totally fucked up replying. this is for https://weewookinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/476.html?thread=31196&posted=1#cmt103644 PROMPT: Abby/Buck/Bobby but Buck chooses Bobby over Abby, smut ensues
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The probie wastes no time, ducking down and sucking his head with shallow cheeks and a wondering tongue. Bobby’s cock isn’t anything too special, slightly longer than normal and bent a little to the right and flushed a deep red along the shaft where Buck’s got one of his hands now, curled around it to keep it stationary while his eyes roll back and he envelopes the length in his mouth. Moaning around it like it’s water in a desert. He’s hot, short breathes coming from his nose, and he swallows around Bobby as he forces his head down Bobby’s cock, scooting forward on his knees so he can get a good angle to keep going.
Bobby brushes the back of his throat and can’t stop his hips from snapping at the motion, a punched and drawn out expletive filling the room. His hand comes down to fist in Buck’s hair – curls first to break up the gel keeping it in place and again to grip the loosened locks – and he pulls the kid back. Buck pops off with an obscene sound, ragged breaths forced through the spit and pre-cum gathered on his top lip and dripping from his bottom – eyes on him, always with his eyes on Bobby, red rimmed and wet enough his eyelashes are clumping, his hands coming up to wrap around Bobby’s cock.
“Don’t hurt yourself, kid.”
Buck hums back and gives a short nod, moving sideways and mouthing the length of Bobby’s dick. One hand travels to his balls and he handles them expertly, rolling around his damp palm and two fingers giving the slightest pinching pressure along the seam of Bobby’s skin. From this angle, the way he twists and curves his back to slot into place, Bobby can see how strained Buck is down below. His pants are keeping him contained but barely, tenting out and feeding his own wet spot with each shallow thrust into nothing Buck gives as he wraps his tongue around Bobby without shame.
“Could be mean, a little,” Buck says in the second he allows himself to disengage from Bobby – then he’s back, tongue flat against the width of the bottom of Bobby’s dick as he moves back and forth on the length. He hits the bush of Bobby’s pubes and stills, buries his nose in them and inhales deeply, eyes closed and hips jerking at the motion.
Bobby moves without thought until he’s pressed to Buck’s cock, flexes his ankle so the top of his boot is flat against the mound and his knee is prodding into Buck’s chest. “You’re doing so good, sweet boy,” he mumbles, fingers tensing in Buck’s hair. He drags Buck’s face along his cock until the kid is mouthing it again, teeth and tongue colliding as his head is manhandled – pulls him away a little and chuckles something dark when Buck fights against the motion to keep his mouth in place. “I’ll punish you when I think you deserve it.”
That acts as a magic phrase, Buck’s body turning to jelly as he jackrabbits against Bobby’s boot and moves to swallow his cock again – shallow to start, his cheeks hollowed as he tongues at the slit on Bobby’s straining cock head, then his tongue goes flat and he’s humming as Bobby gives into shallow thrusts. The hand on his balls tightens, pulls a little, and Bobby can’t help but put his other hand on Buck’s face, cup his jaw just under his ear and brush his thumb on the seam of Buck’s mouth where it’s stretched out around his dick. Buck pulls himself down the length until there’s space for the digit to slip in.
“Such a good cock-sucker, God,” he drawls as he pulls the skin on Buck’s mouth until he can’t pull any farther, Buck looking up at him with glassy, loaded and dripping eyes. The kid sinks down further, goes til Bobby’s finger is brushing against his cock, then keeps going. He gags and stills, a tear slipping down and splashing against Bobby’s hand.
Bobby feels a sharp intake of air against his finger and uses the hand in Buck’s hair to pull him in further, goes until Buck’s hips are shaking instead of jerking. Probie’s mouth hits his own fingers around the base of Bobby’s cock and the hand moves to Bobby’s thigh so he can be led to home base. Bobby pulls his thumb from Buck’s lips and that’s all the space he needs to bottom out, gagging against the feel of Bobby in the back of his throat and burying his nose in the wirey hairs in front of him.
“Just relax, baby,” Bobby encourages, both hands now on either side of Buck’s head. His own chest is heaving. He can’t remember the last time he felt like this, electrified and relaxed and a hair’s breath from something resembling pleasure. Buck drags in another sniff of Bobby’s heat and blinks up at him. “You’re doing so good. Fuck, kid,” he gives another shallow thrust into Buck’s mouth, the boy responding with a clicking sound as he gags, a small glob of precum and saliva dripping from where his lips break their seal. “Can I fuck your face?”
Buck’s eyes slide closed and his shoulders bounce up and down as if he’s taking a deep breath, and that’s all the confirmation Bobby needs that he’s still lucid enough to grasp Buck’s head and drag the kid up and down his cock. Buck takes it in stride, lets himself be used, and Bobby uses him. Pulls him in until his eyes start rolling back and pushes him off for nothing more than a ragged, fucked-out deep breath before slamming him back, all the way down, drooling the whole way.
“So good like this, Buck, fuck,” Bobby gasps out. He’s working Buck up and down his cock with abandon now, the slippery feeling of his mouth inching him closer and closer to orgasm. Holds Buck at the hilt a few moments longer than the last, fingers flexing in his hair until Bobby can see his skin flush deeper than he’d seen yet and fingers pinching at his thigh.
Pulls Buck off and relishes in the way the boy’s breathing, coughing up globs of opaque saliva and choking through rough, ragged breaths. He doesn’t pull in enough air before he’s back to Bobby’s dick.
“Eager Beaver,” Bobby chuckles, then groans when Buck twists his tongue just right. “I’m gonna come, Buck, I – “ he starts to pull on Buck’s hair but Buck fights him, moves the arm laying against his thigh to grasp at Bobby’s hips and uses the leverage to sink even further. He leans up into the angle, his hips snapping back to live and rubbing against Bobby’s boot in frantic movements.
“Can you swallow my cum, slut?” Buck hums wantonly at the question, the hand around Bobby’s waist tightening. Bobby holds his head in place and thrusts up, drags out obscene wet sounds from Buck’s fuckin’ soul, punches out my thrust good thrust boy – then the dam snaps, his abdomen flexes and stutters, and he spills deep in Buck’s throat.
He babbles praise as Buck swallows nearly all of it down, tightening on the head of his cock with each contraction of his throat and riding out Bobby’s waves. Beads of cum form on the corners of his mouth and he widens his lips, sucks a breath in, and swallows that down too.
When he’s finally spent, Buck pulling his softening dick into a hot, tight suckle until he’s twitching in overstimulation, he cradles Buck’s head, scratches lightly at his scalp until he disengages. “So good, baby, fuck, look at you,” Buck whines, bites his lip and lifts his hips to rub against Bobby’s boot again. “You deserve more than that, sweetheart, come here.”
Bobby puts his hands under Buck’s armpits and hauls the kid towards him, maneuvering his limbs with a chuckle when he finds Buck can’t do much more than jerk his hips back and forth carelessly, loosely, seeking friction until he’s sat on Bobby’s thigh and falls forward onto his Captain. Bobby bounces his leg that Buck’s riding and Buck keens high in his throat.
“So good, Bobby, you – “ Buck smacks his lips against Bobby’s throat, wrapping his arms around the man’s middle. “You taste so good, Cap, thank you – “ he mouths at Bobby’s throat, drags his hips forward on Bobby’s thigh slowly once, then snapping quickly after. “So hot, fuck, so ha – so happy here, so – “
Bobby palms Buck’s ass and turns his head and pulls Buck to his mouth, nips at his lips and licks his way inside to swallow whatever else he was poised to say. Buck gasps at the intrusion and his hips lose their groove – not a problem, as Bobby grips the meat of his ass and guides him in the motions, back and forth and back and forth in quick succession. His ass clenches hard with each upswing and the feeling of his hard muscles is something Bobby’s sure he could get addicted to, right next to the feel of Buck’s firehose hard against the soft flesh of his thigh and his mouth begging for more more more
Buck sucks on Bobby’s tongue and he feels…
Bobby pulls back, one hand snaking up to cup the back of Buck’s neck. “Come on, baby,” Buck’s eyes are blown and they roll back at the motion, jackrabbiting again. “You did so good today, Buck, come for me, ok?”
Buck nods, snapping his hips so fast Bobby loses his grip on the boy’s ass and then – there it is, one more, come on, baby – he comes with a garbled moan, arms squeezing Bobby’s middle. His forehead lands against Bobby’s and the Captain smirks at the blissed out look on his face, chuckles as he pulls Buck in for a slow, wet make out as he rides out the aftershocks. His pants are gone to the wind now, might as well call them up and toss them out.
In his mouth, Buck moans, on his lap, Buck works through slow strokes until he finally stills.
“So fucking hot,” he says into Bobby’s mouth, releasing his hold on Bobby’s middle and reaching up to thumb at Bobby’s chin. “You’re incredible, Bobby, like –“
“Shut up, Buckley.”
Buck hums in agreement, letting himself be pulled back to Bobby’s mouth. They stay there for too long, Buck adjusting until he’s got both legs bracketing Bobby’s lap with his feet swinging back and forth. At some point Buck pulls back with a laugh, looking down at himself where he’s straddling Bobby with Bobby’s soft dick hanging between his legs, and he can barely get the joke out before his Captain is swatting his hand away and hissing about refractory periods.
At the end of it, Bobby gives him his apartment key.
“Clean yourself up and wait for me.” He stops in front of Buck on his way out, clad in a new pair of pants and chasing the alarm, leans in and places a soft kiss on his birthmark. “Count to 60 before you leave. I’ll text you the address, and there’s leftovers in the fridge if you’re hungry.”
Buck shakes his head quickly, the dried lines of saliva and splotches of cum on his face highlighting in the fluorescents. “Not for food. When you get there will you – “ the doorknob to the office jingles, then there’s a pounding on the door and Hen’s voice calls out we gotta move, cap!
Bobby clicks his teeth, drawing Buck in for a quick and short kiss. Buck melts into him, holds on tight when Bobby pulls back, and giggles when Bobby pops his ass and pushes him away with a goofy, wide smile. He stumbles back, hip catching on the corner of Bobby’s desk. “Eat something, kid. You’ll need the energy.”
Buck chose Bobby. It only makes sense Bobby keeps Buck.
Re: FILL: Anyone in the world and you’re here?
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The probie wastes no time, ducking down and sucking his head with shallow cheeks and a wondering tongue. Bobby’s cock isn’t anything too special, slightly longer than normal and bent a little to the right and flushed a deep red along the shaft where Buck’s got one of his hands now, curled around it to keep it stationary while his eyes roll back and he envelopes the length in his mouth. Moaning around it like it’s water in a desert. He’s hot, short breathes coming from his nose, and he swallows around Bobby as he forces his head down Bobby’s cock, scooting forward on his knees so he can get a good angle to keep going.
Bobby brushes the back of his throat and can’t stop his hips from snapping at the motion, a punched and drawn out expletive filling the room. His hand comes down to fist in Buck’s hair – curls first to break up the gel keeping it in place and again to grip the loosened locks – and he pulls the kid back. Buck pops off with an obscene sound, ragged breaths forced through the spit and pre-cum gathered on his top lip and dripping from his bottom – eyes on him, always with his eyes on Bobby, red rimmed and wet enough his eyelashes are clumping, his hands coming up to wrap around Bobby’s cock.
“Don’t hurt yourself, kid.”
Buck hums back and gives a short nod, moving sideways and mouthing the length of Bobby’s dick. One hand travels to his balls and he handles them expertly, rolling around his damp palm and two fingers giving the slightest pinching pressure along the seam of Bobby’s skin. From this angle, the way he twists and curves his back to slot into place, Bobby can see how strained Buck is down below. His pants are keeping him contained but barely, tenting out and feeding his own wet spot with each shallow thrust into nothing Buck gives as he wraps his tongue around Bobby without shame.
“Could be mean, a little,” Buck says in the second he allows himself to disengage from Bobby – then he’s back, tongue flat against the width of the bottom of Bobby’s dick as he moves back and forth on the length. He hits the bush of Bobby’s pubes and stills, buries his nose in them and inhales deeply, eyes closed and hips jerking at the motion.
Bobby moves without thought until he’s pressed to Buck’s cock, flexes his ankle so the top of his boot is flat against the mound and his knee is prodding into Buck’s chest. “You’re doing so good, sweet boy,” he mumbles, fingers tensing in Buck’s hair. He drags Buck’s face along his cock until the kid is mouthing it again, teeth and tongue colliding as his head is manhandled – pulls him away a little and chuckles something dark when Buck fights against the motion to keep his mouth in place. “I’ll punish you when I think you deserve it.”
That acts as a magic phrase, Buck’s body turning to jelly as he jackrabbits against Bobby’s boot and moves to swallow his cock again – shallow to start, his cheeks hollowed as he tongues at the slit on Bobby’s straining cock head, then his tongue goes flat and he’s humming as Bobby gives into shallow thrusts. The hand on his balls tightens, pulls a little, and Bobby can’t help but put his other hand on Buck’s face, cup his jaw just under his ear and brush his thumb on the seam of Buck’s mouth where it’s stretched out around his dick. Buck pulls himself down the length until there’s space for the digit to slip in.
“Such a good cock-sucker, God,” he drawls as he pulls the skin on Buck’s mouth until he can’t pull any farther, Buck looking up at him with glassy, loaded and dripping eyes. The kid sinks down further, goes til Bobby’s finger is brushing against his cock, then keeps going. He gags and stills, a tear slipping down and splashing against Bobby’s hand.
Bobby feels a sharp intake of air against his finger and uses the hand in Buck’s hair to pull him in further, goes until Buck’s hips are shaking instead of jerking. Probie’s mouth hits his own fingers around the base of Bobby’s cock and the hand moves to Bobby’s thigh so he can be led to home base. Bobby pulls his thumb from Buck’s lips and that’s all the space he needs to bottom out, gagging against the feel of Bobby in the back of his throat and burying his nose in the wirey hairs in front of him.
“Just relax, baby,” Bobby encourages, both hands now on either side of Buck’s head. His own chest is heaving. He can’t remember the last time he felt like this, electrified and relaxed and a hair’s breath from something resembling pleasure. Buck drags in another sniff of Bobby’s heat and blinks up at him. “You’re doing so good. Fuck, kid,” he gives another shallow thrust into Buck’s mouth, the boy responding with a clicking sound as he gags, a small glob of precum and saliva dripping from where his lips break their seal. “Can I fuck your face?”
Buck’s eyes slide closed and his shoulders bounce up and down as if he’s taking a deep breath, and that’s all the confirmation Bobby needs that he’s still lucid enough to grasp Buck’s head and drag the kid up and down his cock. Buck takes it in stride, lets himself be used, and Bobby uses him. Pulls him in until his eyes start rolling back and pushes him off for nothing more than a ragged, fucked-out deep breath before slamming him back, all the way down, drooling the whole way.
“So good like this, Buck, fuck,” Bobby gasps out. He’s working Buck up and down his cock with abandon now, the slippery feeling of his mouth inching him closer and closer to orgasm. Holds Buck at the hilt a few moments longer than the last, fingers flexing in his hair until Bobby can see his skin flush deeper than he’d seen yet and fingers pinching at his thigh.
Pulls Buck off and relishes in the way the boy’s breathing, coughing up globs of opaque saliva and choking through rough, ragged breaths. He doesn’t pull in enough air before he’s back to Bobby’s dick.
“Eager Beaver,” Bobby chuckles, then groans when Buck twists his tongue just right. “I’m gonna come, Buck, I – “ he starts to pull on Buck’s hair but Buck fights him, moves the arm laying against his thigh to grasp at Bobby’s hips and uses the leverage to sink even further. He leans up into the angle, his hips snapping back to live and rubbing against Bobby’s boot in frantic movements.
“Can you swallow my cum, slut?” Buck hums wantonly at the question, the hand around Bobby’s waist tightening. Bobby holds his head in place and thrusts up, drags out obscene wet sounds from Buck’s fuckin’ soul, punches out my thrust good thrust boy – then the dam snaps, his abdomen flexes and stutters, and he spills deep in Buck’s throat.
He babbles praise as Buck swallows nearly all of it down, tightening on the head of his cock with each contraction of his throat and riding out Bobby’s waves. Beads of cum form on the corners of his mouth and he widens his lips, sucks a breath in, and swallows that down too.
When he’s finally spent, Buck pulling his softening dick into a hot, tight suckle until he’s twitching in overstimulation, he cradles Buck’s head, scratches lightly at his scalp until he disengages. “So good, baby, fuck, look at you,” Buck whines, bites his lip and lifts his hips to rub against Bobby’s boot again. “You deserve more than that, sweetheart, come here.”
Bobby puts his hands under Buck’s armpits and hauls the kid towards him, maneuvering his limbs with a chuckle when he finds Buck can’t do much more than jerk his hips back and forth carelessly, loosely, seeking friction until he’s sat on Bobby’s thigh and falls forward onto his Captain. Bobby bounces his leg that Buck’s riding and Buck keens high in his throat.
“So good, Bobby, you – “ Buck smacks his lips against Bobby’s throat, wrapping his arms around the man’s middle. “You taste so good, Cap, thank you – “ he mouths at Bobby’s throat, drags his hips forward on Bobby’s thigh slowly once, then snapping quickly after. “So hot, fuck, so ha – so happy here, so – “
Bobby palms Buck’s ass and turns his head and pulls Buck to his mouth, nips at his lips and licks his way inside to swallow whatever else he was poised to say. Buck gasps at the intrusion and his hips lose their groove – not a problem, as Bobby grips the meat of his ass and guides him in the motions, back and forth and back and forth in quick succession. His ass clenches hard with each upswing and the feeling of his hard muscles is something Bobby’s sure he could get addicted to, right next to the feel of Buck’s firehose hard against the soft flesh of his thigh and his mouth begging for more more more
Buck sucks on Bobby’s tongue and he feels…
Bobby pulls back, one hand snaking up to cup the back of Buck’s neck. “Come on, baby,” Buck’s eyes are blown and they roll back at the motion, jackrabbiting again. “You did so good today, Buck, come for me, ok?”
Buck nods, snapping his hips so fast Bobby loses his grip on the boy’s ass and then – there it is, one more, come on, baby – he comes with a garbled moan, arms squeezing Bobby’s middle. His forehead lands against Bobby’s and the Captain smirks at the blissed out look on his face, chuckles as he pulls Buck in for a slow, wet make out as he rides out the aftershocks. His pants are gone to the wind now, might as well call them up and toss them out.
In his mouth, Buck moans, on his lap, Buck works through slow strokes until he finally stills.
“So fucking hot,” he says into Bobby’s mouth, releasing his hold on Bobby’s middle and reaching up to thumb at Bobby’s chin. “You’re incredible, Bobby, like –“
“Shut up, Buckley.”
Buck hums in agreement, letting himself be pulled back to Bobby’s mouth. They stay there for too long, Buck adjusting until he’s got both legs bracketing Bobby’s lap with his feet swinging back and forth. At some point Buck pulls back with a laugh, looking down at himself where he’s straddling Bobby with Bobby’s soft dick hanging between his legs, and he can barely get the joke out before his Captain is swatting his hand away and hissing about refractory periods.
At the end of it, Bobby gives him his apartment key.
“Clean yourself up and wait for me.” He stops in front of Buck on his way out, clad in a new pair of pants and chasing the alarm, leans in and places a soft kiss on his birthmark. “Count to 60 before you leave. I’ll text you the address, and there’s leftovers in the fridge if you’re hungry.”
Buck shakes his head quickly, the dried lines of saliva and splotches of cum on his face highlighting in the fluorescents. “Not for food. When you get there will you – “ the doorknob to the office jingles, then there’s a pounding on the door and Hen’s voice calls out we gotta move, cap!
Bobby clicks his teeth, drawing Buck in for a quick and short kiss. Buck melts into him, holds on tight when Bobby pulls back, and giggles when Bobby pops his ass and pushes him away with a goofy, wide smile. He stumbles back, hip catching on the corner of Bobby’s desk. “Eat something, kid. You’ll need the energy.”
Buck chose Bobby. It only makes sense Bobby keeps Buck.