punched_hitler | For all of us who've seen the light

Steve wouldn't let Sam go unfulfilled for long, but for just a minute or few, it was going to be tough to get much of anything out of him other than groans and gasps. Sam was really good at this, and Steve's fingers couldn't help but tighten against his head, though he was very, very careful to keep himself under control. That was the one thing Steve had always worried about, after the serum (and it wasn't like he'd had any sex before) - he could seriously hurt his partner if he ever actually let go, and that was absolutely not what he wanted. He had to keep himself under tight control, every muscle straining, but it was worth it, so worth it, to feel Sam's hot mouth around him, getting him more and more worked up by the second. His skin flushed a little deeper, and his hips twitched - a sign that he was already having trouble holding back a release. He just wanted to let go, and after this week, his body was ready to let him have what he wanted, this once. "Sam -" he breathed; he figured Sam would know he was getting close, but it was still better to warn him that it wasn't going to take much more to push him over the edge.

Sam blinked when Steve breathed his name, moving easily when Steve's hips twitched. He could tell Steve was close, could feel it in the tenseness of his legs and back. He didn't pull away, though, instead choosing to swallow Steve down. He hummed, hoping to drive Steve over the edge, pushing down slightly on Steve's hip to try and lessen any chance of being gagged by Steve's cock when the man came.

Steve had warned Sam as best he could - and that was about all he could do. He felt Sam's efforts redouble, and it was enough to drive him crazy - and over the edge - in the very best of ways. He felt Sam's palm pressing against his hip, made every effort to keep his hips still as he felt that white-hot heat snap inside of him, making his whole body shiver as he let out a strangled sound that was probably supposed to be Sam's name as he came, hard, not realizing how badly he'd needed that release until it was suddenly upon him.

Sam swallowed as much as he could then pulled away, letting the rest of Steve's release hit him in the throat and chest. He wiped his lips with the back of his hand, then sat up fully, grinning. "How was that?" He leaned over for the tissues and started to mop himself up. He was still hard as a rock and was planning on using Steve's refractory period to prep himself, digging in the nightstand for lube.

When he was mostly cleaned up he leaned in and pressed his lips to Steve's, letting the man taste himself on Sam's tongue.

Steve actually took a minute (or three) to answer him, because his head was positively spinning. He was grinning, though, almost absently, eyes slightly glazed until he managed to come back to himself and realize that Sam, equally grinning, had asked him a question.

Then he slumped a little, tense muscles suddenly relaxing, and laughed, softly, even as Sam got himself cleaned up (which made Steve flush a little, feeling a bit bad, though Sam didn't seem to mind too much). "Oh... great would be a pretty big understatement," he said; as Sam leaned in, Steve's eyes slipped shut for a moment; it was strange, tasting himself in Sam's mouth... but also strangely hot. One hand reached out, tracing down the line of Sam's chest, stopping just above the erection he was sure was aching to be touched - but only for a second, before sliding downard still, to drift over the length. "We should make sure you feel great, too. Really, really great."

Sam shuddered when Steve touched his chest, then his dick. He groaned into Steve's mouth then said, "If you really want me to feel great, start fingering me already." He grabbed Steve's hand, pressing the bottle of lube into it. "If I come, I'm not going to be able to do it again, though." His hips twitched into Steve's touch, but Sam aborted a second thrust into Steve's hand, not wanting to waste it on Steve's hand around him.

Steve really liked making Sam shudder, it made him feel like even though Sam put up with a lot of crap from him, sometimes, it was still worth it. He could still make Sam feel good.

Of course, that didn't stop the little bit of a blush that bloomed across the bridge of his nose, as Sam pressed the little bottle into his hand. But it also didn't stop Steve from grinning a little bit, flipping open the cap with a thumb, though then he had to pull his other hand away from Sam - which was probably for the best. "Then you'd better not come - yet," he said, with a slightly shy smile, rubbing the thick liquid onto his other hand. Steve, of course, having the super-soldier serum, would not take long to get excited again, especially if his mind stayed excited - which it certainly was, as he leaned in to kiss Sam, sliding his slick fingers first along his cock, but then lower, farther back between his legs, so he could make good on Sam's request. Steve always took this part pretty slow, because if he hurt Sam doing this, he'd never forgive himself.

Sam kissed Steve back, shifting a little so Steve could have better access and moaned as Steve's fingers moved back. He whispered, "Don't take too long, though," before burying both hands in Steve's short hair. "Don't be afraid to manhandle me, either." He was not at all opposed to being turned around or ending up with Steve on top of him, so long as he also ended up with Steve's fingers and then also his dick inside.

"Oh... kay," was Steve's absent reply - because while Sam might like to be manhandled... so did he. He'd never have really though it, but the way Sam sometimes pulled at his hair or gripped him a little too tight felt really good. Although right now, it was about making Sam feel good, and Steve had a feeling he wasn't about to suffer, either. So he finally managed to get a hold of himself, pressing into Sam's touch a little more and working on getting one finger inside him, starting to stretch him for what was to come. If Sam didn't want him to take a long time, then he wasn't going to. A second finger quickly followed the first, but Steve was still trying to be thorough. Besides, the more thorough he was, the better Sam would react - and the faster Steve's body would get back with the program. It was already starting to, now.

Sam moaned into Steve's shoulder, fingers knotting in Steve's hair. He tried not to pull, but with two fingers in him, Sam wasn't really in the right state of mind to care. "Over," he whispered, leaning his weight to turn them so Steve was on top of him without dislodging the fingers already working him open. He let his legs fall further apart and lifted his knees, opening himself up even while his close-trimmed nails clawed the back of Steve's neck hard enough to leave welts. "Steve... God, Steve..." Even two fingers was enough to get Sam dangerously closer, and Steve's dick was both longer and thicker than the fingers currently inside him.

Sam might not care, but Steve didn't, either. Every tug at his hair turned him on more - but what really did it was the way Sam whispered that command/request a moment later, making his entire body twitch - including his cock. "Mmhm," he hummed quietly in agreement, shifting with Sam so they could get situated a little better - and oh, God, it was better, especially when Sam clawed at the back of his neck like that. "Sam," he breathed, even as Sam was moaning his name, and picked up the pace even more. Three fingers, now, but that was all he was pretty sure either of them were gong to be able to stand. Sam had told him to hurry up.

And in short order, he was searching for the little bottle of lubricant among the sheets again, this time using the liquid to coat not his hand, but the erection that had returned with a vengeance, thanks to Sam and the way he was responding. "Are you ready?" he breathed, because no matter how much they both wanted this, he wasn't going to sink into Sam until the other told him it was okay.

Sam shifted his hips a little. One hand slid between Steve's shoulder blades, nails digging in, while his other hand slid down his front. He curled two fingers around the base of his own cock, not wanting to come as soon as Steve got inside of him and nodded.

"Yes." He groaned in anticipation, trying to both brace himself and stay relaxed at the same time. Steve was big anyways, but there has been so little prep, both of them so close to the edge, that tensing up would be unpleasant for the birth of them.

It took absolutely every ounce of willpower, but when Steve leaned over Sam, pressing his hips forward, he did so as slowly as possible, bit by bit, knowing that they normally took a hell of a lot more time to get Sam ready to go. His body curled forward, head dropping forward, as his hands gripped the bedsheets for some kind of leverage as every muscle in his body flexed. Sam could scratch up his back all he wanted - Steve liked the sensation, arching his spine into Sam's touch even while he pressed forward, sliding deeper with every heartbeat, his breath coming in shallow pants and his pulse roaring in his ears. Still, he tried to listen for any sounds, watch for any signs that Sam wasn't okay, wasn't quite ready, because he would stop, let them adjust, if he had to.

Sam moaned as he felt the head of Steve's cock breach him and he arched, shifting into Steve as he was thrust into. There wasn't enough lube and the dry friction hurt, but not enough to make him make Steve pull out. If Steve had to pull out, Sam would come the instant he tried to enter again. Instead he waited for Steve to bottom out and gasped into his neck, "Wait, Steve. Just a second." He adjusted, trying to get used to Steve's size. It had been so long. It was almost hard to breathe, like Steve was displacing all his organs to make room for his dick.

Finally he adjusted, lifting his legs up over Steve's hips, hand sliding lower without clawing.

Steve could feel the resistance - he almost stopped, honestly, because the last thing he wanted was to hurt Sam, to make this anything other than pleasant (well, mind-blowingly good, more like); but instead of stopping, he just tried to go slow, tried to ease himself into Sam (and ease Sam into this), muscles tensing as their bodies drew closer together.

And the instant Sam told him to wait, Steve froze, every muscle locking into place. "Sorry," he mumbled, eyes falling shut - God, he felt good, but that only went so far when he realized Sam was uncomfortable. "Sorry, I shouldn't have rushed." Pulling out would hurt just as much as pushing in, though, and so all he could do was stay put, not moving, barely daring to breathe.

"No, no it's okay." Sam breathed into Steve's neck. "Just not enough lube." He let out of a huff of a laugh against Steve then said, "I think I'll be okay, just go slow." His erection was flagging and though he was no less turned on, at least it meant he wouldn't blow his load the second Steve started to move. "Maybe get more on you." He dug his fingers into Steve's back but didn't make any raking claw marks, just held onto him.

"Sorry," Steve apologized again, anyway - and as soon as Sam had a suggestion, he was leaning over, trying to grab the lube, nodding. "Yeah - yeah, of course."

Of course, he had to move if he was going to coat himself with any more lubricant. He spread some on his palm, then leaned down to press a slow, soft kiss to Sam's lips. He could tell the other man wasn't at least as physically aroused as he was before; maybe Sam thought that was a good thing, but Steve didn't. "Okay. Going slow," he murmured, and pulled back, slowly, just an inch or two. But at least he could coat the base of his shaft with a little more lube. Then, when he rocked forward, it would help him pull back a little more on the next go. And he'd keep adding lubricant as he went. It was a plan.

Soon enough the friction was easing and Sam started to respond to the slow, shallow thrusts, meeting Steve halfway. "Much better." He curled his arms around Steve more firmly. "Now get going." He dug his heel into Steve's ass and clenched down ever so gently, trying to show Steve that he was ready to go.

Steve kept a close watch on Sam's face, barely breathing if he could help it, trying to do anything to make sure his lover was getting more comfortable, and not less. So when Sam started moving with him, looking like he was enjoying things more, Steve started to relax, too.

That was, until Sam pulled that move, making Steve's eyes flutter and his back arch, not to mention a soft moan push past his lips. "Oh... yessir," he laughed, but he was already starting to move a little harder, a little faster pushing his palms into the mattress to get more leverage, if he could. That little spot at the base of his spine, right where Sam's heel was digging? It was sensitive, and what Sam was doing felt good.

Sam moaned as Steve started to thrust a bit harder. He let his head fall back, dragging his nails up Steve's back, knowing that he really enjoyed being scratched to hell. Maybe Sam hadn't trimmed his nails in a week on purpose, just because he was hoping this would happen. The grip he had on Steve with his legs loosened a little, the pleasure making his limbs all loose. He shifted his hips a bit, arching his back further and had to stifle a cry as the next thrust hit him right in the prostrate. "Oh, god, Steve..."

Steve could never explain what it was about Sam leaving those scratches that turned him on - whether it was the sharp heat they left behind on his skin, or the little red lines that, unfortunately, healed a couple of minutes after they were done. It didn't matter, although if he'd known Sam had been "preparing" for this all week, he'd have been both flattered, and ready to go another six rounds (or however many Sam could handle). As it was he was enjoying working up to his second release, and quickly, especially as Sam arched and looked like that. Steve always used his reactions to gauge how he was doing, and right now, he figured he was doing a lot better, rocky start or no.

He leaned closer, trying to keep the same angle, but thrust with a little more purpose - though still carefully controlling his strength. He didn't want to break Sam. One hand ghosted down Sam's body, looking for that slightly-flagged erection, wanting to bring it back in full force.

Sam moved his right hand up Steve's back, making sure to claw as he did so, before digging his fingers into the back of Steve's neck, scratching slightly in the short hair there. He willingly moved into Steve's touch, jerking his hips and trying to find a way to both meet the thrusts and also build up a steady rhythm pushing into Steve's hand.

He was reduced to small, moaning noises, all rational thought gone from his mind. Steve was huge, and they were moving together smoothly now, and he would be sore and empty-feeling when they were done, but he didn't care. Steve always left him unable to walk after sex, but it was always worth it, especially when he could keep Steve in bed with him afterwards.

Steve gasped - a very pleased gasp - and focused on the way Sam's nails were pulling his attention in one direction, while the heat and hardness of Sam's body pulled him in another. He always felt a little bad, about leaving Sam pretty boneless after sex, but Sam had never complained. He'd just made sure to yank Steve down into the bed with him, and that wasn't such a bad price to pay, either.

His hips started to speed up, as Sam made all those noises, as their bodies started moving more fluidly. His fingers wrapped around Sam's length, trying to stroke in time with the motions of his hips, pulling out every trick he'd ever learned about how Sam liked to be touched to try and bring him back to that edge, and over it. He leaned down, forehead just above Sam's, and though they were breathing too hard to kiss, it didn't mean they couldn't brush lips past each other's, with every rock of their hips.

Steve speeding up seemed to be doing it for Sam and he moaned, "Steve, I'm gonna..." His hand not on Steve's neck moved down, cupping an asscheek and pulling only slightly. He was so close to tipping over the edge, just a few more hard, fast thrusts and he would be there. His other hand tightened on Steve's neck - not clawing anymore, just squeezing. If it had anybody but Steve Sam would have worried about hurting him but he knew Steve could take this, and tell him if it was too much. "Just a little bit more..."

No matter what he did, Sam couldn't permanently hurt Steve in this position, so he didn't care if Sam let got - a little or a lot. Not when he heard the tone of Sam's voice and felt the way he was grabbing Steve like a lifeline. It made Steve feel even hotter - and it made him want to make sure they finished together, or at least crossed the finish line relatively close. So even though it was what Sam already wanted, Steve started speeding up, pushing harder, pushing himself toward a second climax as his fingers kept working Sam, squeezing a little harder (but not hard enough to hurt, and definitely not hard enough to stave off an orgasm, that would defeat the point). He sure hoped Stark had made this bed sturdy, because Steve might have ended up damaging a few, in a couple of low-rate motels, when he and Sam were on the trail of the Winter Soldier.

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ahh I'm sorry for being so slow life has been crazy busy XD

Haha no worries!

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