It's obvious that Sylvie likes it when he's a little bit rough, and maybe it's because no one else has ever dared to handle her this way. The only reason Bucky does is because she lets him, because she wants him to, so he grips the front of her thighs and momentarily lifts her off of the bed as he presses his face against her, dragging his tongue through the folds of her cunt, over her hole and then higher still, over the tight curl of muscle above it.

Her knees settle back down on either side of her head and Bucky's mouth closes over her clit as he shifts his good hand so he can press two fingers inside of her. They sink in just as his cock nudges at the back of her throat, and they moan in tandem.

If Loki were here, he thinks suddenly, it would be so easy for him to get on his knees behind her, to fuck her while Bucky's face was pressed so intimately between them. He groans at the thought, hips jerking when Sylvie swallows around his cock, and then start to fuck her hard with two fingers, twisting and pressing in deep as he flicks his tongue against her clit, trying to drive her to dizzying heights of pleasure.