Obsession: The Seven Deadly Sins

G L U T T O N Y

Glut•ton•y [ˈɡlət(ə)nē]

(n.) over-consumption and lack of self-restraint in food, drink, or wealth items; over-indulgence
Synonym: Voracity

Kink: Food Play

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POV Steve in 2015 alone at Stark Tower

Still trying to catch my breath from the end of my workout, I walk over to the kitchen. It's late, and I probably should get to bed, but it's the middle of July and insanely hot outside; I need something cold to cool me down before hitting the showers.

Opening up the freezer, I notice that all the ice pops are gone, probably Stark's or Banner's doing. I see a carton of unopened vanilla ice cream and decide a scoop or two would suffice.

I grab a bowl and scoop some into it, promptly replacing it in the freezer, and grabbing some chocolate syrup and whipped cream from the fridge to add on top for good measure. Leaning against the island, I take a bite, wondering just how long it's been since I've eaten something so sweet and flavorful.

"Midnight snack?" Bucky pads in, rubbing his eyes groggily.

"Did I wake you?" I wonder, lifting another spoonful to my mouth and clumsily dropping some. It splatters on my thigh, as I'm only wearing 5-inch inseam gym shorts. "Shit," I grumbled, reaching for the sweat towel I have slung over my shoulder.

"You didn't," he replies, walking over to me and taking the towel from my hands. "Let me get it."

I watch him crouch down and drop the towel on the floor, proceeding to lick the ice cream off of my leg. "Buck-"

"Mmm," he stands, wiping his mouth. "Sweet and salty."

I smile down at him. "I was just working out."

"I can tell," his eyes scour over my nearly-naked form. "You're practically glistening... and pumped like a god."

"Well, I wouldn't go that far," I scoff playfully, taking the last, melted spoonful from my bowl and leading it to my mouth.

Bucky's eyes are trained on my motion, following the spoon and swiftly chasing after it. He kisses my lips where it drips slightly, and I kiss him back with the remaining scoop still lingering on my tongue.

He pulls away and I follow his gaze to the whipped cream and chocolate syrup still sitting on the counter.

"Get on the counter, Steve," he demands, quickly yanking off his shirt and grabbing the chocolate syrup, drizzling it lightly over my abdomen after I've done what he's asked of me.

I watch in utter surprise as he climbs up between my legs and starts licking it off, grabbing my dick through my shorts as he does so. I surprise myself with a moan when he pulls my shorts off, tossing them to the floor and adding his to the pile too before climbing back up.

The whipped cream is in his hand before I can say anything about us being naked on a kitchen counter, and he sprays some into my mouth. He meets me halfway and kisses the extra away as I smile, his tongue diving into my mouth as his hands roam across my body.

He squirts more on my chest and lower abdomen, even some on my pelvis, and comes at me from the side. He licks my nipple clean and I squirm beneath him simply begging for more friction lower down. All in due time though, as he moves on to my abdomen and eats away the line of cream he left there a moment ago.

Now, he's sitting on my chest facing away from me with no shame. "Bucky, Jesus Christ," I grab his ass and let my fingers meander up the sides of his body.

He moans, throwing his head back and grabbing my thighs tightly. Without further warning he licks the cream from my shaft, bending over and exposing himself to me. I catch myself thrusting up to meet his mouth before he's had the chance to lick me clean, likely from the obscenity of the sight before me.

"Fuck," I groan as he finally takes me into his mouth. I grab his balls and watch him jerk his hips forward in response, humming against my dick in the process.

Watching him react like that is enough to make me grab his hips, pull him closer, and eventually start stroking him in long, hard motions. His hips buck in cadence with my movement, so I take him into my mouth too.

He groans and takes me out of his mouth for a second. "You're distracting me," he mumbles, his body shaking. "Holy fuck," he adds before letting out another sound that drives me wild.

After a moment I feel the warmth of his mouth meet my skin again. It feels like we're a mass of swaying sex, just rolling together in one complete motion for the sake of our collective pleasure.

I grab his thighs, his abdomen, his balls, whatever I can as I get closer to letting myself explode down his throat. In the silence of the empty tower, the only sound emanates from us; the sucking and wetness between our mouths and the others' appendages.

He suddenly shakes and I feel him finish in my mouth, moaning like he's lost all sense of reality. Coming down from that high, he picks up at full speed until I do the same, his name falling from my lips like I'm a man gone wild.

Eventually, we sit up and I notice a mess of chocolate and whipped cream smattered across the counter. "Damn, we gotta clean this up."

"We would've had to have cleaned it up anyway, considering people eat off of it," he laughed, pulling my lips to his for a final kiss.

"I guess that's true," I reply, noticing for the first time how sticky my torso is from what was decidedly some sort of foreplay. "Although... it seems like I should have ice cream more often."

"You and me both," he agrees wholeheartedly.