Obsession: The Seven Deadly Sins

P R I D E

Pride [prīd]

(n.) a feeling of deep pleasure or satisfaction derived from one's own achievements
Synonym: Vainglory

Kink: Praise

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POV Steve Rogers in 1935 alone at Steve's Apartment

"Hey," I greet Bucky as he walks in and sets down his things.

His eyes rake over every inch of my body and, before he says a word, I can tell what he's thinking. We've been friends for a while, but we've only been together for about two months so while it's easy for me to read him, it's not always equally as easy to muster up the courage to act on it.

"Is your mom home?" He asks, stepping out of his shoes as I close and lock the front door behind him.

"She's not, she left a few minutes ago for a long shift at the hospital," I explain. "Won't be home until the morning she said."

"That so?" He looks at me again, a newfound look in his eyes. "Come," he grabs my hand and walks us into my room, leaving the door hanging wide open.

"What is it?" I ask right before he grabs my face and kisses me voraciously. "Mmm," I hum into his mouth, still unused to the part of our relationship where I get to do the things with him that I've always imagined.

He pulls back, grabbing me through the thin fabric of my pants. "Already aching for me, huh Steve?"

I exhale gruffly, wishing I was as good with words as he is. I simply nod, not sure if I should trust my voice to come out with something coherent right now.

He kisses me anew, dragging his hands up and down my body like he was starving for me all day before this, occasionally massaging me through my pants and making me writhe beneath his touch.

"Please," I hear myself whispering in a quick moment when he pulls away from my lips to do something else.

"Now you're begging me?" He chuckles softly, endearingly. "What do you want? You have to tell me what you want, Steve, or I can't give it to you."

"That... that thing you did last time," I say, embarrassed for even thinking about it.

He smirks and kisses me gently before beginning to undo my buttons and dropping to his knees. The fabric is peeled back rapidly, but I'm only bare for a second before he pulls me into his mouth and bobs his head back and forth.

My body feels like it might go limp from the influx of pleasure, and I never want it to end. My fingers gently rest atop his head, entangled in his mousy brown hair, as I try to hold myself off longer than last time. He suctions with his mouth and swirls his tongue expertly, and I groan in delight without even realizing that I'm doing it. The sound genuinely surprises me when it slips out, and more keep coming every second that passes.

"Bucky," I moan his name, watching him swallow as I release down his throat.

He stands and kisses me deeply. "Less than a minute, Steve," he says when he pulls away.

I struggle to come out with anything, I'm so embarrassed. I don't know if I've ever even finished that quickly with my own hand, but never mind someone else- not that there's been anyone else anyway. "I-"

"Steve, isn't it astonishing how I've already mastered..." he leans over to my ear. "Sucking you dry?"

I feel myself getting riled up again. "Bucky, I-"

"I think," he leans back and looks me in the eye again. "I think it's about time you learn how to do it too."

"I'm not as good as you are, remember?" I remind him. "I could never get you to... in less than a minute."

"You'll never get there with that attitude, baby," he answers. "I'll instruct you, don't worry."

"You will?" I look up at him with hope. He knows I want to be able to do this well, so hopefully my determination and his instruction will be enough.

He nods. "Follow me," he tells me, and I follow him to the floor where he sits down with his legs parted. I lay on my stomach before him and started to undo his buttons.

My face burns as I do so, self-consciousness overtaking me as I realize what I've set myself up for. I've never been very good at this, mind you, that's likely because I've only ever done it twice... but still.

I stroke him first with my hand and look up waiting for instruction. "Kiss me," he looks down at himself, so I kiss his abdomen slowly, dragging my lips across his skin to feel his body jump from the sensitivity of the bare skin.

"Take off your shirt?" I ask, and he obliges. I feel myself growing hard again beneath my body weight, but I ignore it for the sake of this experience.

Without asking, I pull him into my mouth and nearly choke on the enormity of it. I suck my cheeks in like he told me last time and move my mouth up and down along his shaft.

He lets out a shuddering moan. "Just like that," he finally says softly. "Mmmm," he hums in quick succession.

I keep going, every so often switching it up like he had done and bringing my tongue swirling into the mix. His groans grow more frequent, and his fingers tangle into my hair.

"Good," his voice is deep and strained. "Keep going, yeah," he moans. "Like that, fuck."

My erection is straining against my pants and the floor, making me undulate my hips for some friction while I start stroking him faster with my mouth. I can't help it, the extra motion, but the way he's speaking to me is absolutely wrecking me.

I hum against him and he jerks his hips up, pushing deep into my throat, making me grip his thighs tightly. "You feel damn good, Steve," he adds.

I look up at him as best as I can and notice that he's watching me work, and when our gazes catch, he smirks. "You're doing so good," he murmurs. "I'm fucking close," his eyes squeeze shut and I focus back in on the task at hand.

I massage his legs and inner thighs as he starts pushing his hips up to meet my movements. I thrust myself onto the floor as well, unable to hold back until he was done.

"Fuck yes," he moans unabashedly. "Faster," he requests. "Don't stop, yeah just like that... I'm gonna come, fuck, Steve, oh god-"

I swallow as he releases down my throat, the heat of it warming my insides as I continue to rut against the floor until he's good and done.

When I finally sit up again, he yanks me close to him. "Let me taste what I gave you," he steals a kiss from me, dipping his tongue into my mouth with vigor. "And you're hard again, huh?"

I nod. "Yeah, I just... I liked your reactions to what I was doing to you."

His eyelids fluttered. "You're fucking perfect," he said. "You did so well too, I couldn't hold off at the end there. I barely had to instruct you, I'm kind of... proud actually."

"Thanks," I feel myself smile meekly.

He grabs me through my pants and starts stroking slowly. "Although," he starts. "I think it's time I taught you something a little more... intimate."