Project 1940S

Chapter 19

"Bucky you're back!" I exclaimed as he stepped through the front door, looking exhausted. He dropped his bag as the door closed behind him, before pulling off the wig. He enveloped me in his arms and then let out a low growl, running his nose along the side of my neck. "Bucky?" 

"I can smell Steve on you." He growled, before kissing along my neck as well. "God you smell good." 

I whimpered, snuggling into him. Steve came around the corner at that moment, grinning when he saw the two of us. "Welcome home Buck." 

I shrugged out of Buckys' embrace so that Steve could come over, wrapping his arms around his husband. Bucky grabbed his face with one hand, kissing him aggressively, which Steve responded to enthusiastically, grabbing the front of Buckys' Winter Soldier uniform, pushing him against the door. 

I bit my bottom lip, watching them clash together. Bucky grabbed a fistful of Steves' short hair, yanking his head back so he could bite his throat. Steve growled, something that made arousal painfully prominent in my lower regions. 

"Buck. . . audience." Steve grumbled. 

Bucky huffed, the two of them slowly untangling from each other and I blushed. "Oh don't stop on my account. I'll go busy myself in the kitchen." 

"That might be a good idea." Steve said, starting to smirk. "I do have to take care of something." 

I was red as an apple and quickly dashed to the kitchen, stifling my squeals by biting the palm of my hand. I clenched my legs tightly together, trying to breathe as I heard the two of them go- not upstairs to their bedroom- but to the living room. 

"Goodness." I mumbled, going to the fridge, trying to ignore what sounded like leather being aggressively taken off. I opened the freezer, grabbing a carton of Stark Ice-cream, cookie n' cream flavored. I grabbed a spoon as well, trying to ignore it as Steve's voice came cooing from the living room. 

"That wasn't so bad. Right Buck?" 

I got up quietly from my chair, unable to stop myself from creeping out to look around the corner at the living room. I quickly drew back, seeing that Steve was sitting on the couch, not far from me. Bucky was standing with his back to the both of us, his wrists above his head, resting them on the wall. 

Bucky had quiet noises coming from his throat and I finally let myself look a little lower. His pants were down at his knees, a huge shiny silver plug protruding from his cheeks. His legs were together, his cock hanging down, dripping against his pants. 

"It was only one mission and the plug isn't even that big." Steve continued, his voice dark and pleased, "For you." 

Bucky turned his head just a little and I could see that he was wearing his mouth mask again, though the mask that went over his eyes was gone. He was also still wearing his Winter Soldier arm with the red star. 

There was a faint handprint on his ass and I had to bite my palm again, feeling completely turned on. 

Something must've given me away because even though Steve didn't turn around and Bucky couldn't see me, Steve said, "How does he look Princess?" 

"Uh- Um- sorry." I whispered. 

"Come here." Steve demanded. 

I walked forwards as though in a trance, Steve holding out a hand, which I took and he swiftly pulled me into his lap. I could feel his bulge that was trapped in his jeans against the curve of my butt as I sat there. I felt like I was trembling and Steve soothingly kissed the top of my head. "How does he look?" 

Bucky let out muffled moans and I looked at Steve, seeing that he had a remote control in his hand. He was controlling Bucky's pleasure, just as he had done mine, just with a different. . . would the right word be tool?