For Better or for Worse (Stucky)

Recollection

Sam felt guilty, though he knew he'd done the right thing by listening to his gut feeling. Sitting on his couch, he plugged the USB stick into his laptop and put in headphones as soon as he saw it were video files -living alone but still not feeling comfortable without knowing what he might find-.
Swallowing harshly, he opened the first file, biting his lower lip as he watched the screen.

„Why are you recording?" Bucky asked, smiling up at Rumlow who entered the frame.
„Just for fun. So I can look at my beautiful baby whenever I'm not with you." Rumlow replied, his voice soft and quiet as he sat down with him, kissing his cheek.
„Pff..." Bucky giggled softly, a blush tinting his cheeks. „You're beautiful."
Running his hands through his hair, Rumlow smiled at him softly. „Thank you. What would you like to do, hm?"

Bucky turned his head softly, closing his eyes as he eased into his touch.
Sam watched and analyzed his actions, how despite being completely different these days, Bucky still showed affection in the same way. Still leant into touches, finding comfort in being held and caressed. „I want to be a good boy for you."
„As long as you are with me, you know you're a good boy. And as long as you're safe. You know I can't loose you. I can't." Rumlow said, running his fingers through Bucky's hair and moving his other hand, pulling Bucky close by his hips and onto his lap.
„I know." Bucky said, slowly moving and kissing Rumlow's neck carefully. „I want to make you happy. I want to please you, sir. Please."

Sam shuddered -just like Rumlow did-, though for very different reasons.
„Is that so, baby boy?" Rumlow grinned, running his hand over Bucky's back and down into his pants.
„Yes. Please let me." He whispered into his ear, biting his earlobe softly, causing Rumlow to jerk his head to the side.
„No marks. I'm working tomorrow." Rumlow said, moving slightly and kissing Bucky's neck, teeth grazing along his skin, earning a surprised shudder from him.
„Okay. I'm sorry." Bucky replied, pushing his hips down slightly and gasping when Rumlow bit his skin.

„No need to apologize, baby boy. Get on your knees." Rumlow instructed him, grinning when Bucky slowly slid down from his lap, crotch staying in contact with Rumlow's leg as he kneeled down in front of him, knees spread slightly.
Rumlow grinned, left hand on Bucky's head as he used the other one to hold his weight as he leant back slightly, moving his leg against Bucky's crotch. „You like that, baby?"
Bucky nodded against his hand eagerly, moving his hips against his leg as well, shaking slightly.

Sam inhaled deeply, knowing he shouldn't be watching this. Knowing it was wrong and messed up in so many ways, but feeling unable to stop. Telling himself this might make him understand Bucky better, enable him to help him handle his trauma.
„Lemme handle this." Rumlow said, moving slightly and grabbing Bucky's hair, putting it up carefully with a hairtie he'd had on his wrist. Running his hand over his cheek, he bent down and kissed his temple, grinning as he sucked his earlobe. „You look so needy baby, it's driving me crazy."

„Let me..." Bucky moaned softly, tilting his head back. „I want to make you feel good."
Rumlow grinned slightly, moving a bit and pushing his leg up against Bucky again, hearing his moans. „That's a good boy. Go ahead, baby."
Bucky started moving right away, obviously having been waiting for his explicit permission. Hands shooting up, he opened Rumlow's dark jeans, pulling them down with his boxers, smirking slightly as his erection shot up at him.
Sam shuddered again, moving uncomfortable as he looked over his shoulder. Knowing no one could be watching, but feeling squirmish and bad.

„Please. Let me undress you." Bucky inquired, hands on Rumlow's strong thighs. Pulling down his pants completely as Rumlow lifted himself up from the bed slightly, making it easier for him and grinning as he watched him.
Spreading his legs slightly, he leant his head back as Bucky started kissing his inner thighs, lips wet and flushed. Adjusting his angles and movements according to how Rumlow's hand moved his head. „You can leave marks there, baby boy. That's fine."
Bucky nodded eagerly, pushing his still dressed frame up against Rumlow's leg again, starting to suck his inner thighs eagerly, grinding his hips against his leg and moaning against his skin.