'til the end of the line

Sylvie says nothing and continues down his body, and Bucky has to wonder if his suggestion came off as foolish, or perhaps too eager. Her expression says otherwise, and he finds himself relieved when she gets up to turn around, grinding against his once again very interested cock.

She’s teasing him and Bucky has to resist the urge to grab her hips and push inside of her just like this. He takes a breath and watches as she moves back towards his face, staring hungrily at the her cunt as he props himself up onto his elbows. There’s a pearly dribble of his come there, sliding slowly down along one fold, and the sight of it sends a shock of pleasure through him.

He feels flushed by how much it aroused him, and maybe just a little shame, like the first time he got aroused by the sight of a man’s body, or the first time Loki kissed him with Bucky’s come still on his tongue. But just because it’s filthy doesn’t mean that he’s bad for wanting it. This is one of the things that they’re teaching him.

Sylvie is moving at a snail’s pace, swaying her lips like a mouse taunting a cat, and it’s transparent even to Bucky what she wants. He brings his hands down on her hips hard enough for them to hear a light slap and then drags her back as if she were weightless, putting his elbows at the insides of her knees to push them further apart.

This has her straddling his face and Bucky wastes no time in dragging his tongue up through the core of her, following that trail of his come and pushing it back inside of her with his tongue, tasting his salty bitterness and her sweetness all at once.