they both love sitting on him, and what could b better than that……………………………..
Even now, even after everything the three of them have done together, Steve is still in many ways just as shy as he was when he was caught between them for the first time. He still blushes when Bucky whispers filthy suggestions in his ear, and he still tries to hide his face in the curve of Peggy’s neck when he comes. This is all so new to him—this powerful, wonderfully responsive new body, yes, but even more than that, the thought of desire being reciprocated, the freedom to want.
But, oh, he does want. Badly, more fiercely than he can ever remember wanting before. He wants Bucky’s fingers inside him, teasing him open, and the stuttering slide of his cock between Bucky’s thighs, and Peggy’s cunt swollen and hot against his mouth. He wants the undulating rhythm of Peggy’s hips as she fucks him, Bucky’s quick tongue on his skin. He wants, he wants, he wants—
“Insatiable,” Bucky chides, but the smirk in his voice belies the admonishment.
“Oh,” Steve chokes out, shuddering so hard he almost loses his seat on Bucky’s cock. “Nng, more.”
“You’re not trying terribly hard to disprove him, are you?” Peggy asks from her spot on the edge of the mattress.
Steve would answer, but he can’t breathe for how badly he wants to be fucked right now. They’ve been drawing it out—Bucky teasing him with slow, dragging thrusts, Peggy with light, feathery touches to his cock—and Steve’s thighs are shaking and he aches—aches—for something more substantial, for Peggy to squeeze him rough, for Bucky to shove up into him, his hands tight on Steve’s hips.
“Hey, if you’re not part of the solution, you’re part of the problem,” Bucky says, and Peggy gives him a withering look.
“Just for that, Sergeant, you can solve a little problem I’ve been having.” She lets go of Steve’s cock and hoists one leg over Bucky’s chest so her knees are straddling his shoulders.
Steve has only a moment to appreciate the play of her creamy shoulders in front of him before he realizes what she’s doing. Bucky seems to be just as slow on the uptake as him, because when she lowers her cunt to his mouth, he lets out a shocked moan and his hips jerk roughly.
Peggy lets out an encouraging hum and rocks herself against Bucky’s face. Steve can’t help staring at the way her buttocks ride his chest. There is a wet noise as Bucky licks into her in earnest and Steve has to grip his cock for some kind of relief, because he didn’t think he could want any more, but he does.
It’s not just sight of them, his two lovers, that makes Steve so wild. They’re gorgeous, it’s true, but the thing that strikes pure heat through the core of him is how casually, how comfortably they show their desire. They want easily, playfully even, asking for pleasure and giving it freely. And, as improbably as it seems to him after years spent being next to invisible to every object of his desire, they’re both of them right here—his for the taking. Whatever Steve wants, they’re ready to give him, just as he would do anything for either of them.
As Peggy reaches down between her legs to chase her own orgasm, Steve decides that sometimes reticence doesn’t pay. Sometimes, it’s worth it to reach out and take what’s right in front of you.
“Fuck me harder,” he tells Bucky, even though the words make him blush. Bucky obliges, snapping his hips just right, stealing the breath out of Steve’s lungs in a long sob. He lurches forward from the force of Bucky’s thrusts, pressing his forehead against the sweet, sweat-smelling planes of Peggy’s shoulders and working his cock furiously. “Harder, Bucky, do it, fuck me.”
“That’s it,” Peggy breathes, twisting around to work a reassuring hand into his hair. “Make him give you what you want.”
Bucky’s strokes are a quick, relentless rub inside him now and he can hear the wet sounds of Bucky’s mouth against Peggy’s cunt, and yes, yes, this is what he wants.