay with it, his hand on your cheek skirts down to cup your neck, a movement and touch that has you shivering in excitement and anticipation.

You watch through hazy vision as Steve’s hand on your shoulder moves to cup the front of Bucky’s throat in a move so dominant, so fiercely Alpha, that you almost feel yourself go dizzy. Steve lets out a bit of a purr, leans forward to kiss Bucky’s temple, his cheek, from behind. You can see his grip on Bucky’s throat tighten as well, can see the minuscule twitch of Steve’s fingers. When you look back up at Bucky, when you meet his eyes again, you whimper softly on his behalf.

“I want...you to touch,” he says and you’re nodding your head with another soft noise as you watch him finish his request.

“W-where do you want me to touch?” you manage to whisper and Steve’s hand reaches for you again, leaves Bucky’s neck and strokes at your cheek with the back of his fingers. It’s gentle yet axis-tilting, the first intimate and different touch Steve has given you this evening. It feels encouraging, as if he’s praising you without words for asking a clarifying question, and you practically feed him your bottom lip when the pad of his thumb runs across it. Steve answers on Bucky’s behalf.

“There isn’t a place that Bucky doesn’t enjoy being touched. Ain’t that right, sugar?”

Your mouth remains embarrassingly slack as Steve’s hand makes another move, this time to grasp one of your hands where it trembles on your thigh. Steve’s touch, this touch, makes you stifle a gasp, has your body coming to life, catching up, all at once. You throb between your legs and in your core so much it’s almost agonizing. You watch as your hand is lead to Bucky’s shirt, his chest, Steve’s hand firm on your own as he curls your fingers to squeeze at the meat of Bucky’s pec and—

“Oh…”

“Mhmm, Buck likes bein’ touched all over. Show him, sugar. C’mere…”

Steve’s hand on yours is replaced by Bucky’s own, brought there by Steve once more, warmth wrapped up in warmth. Bucky holds onto your fingers like he’ll lose you in the riptide of your coupled arousal, pressing your hand into his chest, slips it from one pec to the other, gets selfish with your touch. He’s soft, the heat and tenderness, even through his thin shirt, so incredibly apparent.

“S’okay? This?” he breathes and you hear Steve purse his lips against Bucky’s cheek, seemingly a reward for asking more questions, communicating. His eyes are stormy when you meet them. You feel like you’re falling into them, letting the current carry you away. You’ve trusted him for quite some time now, have built a friendship up from nothing and made it into something you cherish. Even with your nerves, there is comfort, a great sense of it. This is still your Buck.

“Yeah, Buck,” you confirm, closing the gap between the two of you in a kiss that is meant to be chaste but is wet from the start, Bucky damn near moaning onto your tongue. You think Steve’s added touch, his wandering hands, is to blame, but you’re too focused on Bucky’s tongue shyly tickling your own to confirm your assumptions. You hear Steve’s kisses as they’re planted on Bucky’s cheek, his neck, his shoulder, all while Bucky’s tongue dances along yours.

It’s so much.

When you pull away from Bucky’s mouth, you do with a gasp, a heave of a noise, but you don’t move far. You can’t. Bucky’s mouth is sin, has already become addictive. You wonder if you’ll ever be able to go back, if you’ll think of Bucky every time you kiss anyone else from here on out. You purse your lips against his once more, chase him, before sitting back further.

Your eyes are on Steve’s as soon as you pull back.

“So good, Buck. You both feel okay? Y’feel good?”

You don’t realize the two of you are holding hands until Bucky squeezes them when he answers, “Yes, Daddy,” and—

“Oh fuck…”

Of course, of fucking course.

It makes sense on all levels and through all lenses. Steve is Bucky’s Daddy. The weight of this information being shared is heavy, the heftiness of it going straight to your dick. Your body throbs in time with your elevated heart rate. You already know it now— this is the hottest moment of your life.

When your eyes flick to Bucky’s once more, you notice the faint color to his cheeks. You wonder if it’s the flush of arousal but you’re almost certain it’s the blush of something so personal being put on full display. You squeeze his hand in reassurance, wishing you had more brain power to string words together about how insanely hot and endearing you find their dynamic. The squeeze will have to do.

“Sweetheart?” Steve asks and your answer comes just as quickly—

“Yes, Steve.”

Bucky leans forward, closes the gap between you with a focused swiftness, kisses you messily with a hungry exhale. He pulls his hand away from yours only to slip it under your shirt, fingers digging into the skin of your hips, your side. Your dick finishes filling out so fast you whimper into Bucky’s mouth. You barely register Steve’s voice as he whispers into Bucky’s skin, his ear, as the two of you kiss. You can’t make out his words but Bucky reacts immediately and in-full, letting out a needy whine around your tongue.

Steve chuckles.

“You like the sound’a that, Buck?”

“Daddy…”

Bucky uttering that word into your mouth might send you sailing indefinitely.

“Yeah? You want that?”

Bucky nods into your kisses before your curiosity gets the best of you and you pull back once more. You look at Steve and then back to Bucky when you don’t find answers in his eyes. Steve’s hand lands on the skin of your other side, the one opposite of where Bucky’s hand lies, his grip hot. Your next blink is a slow one.

“Tell him, just like I asked you,” Steve whispers into Bucky’s ear and like the best boy, Bucky doesn’t hesitate and murmurs to you—

“Wanna show you how Daddy likes his cock sucked.”

You’re going to pass out.

You’re going to cry.

You might actually come.

“Buck,” you whimper into his cheek after you sway forward, the two separate hands on your body squeezing tight with the intention of helping only making it harder to stay locked into the present. You can’t even begin to comprehend your luck. This will surely be something you beat off to until you’re six feet under.

Steve’s next noise is warm and laced with a new edge of arousal, a noise that is closer than ever as he presses it into your temple as you press another kiss to Bucky’s cheek.

“You’re okay with that, honey? With helpin’ Buck out? He’s so sweet, wanting to share with you…”

Share?

You make a curious noise into your next kiss, a press of your lips into Bucky’s. You can’t stop kissing him, chasing after him, soon losing this kind of access to him ever present in the back of your mind. Bucky responds to your noise with another deep kiss, Steve’s lips on the skin of your cheek, your jaw.

“Daddy’s cock is so big, is so good. Wanna share with you, show you,” Bucky whispers into your mouth. You immediately moan, tongue reaching for Bucky’s own. “Can show you what Daddy likes, how we can make him come. Together.”

It’s Steve’s turn to moan, such a gentle noise in your ear, beard rubbing against your cheek before his lips are back on Bucky’s body.

“How’d I get to be such a lucky Daddy, huh?”

When Bucky pulls away from your lips, they’re met with Steve’s without hesitation, his hand reaching for Bucky’s chin the moment he’s able to. You watch the two of them kiss without reservation, the comfortability and familiarity obvious in the way they move and dance with one another. It’s wet and fluid and hungry. It’s apparent Steve is the one in charge, is the one moving the two of them, guiding, pulling Bucky’s mouth wide open, making him accessible.

It is, for the time being, the sexiest thing you’ve ever been witness to.

Your lips attach themselves to the hinge of Bucky’s jaw, sucking on it and sidling in closer, if possible. You wrap your arm around Bucky’s waist, his back, press kisses into the sweet skin of his neck as his Daddy kisses him. Your hand runs down the front of his shirt, and with a surge of confidence, down over the front of his shorts as well, grabbing at his dick and giving it a good squeeze. Bucky squeals into Steve’s mouth.

“Tell me what you don’t want, sugar. What is off limits?”

You’re forever grateful for the communication. Your hands hold onto Bucky’s body as he contemplates his answer, your lips unable to remain stagnant on one patch of skin for too long.

“I don’t...I only want to share a blowjob,” he starts meekly, and you nod your head. You were thankful to have been invited over for dinner and drinks; the rest of this is a dreamy bonus. You’ll be grateful for whatever you can get, would never wish to push or sway Bucky or Steve into any line of thinking.

“Keep goin’...”

“I...I wanna swallow,” Bucky whispers, Steve kissing him chastely in reassurance. You do the same to the shell of his ear. “And I...I don’t know how I feel about you two kissing.”

Steve hums and you nod your head again.

“You wanna see us kiss to see how you feel about it?” Steve offers up, and you feel your knees lock up even as you sit here kneeling. Kissing Steve might end you, going from Bucky’s mouth to Bucky’s Daddy? The privilege of it, the eroticism, almost takes you out. You wait for Bucky’s answer though, entirely content on whatever he so chooses.

“Yeah,” Bucky murmurs, turning his head in your direction. “Yeah, I wanna see.”

You’re still processing Bucky’s permission when Steve reaches for your chin, tugs your mouth towards his, and you immediately recognize the difference between the two men.

Where Bucky was gentle and tentative, Steve is dominant, assertive. Both are soft in their own ways, have their own preferences, but the differences are undeniable. The kiss lasts but three or four seconds, Steve’s beard rubbing against your chin as he tilts your mouth in the opposite direction, effortlessly prying your mouth open. Your tongue still tastes like Bucky and it’s as if Steve recognizes it with a shaky noise when his own tongue briefly meets yours before he pulls back.

Bucky breathes heavily in your ear and the next few seconds are tense between the three of you, your eyes slow to focus and snap to the present. Steve’s lips are already back on Bucky’s skin, his cheek, his jaw.

“Buck?”

“I don’t think I like it,” Bucky decides quietly, and Steve is quick to nod his head, to reach for Bucky’s mouth in reassurance.

“That’s okay, of course,” Steve rushes to explain and you nod your head in complete agreement. Bucky sighs shakily, takes a deep breath.

“I want your kisses kept for me. They’re mine,” he asserts with more confidence, and Steve all but growls, hands tight on Bucky’s body as he licks into Bucky’s mouth. Witnessing such a thing mere inches from your face has you wondering if this is all a dream, one you’ll wake up from with your hand between your legs.

“It’s...is it bad of me to kiss him then? If I don’t let you?” Bucky asks, whimpers, Steve not ready to stop littering his face and lips with kisses just yet. It’s a fair question, one that again has you admiring these two and their relationship, how comfortable and established they seem. You don’t move when Bucky says these words, wishing to remain as neutral as possible when the topic is yourself.

“No, baby— it’s okay,” Steve whispers, his hand finding yours to guide it to Bucky’s side. “I’m okay with it, if you wanna share kisses with him. I think you’ll like that when the two of you share my cock.”

You and Bucky moan in unison, wiggle where you sit. Fuck. Bucky’s lips meet yours again, a rushed and impatient movement now, this new sense of urgency and excitement following the clearer boundaries. You feel like you’re moving through honey, slow to react and slow to string thoughts together, and your lips are just beginning to purse when Bucky pulls back, grabbing for your hand. He heads to the floor, tugging you with him, and you’re on your knees in front of Steve before you can even blink.

You hope you never forget every miniscule detail of this moment.

You are once again grateful for the clear boundaries, the communication that has taken place, as you are struck in this moment by the fact that Bucky and Steve are partners. They have cultivated this long-term relationship, spent years working to get to this point of letting it flourish, and here you are being gifted with the opportunity to witness it in such an intimate way. These two are lovers, are partners, boyfriends; you need the guidance as their guest.

“You alright, sweetheart?” Steve murmurs from above you, taking note of your apparent realization of the significance of this moment. Your eyes are glued to the way Bucky’s hands run and squeeze hungrily up his Daddy’s thighs, the way his fingers wrap around and dig into the obvious bulge at Steve’s crotch. Steve giving but one gentle touch to Bucky’s hand has Bucky’s movements ceasing, one look at the older man making his gaze quickly turn to you. You’re nodding your head swiftly, not wishing to slow the course of events.

Bucky’s hand is on you in an instant, a squeeze to your hip followed by a curl of fingers around your neck. The way he says your name almost makes your eyes roll back into your skull.

“We can go slower, can...can totally stop. We don’t—”

“No, no I’m...I’m fine. More than fine, just...just really fucking hot for this,” you try your hardest to explain, words heavy on your tongue and slow to roll out of your mouth. Bucky is immediately cooing, turning and pressing kisses into your cheek, the sensitive skin of your neck, and all you can do is lean into them, reaching for any part of Bucky you can grasp onto.

“Daddy,” he starts, amusement laced in his gentle tone as he pulls back and looks over at Steve. “He sounds like he’s going sweet.”

You’re not sure what going sweet entails, but you are nodding your head in blind agreement as soon as the words are out of Bucky’s mouth, your moan matching his giggle in amusement as he reaches for your lips with his own. The noise Steve lets out above you is also an amused one, a heated one that rolls right down your spine, Bucky’s hand chasing after it.

“Yeah, sugar? You think so?” Steve asks, and Bucky nods his head into your kisses.

“Mhmm, s’hard to talk when you’re goin’ sweet,” he responds, Steve surely aware of the signs of this mindset that is a mystery to you, Bucky explaining what he notes purely for your sake. “His eyes are kinda glassy, his cheeks all red and rosey. Is this why you think I’m so cute when I get this way?”

You aren’t sure why, but Bucky’s comments, being so seen and for it to be noted verbally, have your next exhale inadvertently coming out as a whine. It is a noise that seems to prove Bucky’s point, that has him nodding his head once more in silent confirmation.

“You better take extra care’a him then, Buck. You know better than anybody how someone going sweet wants to be treated.”

Steve’s voice is basement deep, is thick with obvious emotion and maybe even pride. This mindset must be one that happens frequently with Bucky, one that he is indeed familiar with. Bucky’s Daddy telling him to take good care of you hits you like a freight train right to the solar plexus, right to the center of your being. You gasp with how intensely your dick throbs between your legs.

“Yes, Daddy.”

When Bucky turns back towards Steve’s spread thighs, he does so with you in tow this time around, hand guiding your elbow as you shift. He kisses you gently and casually on the lips before his hands are back on Steve’s thighs, his hips. You watch through half-lidded eyes as he gropes at Steve’s cock brazenly through his jeans, your heart skipping a beat at the apparent size of him; Steve would have a fat dick.

You follow Bucky’s lead. When he settles more comfortably to the floor on his knees, you do so as well. You’re hesitant to touch right away, to do anything without Bucky’s explicit guidance. You’ve grown comfortable with touching him, with this newfound physicality, but you can’t say the same for Steve just yet. When Bucky leans forward to mouth at Steve’s cock through his jeans, you follow and instead reach for Bucky’s neck, his shoulder, your hands easily finding their way up under his shirt.

“You gonna be good, Buck?” Steve murmurs softly. He reaches his hand down, rubs his thumb along Bucky’s bottom lip distractedly from where he’s leaned back into the couch. Even in this position he looks so damn large, thighs spread wide, thick waist. Bucky’s noise is gentle and eager as you watch Steve push his thumb through the seam of Bucky’s lips. Your gut curls pleasantly at the sight.

“Yes, Daddy,” he whispers in response and, goddamn you know it to be true already. Steve hums.

“You gonna show him how your Daddy likes his cock sucked? You gonna share and play nice?”

You purse your lips against the hinge of Bucky’s jaw, hands tight on the heated skin of his waist. Bucky moans.

“Yes, Daddy.”

Steve’s attention turns to you then, same thumb coming to your mouth. Oh.

“You’re gonna listen to Buck right, sweetheart? Do as he says?”

When Steve’s thumb presses against your bottom lip, you barely stifle your moan, his finger still slick with Bucky’s spit. He pushes it into your mouth anyway and you nod your head around the digit with a noise in agreement.

“There’s nothin’ you have to do tonight. You know that, right?” Steve reminds you, and you nod your head again, hollowing out your cheeks as Steve pulls his thumb free from your mouth. “Good. Bucky knows that, always knows that. Wanted to make sure you knew it too.” You respond with what feels right, what feels easiest—

“Yes, Steve.”

He taps your chin with a wink before letting his arm fall back to his side, and your brain tumbles when you hear a zip. It takes your eyes a moment to catch up with your ears, gaze remaining on the way Steve settles confidently back into the couch and less so on Bucky’s hands. The only thing that pulls your eyes downward is the happy noise that Bucky lets out, the thick hum. You can’t do anything to hide your surprise.

You had this thought moments ago after seeing Steve’s bulge through his jeans, that his dick is big, but seeing it fill up Bucky’s hand is something else entirely. It’s the prettiest, most drool-worthy dick you’ve ever seen, pronounced crown and leaking already. You watch as Bucky touches it with apparent expertise, such fondness and knowledge, the sheer girth of Steve making Bucky’s hand look dainty and nimble. His fingers traipse down to where Steve’s balls, heavy and full, are tucked under the waistband of his briefs.

Your mouth floods with saliva, which makes you swallow audibly. The way you melt into Bucky’s side isn’t lost on either man.

“Got the prettiest Daddy dick, doesn’t he?” Bucky almost whispers as he sits back slightly and joins you in watching his fingers dance along the hot length of Steve. Steve hums. You whimper, your fingers digging into the skin of Bucky’s waist, his belly.

“So...he’s so thick, Buck,” you hear yourself mumble into Bucky’s ear before you can stop yourself, and you have to resist the urge to roll your hips into Bucky’s own at the sight before you. Bucky nods, moans.

“Mhmm, makes me fuckin’ crazy. Can come on this cock without even touching myself sometimes. Makes my boy pussy stretch out so good.”

Fuck.

As if Bucky can’t take waiting any longer, as if his words are too much to hear for even himself, he leans forward and presses a wet, noisy kiss at the base of Steve’s cock, one and then another, lips pursing and traveling up towards Steve’s leaking tip. The movement pulls you with him briefly, pulls you closer to the dick you had just been talking about as if Steve wasn’t in the room. Steve’s hand is in Bucky’s hair from the moment Bucky leans forward, gentle and open, guiding.

“Gonna make your Daddy blush, sugar,” Steve murmurs roughly, and Bucky almost giggles before tipping his chin and wrapping his lips around the tip of Steve’s cock and hollowing out his cheeks with another noise. Steve groans. You feel like making a noise as well, one that symbolizes just how overwhelming it is to watch Bucky’s tongue play with the tip of his Daddy’s dick, but your brain can only focus on one thing at a time.

“Daddy’s got a sensitive cockhead,” Bucky tells you when he pulls his mouth back the barest of increments. “He likes it though, likes it when you make him feel a bit too much.”

You do manage to make a noise that time, easier when you hear Steve’s own.

“He likes things slower, likes to feel your mouth, likes to keep his hand in your hair and to tell you when to look up at him. He always wants you to take all of him, loves seein’ you all messy and hearing you be loud. Daddy loves his balls played with too, likes to have them sucked on, have ‘em kissed.”

You could kneel there forever and not even put your mouth on Steve, just listen to Bucky talk about his Daddy in between kitten licks and kisses onto Steve’s cock. It’s heaven. It’s slow, syrupy heaven that you never want to be removed from, but then Bucky is tilting his head in your direction and murmuring, “C’mere.”

You raise your head further in response to Bucky’s one word, heart hammering against your chest.

“Come give Daddy a kiss.”

You think you hear Steve curse into a chuckle of disbelief, but at this point anything could be your imagination. You don’t even hesitate to listen to Bucky, this itch to do as he says too strong, one you need to scratch immediately. Bucky takes his Daddy in hand, holds his cock steady and accessible for your mouth, and you follow Bucky’s lead— you plant a kiss to the underside of Steve’s dick, near the tip. The musk of the older man alone has your mouth watering, your eyelids fluttering. Bucky hums, closes the gap between the two of you, lips at your ear.

“Messier.”

“Fuckin’ hell, Buck. Baby…”

You moan into the next kiss, doing as Bucky says and opening your lips after pursing them, spit leaking out as you whine and smack an even messier kiss to Steve’s dick. Bucky’s satisfied noise in your ear sends a shiver down your spine.

“When you suck on the tip, let him know you like it. Be noisy. Use your tongue too, tease him.”

When you tilt your chin and lean forward this time, Bucky follows you, moves with you as you dazedly open your mouth and slurp the fat tip of Steve’s dick between your lips. Bucky immediately gives you a noise that feels like praise, lips so close to your own you can feel his breath fan across them. You do exactly as he said, making the movement noisy, teasing Steve with your tongue as you slurp. Bucky kisses the corner of your mouth where it’s wrapped around Steve’s cock.

“Doin’ so good isn’t he, Daddy?” Bucky coos, and Steve is quick to groan, to spread his thighs.

“So good, sweetheart. Listening to Buck so well.”

Fingers card through your hair, slow and luxurious, a movement that is not nearly long enough, and Bucky hums, whispers your name.

“Why don’t you take some more? Take Daddy deeper.”

You listen without hesitation this time, eager to do as Bucky says, eager to make Steve feel good. Your lips slide down Steve’s cock with only slight resistance, the girth of Steve taking you by surprise now that he’s in your mouth. You can only easily work half of him into your mouth, along the flat of your tongue, and Bucky reminds you quickly and quietly—

“Messy. Let him know.”

Your moan doesn’t need to be pulled out of you; it flows easily from the back of your throat and around your mouthful.

Bucky makes his own noise, presses messy kisses of his own to your cheek, close to your lips. He moves with you as you bob your head lazily, heavy sensation in your limbs and in the back of your head coupling with the feeling of your mouth being full. It’s a lot. It feels nice, more than nice. You feel thick fingertips rub at your scalp, dig into your hair, and the sensation prolongs your moan.

“Feels so good, sweetheart. Goddamn, doin’ so good. Buck is teachin’ you what I like so well, ain’t he?”

When Bucky’s hand comes up to wrap around the part of Steve’s cock you have yet to reach with your mouth, you pull your head back with a sloppy, wet noise. Your eyes meet his over his handful and it seems you're almost past the point of words, these pitiful noises the only form of communication you can manage at the moment. Bucky kisses you on the mouth, once, twice, three times, kisses so full of heat as you share the taste of his Daddy that you can’t help but pant and scramble for him.

“More?” he asks sweetly, husking the word out onto your damp bottom lip. You dig your fingers into the skin of his hip.

“More.”

This time the two of you move forward in sync, mouths reaching for any part of Steve’s cock you can manage, soft and needy noises pouring from both of your tongues. It’s almost as if you’re kissing Bucky, lips melding and moving together, but with Steve’s cock in the way, between your lips. It’s a fantasy you’ve had before, one so far out of reach you’ve shoved it to the depths of your mind, yet here it is right in front of you, one you are experiencing in real time.

You feel like an exposed nerve-ending, raw and alight and pulsing with untapped energy.

When your tongue reaches out to rub at the crown of Steve’s cock, Bucky’s tongue is already there, reaching for your own tongue with a whine. When you purse your lips and slip them down the impressive line of Steve’s length, sucking kisses onto the hot flesh as you go, Bucky leans down and sucks his own kisses onto his Daddy’s balls. It makes Steve’s groan sound basement-deep, makes him spread his meaty, denim-clad thighs where he relaxes back into the couch.

“Know what I like, sugar. There ya go,” he rasps out encouragingly, a growl of a noise as he reaches for the nape of Bucky’s neck, pulling him taut against his sac. “Gimme kisses there, baby. Fuck yeah…”

When Steve’s hand leaves Bucky’s neck, it reaches for your forehead, brushing your hair back from your face. Your eyelids flutter in time with the way your dick twitches and if your cheeks weren’t fully flushed before, they are definitely beet red at this point. Your mouth is on Steve’s cock. Your mouth, your lips and your tongue, are on Steve’s cock. You're sharing it with Bucky who sounds like he’s purring beneath you, his mouth full of his Daddy’s balls.

“Feels so fuckin’ good, sweetheart,” is all Steve says, simple yet gutting, and you can’t tell if it goes right to your dick or right to your head. Maybe both.

You gasp when you feel Bucky’s hand slip teasingly along your thigh, jaw unintentionally dropping open to perfectly allow for the fat tip of Steve’s cock to slip between your lips unintentionally. Bucky’s hand so close to your dick, groping purposefully, while Steve snatches up the opportunity to kick his hips up, to fuck himself into your mouth further, has you feeling like you’re barely tethered to the earth once again.

You don’t even process the sound of your gag, wet and filthy noise deaf on your own ears while your mouth is so very full. You hear Steve’s ragged moan though, hear Bucky’s whine as he reaches for you, his lips landing on your ear.

“Yeah, mhmm— take my Daddy deeper. S’good, so good.”

“Buck…shit, baby…”

All you can do is listen eagerly, whimper and nod your head as you welcome Steve into your mouth further, your throat easily constricting around the girth of his cock.

“Daddy,” Bucky murmurs into your ear but for Steve, voice strained and heavy. “Daddy, can I…can I ask to touch him?”

You moan around Steve, head bobbing as your tongue laps up the bitter burst of precome that floods your mouth, a direct reaction to Bucky’s request. You swallow it down happily.

“Sugar, you wanna touch him? How?” Steve’s voice is soft even if strained, fingers slipping through your hair once more. You feel Bucky nod his head, his nose brushing your cheek as he answers.

“Wanna…wanna stroke him off. He’s makin’ you feel so good, Daddy. Wanna make him feel so good. Can I? Is that okay?”

Oh god.

“Fuck, baby. Bein’ so nice, aren’t you? The sweetest. You ask him, Buck. Ask him nicely. Daddy said it’s okay.”

Bucky doesn’t miss a beat.

“Can I take you…take you out of your pants? Can I touch you?” Bucky asks against your temple, lips slick and soft like velvet, and you don’t bother pulling your head back; you nod your head and moan around your mouthful. Steve’s hand strokes roughly at your scalp, enough to grab your attention as he says to you, “Words, sweetheart. We need words.”

You whine.

“B-Bucky…please,” you sputter when you pull your head back, hips kicking forward as he palms the zipper of your jeans. “Please touch me.”

“That’s it, that’s nice…”

Bucky moves, sidles in close behind you, pulls you out of your pants with such ease and grace you’ll surely marvel at the feat later, how easily he unzips your jeans. His nimble fingers waste no time in wrapping themselves around your dick, tugging once and then twice, and you decide to be embarrassed about how close you are to already coming later. It’s like Bucky has touched you before, knows exactly how you like to be gripped, stroked. Your mouth is useless around Steve’s cock, unable to bob, unable to suck properly, not with Bucky’s fist tight around you.

Steve’s groan is more of a sigh when he slips from your lips, your own noise much higher and needier than his own. You can’t even lift your head properly, letting your cheek fall to Steve’s thigh briefly and clumsily.

“Buck…Bucky…”

Bucky hums into your neck, mouth opening directly over that spot under your ear. Your curse is bitten-off and mushy. Your legs spread as far as they can given your positioning and your pants, and even when you’re met with resistance, you press your hips forward right into Bucky’s hand anyway.

Steve’s petting turns insistent, gets more purposeful and you raise your head blindly with a whine. A strong hand grabs at your chin and you’re inclined to say thank you, but your words get lost in the way Bucky’s wrist twists on every upstroke.

“Love watchin’ you touch him, Buck. Know just how that hand feels and I can see it on his face, what I’ve felt, how good you make it,” Steve whispers, tipping your chin up towards him just so he can watch. The heat of Bucky against your back intensifies, grows, maybe because of the throb of Steve’s words, maybe because of the way your friend sucks on the skin of your neck and whimpers at his Daddy’s praise. Maybe both.

“You should make him come,” Steve says with a bit of a growl. “You should make him come, sugar. And then you can come up here and make your Daddy come too, swallow my load.”

You don’t even wait for Bucky to ask you—

“Please! Bucky, please make me come, I want it.”

Bucky’s hand gradually tightens around your dick, other hand wrapping briefly around the front of your throat before sliding down your chest. You watch as Steve takes himself in hand, fingers circling gently around his own girth, listening as Bucky says sweetly and thickly, “Yes, Daddy,” before he is whispering in your ear, “Let him feed it to you. Come with my Daddy’s cock in your mouth.”

Five strokes. You start to come after five strokes of your dick, firm and long and harsh. You barely wrap your lips around Steve’s cock by the time you feel that swirling build in your core, before your balls draw tight and the older man is pressing you down further on his length by a hand on the back of your head. Your ears roar as you moan around your mouthful, mouth slack as Steve fucks into it, Bucky’s hand wringing wave after wave out of you.

It is easily the most intense orgasm you have ever experienced, one you know will surely never be robbed of its title.

Your limbs are trembling as you come down, pulling off of Steve’s cock with a wet pop and a drawn-out whine. You can’t make out Bucky and Steve’s words, not a single one of them, their hushed and soothing tones adding to the headiness of the moment. Bucky’s lips press into the skin of your neck, your shoulder, your ear, Steve’s fingers slipping through your hair soothingly. When you pull your head back you can’t stop the drool that slips down your chin and follows Steve’s cock.

You’re well and truly gone but you know you could go again, your orgasm just barely taking the edge of the evening off. You feel that heat, that stir in the pit of your stomach, your groin, your breaths shaky as they shudder from your chest.

“So good, sugar, fuck. He’s shakin’, look at the state you put him in. S’my boy, my boy.”

You whimper, head no longer swimming, breaths coming easier. Bucky moves then, shifts around your hips, careful not to jostle you but quite obviously eager. He presses unexpected kisses to your lips when you turn to watch him move through half-lidded eyes. You watch as his hand reaches for Steve’s cock and you remember his orders—

You should make him come, sugar. And then you can come up here and make your Daddy come too, swallow my load…

The hesitancy of watching you felt earlier on in the evening is nowhere to be found as you look on as Bucky drops his jaw and fills his mouth with his Daddy’s cock. You can feel Steve’s groan down in your own toes, the line of your body pressed tightly to Steve’s thigh. You can just about feel the palpable relief in Bucky’s whimper around his mouthful. It’s both admirable and deeply erotic, seeing how desperately eager Bucky is to make Steve feel good, to make him come, even after he’s already made you come.

You can hear the unspoken words that are shared between the two of them through touch and eye contact, the intimacy doing wild things to your chest. Steve is quick to reassure you though, to include you, his arm slinging down and around your shoulders as you both watch on as Bucky brings him to orgasm.

The unspoken words dig deep into your center, but the filth that Steve spews for Bucky is otherworldly.

“Christ, babylove. Suck me so good, know just what I need. Don’t you? Know just what your Daddy needs? Fuck, that’s good, goddamn that’s it. S’gonna get me there, oh your filthy fuckin’ mouth is gonna get me there, sugar. Show’m how you make your Daddy come, show him…”

It happens with hot and swift urgency: Bucky moans, high and whiny, doubles the efforts of his slick mouth just in time for Steve to groan deep in his chest and clasp his hand around the nape of his baby’s neck, hips kicking up, grinding.

You aren’t surprised in the slightest that Steve is beautiful when he comes, when he is in the throes of an orgasm, but what does catch you off guard is how gorgeous Bucky looks being the one to bring Steve to his climax. He moans as if it’s his own, whimpers as he makes a show of swallowing, something you are able to witness up close. Steve is incredibly well endowed, girthy and long, and your jaw aches for Bucky’s own as you watch him easily swallow his Daddy down to the root. It’s an impressive feat, one that makes your dick ache, impossibly so.

Bucky drinks down his Daddy’s come expertly, with full enthusiasm and submission. It leaves you panting, your breath hitching just as it’s leveling out.

But that’s before Steve is pulling Bucky up to his lap, big hands scooping him up off of the floor, words hoarse but gentle as he warns you to move to make room so you don’t get knocked by a limb. You get dizzy yourself as you watch Steve spin Bucky around by his hips, turning him to face you on the floor before pulling Bucky down into his lap.

Your friend almost sounds like he’s hurting, like he’s frantically trying to run away from some sort of pain, whimpering his Daddy’s name over and over again.

“You’re alright, sugar. Hush, Daddy’s got you.”

With a smooth movement, Steve’s arm wraps up and around Bucky’s chest, fingers curling around the column of his throat. His other hand reaches for Bucky’s dick, his pants undone in an instant.

“Sweetheart?” Steve asks, the question and endearment guided towards you. You feel like you’re watching through hazy vision, slow and syrupy and kneeling there in front of the other two men. You nod your head slowly but can’t seem to look up at the older man, eyes transfixed on the way Bucky’s dick looks wrapped up in his Daddy’s thick fingers.

“Sweetheart, look at me. There you go, thank you. Bucky— Daddy said hush.”

You have got to get yourself a Daddy, you decide.

“You’ve done so much for Bucky tonight, listening to him and letting him guide you and tell you what to do…”

Steve’s hand pumps around Bucky’s weeping erection but you try your hardest to keep your eyes on Steve’s commanding ones. You swallow as he presses a sharp bite to the hinge of Bucky’s jaw, the movement forcing a sharp whine from your friend’s mouth.

“But I want you to do something for me now. Will you do somethin’ for me, sweetheart?”

You nod your head without thought but Steve ignores it momentarily.

“Wait. I want you to swallow Bucky’s load. I’m gonna stroke him off until he tells me he’s close—”

“Close, close!”

“— and then I’m gonna feed him to you, just the tip. And you’re gonna swallow everything, every last drop. Can you do that for me, honey?”

It’s your turn to whine. You don’t stop to think about how this might change your relationship with Bucky, how this may be a turning point, how things may be awkward after this point of knowing what his come tastes like. You lean forward, reaching for Steve’s knees, sticking your tongue out.

You can’t think of anything else you want more in this world.

“Good, that’s good. Tell Buck, tell him you want it.”

“Close! Daddy!”

“Baby, hold it.”

“I—”

You lean forward eagerly, Steve slowing his hand so you can press your lips against the tip of Bucky’s dick, giving it small kitten licks. Your mouth waters.

“B-Bucky, I want it. Want…want your come in my mouth. Want to swallow your—”

“Aww, fuck that’s sweet. Ain’t he sweet, Buck?”

Bucky’s response is garbled and frantic, words hard to discern, even moreso with his head tipped back onto Steve’s shoulder, hips kicking up something fierce. One taste has you hungry, has you famished, and you dip your head to mouth at Bucky’s balls.

“That’s it, that’ll make him come. Won’t it, sugar? Too bad you can’t get your mouth on his hole; could have him squealin’.”

Bucky sobs.

“Daddy, I can’t—! I’m coming, I’m coming! Please, I can’t—”

“Go on, baby. He’s ready for you, ready to take it all, come on.”

Steve’s hand strokes over Bucky, deep and hard, pulls drawn out. He doesn’t pick up the speed of his movements, doesn’t rush. He releases Bucky’s throat, reaches for the nape of your neck and guides you up and forward, hand moving on Bucky’s dick.

“There you go, there it is…”

You wrap your lips around the tip of Bucky’s dick just in time. He’s the perfect size, you think, just before the first taste of come splashes onto your tongue. You aren’t sure what you expect, but Steve continuing to jerk Bucky off while you drink him down is not it. When your friend moans, high pitched and whiny, all three of you moan in unison.

This is a shared orgasm, a shared experience. What Steve and Bucky have felt tonight, you too have felt. The pleasure between the three of you, that lives in each of you individually, is palpable and intoxicating.

Steve’s fist brushes against your lips again and again, slow to pull Bucky’s orgasm directly from his soul it seems, and feeds it to you. You do as you’re told and drink every last drop down, eyes half-lidded as you look up the line of Bucky’s body, enthralled. He’s beautiful, you’ve always thought so, but there’s something so raw and vulnerable about sharing this climax with your friend and his partner.

You’re never going to forget this night, you think with confidence.

You don’t think twice as you slump forward to rest your head on Bucky’s thigh, breathing heavily through your nose. Hands delve through your hair and you’re not sure if they belong to Bucky or Steve. You don’t care whose they are; they feel incredible.

The silence that settles upon the three of you is companionable, comforting. There’s no awkwardness to it, no tension. As you let your eyes fall closed, you feel like the three of you share a few breaths, deep and grounding. You try your hardest not to think about walking away from tonight, of walking away from them. Instead, you force yourself to focus on the present, on how your body feels, on how you feel having been able to provide such pleasure to both men.

The fingers in your hair pull tight just a smidgen.

“Hmm?”

Were they talking to you?

“See? I wouldn’t want to send him home tonight anyway, but look at him, Steve. He should stay.”

You missed an entire conversation it seems. How deep had you been in your head?

“Can he stay, Daddy?”

Steve doesn’t miss a beat.

“Of course he can, baby. Sweetheart? We’d like it if you’d stay the night. We can take a quick shower and hop in bed. That sounds nice, right?”

The moan you let out is damn near pornographic, Steve’s chuckle reaching your toes and Bucky’s giggle sweeter than spun sugar.

“It’s settled. Why don’t you boys go get in the shower while I get a few things ready for the night. Does that sound okay?”

That sounds more than okay to you and you nod your head in agreement when Bucky murmurs out an easy and perfect—

“Yes, Daddy.”