Yeah? Planning on giving me a few more when you get back here? Pretty sure you left at least one somewhere on my ass last time. Oh, there we go.
[Have a picture of Sam turned around now, Steve. He's starting to regret wearing these jeans, but hey, the pictures are turning out really well. The waistband is low enough to reveal the part where Sam's ass starts and sure enough, there's a bruise right there, and another half-hidden the pants.]
Starting to think I'm going to be the one ambushed later, at the rate things are going.
[ Yeah, he'd agree, those photos are turning out great. And even better, no one seems to realize he knows how to use a phone so they don't even notice what he's doing most of the time.
Steve saves those photos rather shamelessly, and god, yeah, that bruise looks really nice. ] I'd apologize but I'm pretty sure I wouldn't mean it.
[He has no idea where on earth the idea that Steve Rogers is all innocent and wholesome came from. The man is a menace and a punk, and Sam loves that about him.]
See, at least you're honest about it. I appreciate that in a man. In fact, here's a token of appreciation for you.
[It's a photo of Sam lying back on the couch now, one hand down the front of his pants, eyes half-lidded as he takes the picture.]
[ It's the blonde hair, man, and the little smile. Makes everyone think he's innocent. ]
That's a pretty good token.
[ Steve has to put the phone down a moment, though, and get his shit back under control, tilting back in his seat a moment. Maybe this wasn't a good idea, because he's going to have to walk out of here with his cock hard and obvious and god. God. ]
I would say that sounds like a great idea except for me having a very obvious problem when I try to walk out of here.
[His good manners towards little old ladies probably help, too. And the fact that when the media catches Steve starting shit, it's usually because of heroic deeds and such.]
Hey, I did warn you. But fine, I'll be good and not send you things anymore for a little so you can calm down.
You'll just have to use your imagination in the meantime. ;)
[There's a pause while he thinks this one idea through, then decides - why not? Getting Steve all worked up usually gets him fantastic results.]
Maybe I'll take a video now anyway and just not send it to you. Let you watch it later when you're here.
There's no stopping me from imagining it now, alright, that ship sailed. Also, you should send it to me now, anyway.
[ Steve reads that next text message and excuses himself for the bathroom for a moment, mostly so he can stand up and adjust himself and splash water on his face. Jesus what a piss poor idea if he doesn't want everyone to know what he's doing on his phone. ]
[Reading the first couple of messages, Sam has to laugh quietly to himself and decides to just give in. To some extent]
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[Besides that emote, there's a video attachment this time, one that shows Sam sprawled out on his back on the couch with his jeans shoved down further than in the previous pictures. One arm is raised, propped up on the backrest, to film the whole thing, while his other hand is notably wrapped around his cock, thumb teasing lightly at the head. Sam looks to be panting quietly, his hand starting to move faster. About a minute or so into the video though, he grins, winks at the camera, and ends the feed.]
[ He does, on the other hand, have an idea of what Sam just sent him. He doesn't have any headphones right now so he doesn't dare turn on the audio, but he watches, and then when it's done sets his phone down and splashes his face with water again. Christ, thinking of things that aren't sexy isn't helping, but the idea of going into the bathroom to jerk off is just wrong so he stays there a few more moments and just as he's about to leave, Barton waltzes in and says, Meeting's over, good job ditching before it got boring and starts to take a leak.
He's so hideously pleased that he dips out of the bathroom in a heartbeat and heads for the garage instead, opening up a text. ]
[ briefly, he toys with the idea of ordering it. He's discovered that he likes both ends of the spectrum - being ordered around, and doing the ordering, and it means he's at least willing to mess around within that. Based on how Sam responds, he'll adjust accordingly- they don't have to do it and he hopes Sam knows that. He toys with the idea of Falcon or something else, but no, he doesn't want to cross those. ]
[They'd only briefly toyed with the concept before, but finds that it's pushing the right buttons with him now. Still, he tries to push, just a little, to see what happens.]
All right, Captain. Do you want me to prepare myself or would you want to do that yourself?
[35 minutes is more than enough time for that. He finally strips off completely, folding his clothes and setting them aside before heading to the linen closet to fetch himself a towel so he won't end up ruining the couch.
Prepping himself isn't exactly a chore, but when all he really wants right now is Steve opening him relentlessly up, it's something he has to bear while keeping himself from getting too close to the edge. He doesn't doubt there will be consequences if he goes against Steve's order now.
This really isn't how he'd expected his "ambush" to go, but hey, this is working out better than expected in a lot of ways.]
[ If he drives a little faster, if he takes a few short-cuts and maybe pushes the whole speeding thing just a touch, well, it's understandable, he figures. Steve takes the freeway down, and gets caught in only a few moments of traffic before he makes it home fairly on time. There's no point in trying to be stealthy with his bike, so he doesn't bother, pulling up into the garage and easing inside.
The jacket gets tossed over a chair, and Steve moves into the living room to the bedroom, lingering in the doorway with a hip cocked. ]
Hey.
[ It's not the military brusqueness from before, just a low, pleased little rumble to his voice. ]
[And there's Sam, all spread out naked on the bed, three fingers still rocking slowly inside himself. His other hand is fisted in the sheets, an obvious attempt to follow Steve's order not to come.
His face is flushed, and when his eyes, previously glazed over, focus on Steve's form in the doorway, he lets out a moan of relief.
He'd heard the roar of the bike pulling up to the house, of course, but he'd wondered if Steve would keep him waiting, draw it out even further. Hearing Steve's voice wash over him, low and hungry, makes him shudder, and he has to fight the urge to speed his fingers up.]
[ He could've kept him waiting, could have made him drag this out but that's not going to happen because Steve's level of patience - while decent, seems to be utterly ruined when it comes to Sam.
He strips off everything but his khakis in a hurry, and toes his boots off, making his way over to Sam with a slow smile, crawling up the bottom of the bed to settle between Sam's thighs. ]
Keep going.
[ His hands start at Sam's ankles, shifting them further apart, and then work their way up to his knees, fingers dragging along the insides of his thighs until he's got Sam's hips held firmly, watching his fingers push in and out of himself. Yeah, patience isn't happening right now. ]
[Steve's hands on his skin startle him, and his breath stutters at his touch. He shoves his fingers in deeper, twists them before he can stop himself, and he swears at the sensation.]
Yes.
[It comes out a whimper, his skin feeling hot and like it's stretched over his bones too tightly. So maybe he's partly to blame for the situation he's in now, but the sight of Steve smiling at him, eyes glinting like he just wants to swallow him whole --
He shudders, back arching in an attempt to pressing himself up against Steve. It's all worth it, in his opinion]
[ Because seriously, all of the above are tempting. He knows he wants his mouth all over Sam. The specifics of it aren't exactly important, it's more this just needs to happen.
Rimming is tempting, and Steve's fingers slide back, tracing where Sam's hole is stretched and open against his own fingers. Means he can't kiss him until he brushes afterward, though, so with that decided, Steve angles himself over and parts his lips, pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses to the crown of Sam's cock. ]
[He's about to retort with a smart remark, but it just ends up as a moan when Steve teases at the rim of his hole with calloused fingers, then mouths against his cock. His hips jerk up before he can stop himself, trying to get more, and he whines quietly when Steve pulls away again.]
You are such a tease. The worst boyfriend --
[Another probing stroke of Steve's fingers between his legs makes him stop just to swear, his free hand reaching down to tangle in Steve's hair just so he has something to hold on to. He feels so high strung by that point, so on edge that the pleas just fall from his lips.]
Damn it, Steve, please.
[At least Steve had the ride to calm down a little before getting here. Sam just wants to come right now.]
[ Steve smothers a laugh against the inside of Sam's thigh, biting at it playfully, trailing little nips and sucking bruises lightly against his skin until he reaches the crease of his thigh and then works his way up. Dunno how I'm the worst, is murmured into his hip, Steve's mouth trailing up his belly, biting just below his bellybutton with a little grin. ]
I think the 'worst boyfriend' would just let you finish this up yourself.
[ Steve's head tilts into Sam's hand, letting him guide him if he likes, but for the moment he's shifting up and over Sam, parting his lips and sliding his tongue out just a touch to drag it up the underside of Sam's cock. Blue eyes roll up to meet Sam's, eyebrows raised, the invitation clear if he wants to take it. ]
[The feeling of Steve's tongue on his cock is almost too much - almost, but still not enough. After teetering on that edge for so long, he needs a bit more to push him over, so that offer's not something he's about to turn down right now (or, like, ever if he's honest with himself). Carefully, he leads Steve's head down further so he can take Sam's cock into his mouth.
He hisses as that wet heat sinks down on him, and he can't help the way his hips jerk up, just a little. Sinking back down against the fingers still inside of him, he moves slowly, gasping out and making hurt little noises as he alternates between fucking Steve's mouth and fucking himself back onto his fingers.
He bites his lip, trying to maintain what little dignity he has left (though let's be real, that's usually the first thing that flies out the door when Steve's involved these days).]
God, I'm close.
[That's about all he can choke out right now, working himself steadily towards completion.]
[ It's all he manages to get out before he swallows down Sam's cock, letting it sit heavy and thick on his tongue, pushing himself forward until he's got his nose nearly pressed to Sam's stomach.
Truthfully, he's a little surprised Sam's lasted this long, given how long it's been.
Steve slips both hands up and pushes one over Sam's thighs, easing him back and spreading them apart just a little bit to make it easier for him to go down on Sam while he's between his legs like that. Some creative shifting and he's left with a little more room to work, bobbing his head slow and steady down over Sam's cock, precome salty on his tongue.
He hears what he says, of course, but he's not about to stop him; Sam's been patient, and Steve wants him to, likes being able to do this with him, for him, wants to swallow it down. ]
[His mind blanks as Steve speeds up his ministrations on his cock, crying out as he fucks up into that mouth, knowing that Steve can (and has) take it. Stimulated from both the front and the back, it doesn't take much longer for him to go over that edge at last.
The heat in his belly spikes, and he tries to hold on, at least to warn Steve, but all he manages is a choked off whimper of Steve's name and he then he's spilling, the pleasure more intense than he's used to. He tries to muffle the sounds he makes by turning his head and hiding his face in the pillow, but it doesn't work very well.
As the high starts to fade, he slumps back down on the bed, fingers releasing the hold he had on Steve's hair, petting him apologetically for the rough treatment. He slowly eases his other set of fingers from his hole now, too, wincing at the feeling. Absently wiping them on the wash cloth he'd laid out on the bed just for that purpose, he tugs Steve up so that he can kiss him.]
That was -- that sure was something.
[If he isn't quite as eloquent as he usually is, he's pretty sure no one can really blame him after an orgasm like that.]
[ Steve can't stop himself from grinding down into the blankets, too caught up in the thickness in his mouth and how tight Sam would be around his fingers or his cock to be able to stop.
He doesn't need a warning; Sam coming is exactly the intent, that's the point. The first few bursts of salt hit him and Steve slides his mouth down further, swallows him down and swallows each pulse of it, groaning around him.
Sam's fingers slip out and Steve gives him two final strokes, and licks him clean before letting himself get dragged up, lips red and shiny from it. He doesn't bother resisting the kiss, licking into Sam's mouth with a low groan of approval. It's filthy, but it's one of his favorite things to do, kissing Sam after Sam's gone down on him. ]
[He groans against Steve's mouth, something warm and possessive settling in his belly at the taste of himself on Steve's tongue. When he pulls back at last, he's still trying to catch his breath, slowly coming down from that high.
Having Steve settle himself carefully over him, still hot and hard against his thigh, has Sam trying to roll his hips up, tired and oversensitive as he is, whining quietly at the feeling of cloth against his skin. He paws at the waistband of Steve's pants, fumbling with the button and zipper.]
So're you, but I'd like it better if I could see all of you now.
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[Have a picture of Sam turned around now, Steve. He's starting to regret wearing these jeans, but hey, the pictures are turning out really well. The waistband is low enough to reveal the part where Sam's ass starts and sure enough, there's a bruise right there, and another half-hidden the pants.]
Starting to think I'm going to be the one ambushed later, at the rate things are going.
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[ Yeah, he'd agree, those photos are turning out great. And even better, no one seems to realize he knows how to use a phone so they don't even notice what he's doing most of the time.
Steve saves those photos rather shamelessly, and god, yeah, that bruise looks really nice. ]
I'd apologize but I'm pretty sure I wouldn't mean it.
They look good on you.
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See, at least you're honest about it. I appreciate that in a man. In fact, here's a token of appreciation for you.
[It's a photo of Sam lying back on the couch now, one hand down the front of his pants, eyes half-lidded as he takes the picture.]
Maybe I should send you a video next.
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That's a pretty good token.
[ Steve has to put the phone down a moment, though, and get his shit back under control, tilting back in his seat a moment. Maybe this wasn't a good idea, because he's going to have to walk out of here with his cock hard and obvious and god. God. ]
I would say that sounds like a great idea except for me having a very obvious problem when I try to walk out of here.
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Hey, I did warn you. But fine, I'll be good and not send you things anymore for a little so you can calm down.
You'll just have to use your imagination in the meantime. ;)
[There's a pause while he thinks this one idea through, then decides - why not? Getting Steve all worked up usually gets him fantastic results.]
Maybe I'll take a video now anyway and just not send it to you. Let you watch it later when you're here.
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There's no stopping me from imagining it now, alright, that ship sailed. Also, you should send it to me now, anyway.
[ Steve reads that next text message and excuses himself for the bathroom for a moment, mostly so he can stand up and adjust himself and splash water on his face. Jesus what a piss poor idea if he doesn't want everyone to know what he's doing on his phone. ]
I'm in the bathroom. Stark was giving me a look.
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[Besides that emote, there's a video attachment this time, one that shows Sam sprawled out on his back on the couch with his jeans shoved down further than in the previous pictures. One arm is raised, propped up on the backrest, to film the whole thing, while his other hand is notably wrapped around his cock, thumb teasing lightly at the head. Sam looks to be panting quietly, his hand starting to move faster. About a minute or so into the video though, he grins, winks at the camera, and ends the feed.]
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[ He does, on the other hand, have an idea of what Sam just sent him. He doesn't have any headphones right now so he doesn't dare turn on the audio, but he watches, and then when it's done sets his phone down and splashes his face with water again. Christ, thinking of things that aren't sexy isn't helping, but the idea of going into the bathroom to jerk off is just wrong so he stays there a few more moments and just as he's about to leave, Barton waltzes in and says, Meeting's over, good job ditching before it got boring and starts to take a leak.
He's so hideously pleased that he dips out of the bathroom in a heartbeat and heads for the garage instead, opening up a text. ]
On my way back. Don't come before I get there.
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Mm, but if I come now, I'd be able to last longer when you get here.
[Briefly, he wonders if Steve will spank him or something if goes ahead and gets himself off already. Decisions, decisions.]
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That was an order, Airman.
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All right, Captain. Do you want me to prepare myself or would you want to do that yourself?
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Prepare yourself. ETA 35 minutes.
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[35 minutes is more than enough time for that. He finally strips off completely, folding his clothes and setting them aside before heading to the linen closet to fetch himself a towel so he won't end up ruining the couch.
Prepping himself isn't exactly a chore, but when all he really wants right now is Steve opening him relentlessly up, it's something he has to bear while keeping himself from getting too close to the edge. He doesn't doubt there will be consequences if he goes against Steve's order now.
This really isn't how he'd expected his "ambush" to go, but hey, this is working out better than expected in a lot of ways.]
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The jacket gets tossed over a chair, and Steve moves into the living room to the bedroom, lingering in the doorway with a hip cocked. ]
Hey.
[ It's not the military brusqueness from before, just a low, pleased little rumble to his voice. ]
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His face is flushed, and when his eyes, previously glazed over, focus on Steve's form in the doorway, he lets out a moan of relief.
He'd heard the roar of the bike pulling up to the house, of course, but he'd wondered if Steve would keep him waiting, draw it out even further. Hearing Steve's voice wash over him, low and hungry, makes him shudder, and he has to fight the urge to speed his fingers up.]
Oh, thank god. Fuck, Steve.
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He strips off everything but his khakis in a hurry, and toes his boots off, making his way over to Sam with a slow smile, crawling up the bottom of the bed to settle between Sam's thighs. ]
Keep going.
[ His hands start at Sam's ankles, shifting them further apart, and then work their way up to his knees, fingers dragging along the insides of his thighs until he's got Sam's hips held firmly, watching his fingers push in and out of himself. Yeah, patience isn't happening right now. ]
You gonna come if I put my mouth on you?
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Yes.
[It comes out a whimper, his skin feeling hot and like it's stretched over his bones too tightly. So maybe he's partly to blame for the situation he's in now, but the sight of Steve smiling at him, eyes glinting like he just wants to swallow him whole --
He shudders, back arching in an attempt to pressing himself up against Steve. It's all worth it, in his opinion]
Come on, I did what you asked. Don't make me beg.
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[ Because seriously, all of the above are tempting. He knows he wants his mouth all over Sam. The specifics of it aren't exactly important, it's more this just needs to happen.
Rimming is tempting, and Steve's fingers slide back, tracing where Sam's hole is stretched and open against his own fingers. Means he can't kiss him until he brushes afterward, though, so with that decided, Steve angles himself over and parts his lips, pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses to the crown of Sam's cock. ]
Don't know, I sort of like hearing it.
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You are such a tease. The worst boyfriend --
[Another probing stroke of Steve's fingers between his legs makes him stop just to swear, his free hand reaching down to tangle in Steve's hair just so he has something to hold on to. He feels so high strung by that point, so on edge that the pleas just fall from his lips.]
Damn it, Steve, please.
[At least Steve had the ride to calm down a little before getting here. Sam just wants to come right now.]
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[ Steve smothers a laugh against the inside of Sam's thigh, biting at it playfully, trailing little nips and sucking bruises lightly against his skin until he reaches the crease of his thigh and then works his way up. Dunno how I'm the worst, is murmured into his hip, Steve's mouth trailing up his belly, biting just below his bellybutton with a little grin. ]
I think the 'worst boyfriend' would just let you finish this up yourself.
[ Steve's head tilts into Sam's hand, letting him guide him if he likes, but for the moment he's shifting up and over Sam, parting his lips and sliding his tongue out just a touch to drag it up the underside of Sam's cock. Blue eyes roll up to meet Sam's, eyebrows raised, the invitation clear if he wants to take it. ]
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[The feeling of Steve's tongue on his cock is almost too much - almost, but still not enough. After teetering on that edge for so long, he needs a bit more to push him over, so that offer's not something he's about to turn down right now (or, like, ever if he's honest with himself). Carefully, he leads Steve's head down further so he can take Sam's cock into his mouth.
He hisses as that wet heat sinks down on him, and he can't help the way his hips jerk up, just a little. Sinking back down against the fingers still inside of him, he moves slowly, gasping out and making hurt little noises as he alternates between fucking Steve's mouth and fucking himself back onto his fingers.
He bites his lip, trying to maintain what little dignity he has left (though let's be real, that's usually the first thing that flies out the door when Steve's involved these days).]
God, I'm close.
[That's about all he can choke out right now, working himself steadily towards completion.]
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[ It's all he manages to get out before he swallows down Sam's cock, letting it sit heavy and thick on his tongue, pushing himself forward until he's got his nose nearly pressed to Sam's stomach.
Truthfully, he's a little surprised Sam's lasted this long, given how long it's been.
Steve slips both hands up and pushes one over Sam's thighs, easing him back and spreading them apart just a little bit to make it easier for him to go down on Sam while he's between his legs like that. Some creative shifting and he's left with a little more room to work, bobbing his head slow and steady down over Sam's cock, precome salty on his tongue.
He hears what he says, of course, but he's not about to stop him; Sam's been patient, and Steve wants him to, likes being able to do this with him, for him, wants to swallow it down. ]
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The heat in his belly spikes, and he tries to hold on, at least to warn Steve, but all he manages is a choked off whimper of Steve's name and he then he's spilling, the pleasure more intense than he's used to. He tries to muffle the sounds he makes by turning his head and hiding his face in the pillow, but it doesn't work very well.
As the high starts to fade, he slumps back down on the bed, fingers releasing the hold he had on Steve's hair, petting him apologetically for the rough treatment. He slowly eases his other set of fingers from his hole now, too, wincing at the feeling. Absently wiping them on the wash cloth he'd laid out on the bed just for that purpose, he tugs Steve up so that he can kiss him.]
That was -- that sure was something.
[If he isn't quite as eloquent as he usually is, he's pretty sure no one can really blame him after an orgasm like that.]
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He doesn't need a warning; Sam coming is exactly the intent, that's the point. The first few bursts of salt hit him and Steve slides his mouth down further, swallows him down and swallows each pulse of it, groaning around him.
Sam's fingers slip out and Steve gives him two final strokes, and licks him clean before letting himself get dragged up, lips red and shiny from it. He doesn't bother resisting the kiss, licking into Sam's mouth with a low groan of approval. It's filthy, but it's one of his favorite things to do, kissing Sam after Sam's gone down on him. ]
You sure are something.
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Having Steve settle himself carefully over him, still hot and hard against his thigh, has Sam trying to roll his hips up, tired and oversensitive as he is, whining quietly at the feeling of cloth against his skin. He paws at the waistband of Steve's pants, fumbling with the button and zipper.]
So're you, but I'd like it better if I could see all of you now.