[ there are few things he expected less than to be on his knees with bucky barnes’ dick in his mouth.
james, as ash calls him, the name smooth and familiar, threaded with meaning. with affection. with memories that embry can only guess at, because he wasn’t there and he hasn’t asked the right questions to get the full picture. doesn’t know if he wants the full picture, when jealousy needles at him even now, even if it’s not exactly the kind of jealousy that makes him bitter and closed off, not anymore. it’s a comforting kind of ache, a familiar simmer. something to keep him hot and on edge, his guilty enjoyment of his own pain when it comes to ash’s love.
and he’s thoroughly fucking enjoying blowing bucky barnes, dragging it out into a torturous test of endurance with no reward in sight, his cock still bound, flushed and leaking onto embry’s tongue.
and then there’s greer, perched on the bed like a queen, bucky’s face her throne. it was the first thing embry asked her to do once they’d strolled in, a vision of american royalty. embry’s darkness and greer’s light. make her come at least three times, or the tie stays on, james, ash’s little pet name sneered around embry’s gleaming smile. ]
How many times was that, Princess? [ he pops off bucky’s cock, his voice raspy from blowjob-related abuse. his long fingers curl around bucky, sliding down to the root and then back up, teasing his crown with the edge of his thumbnail. ] Is he doing a good job?
[ All Greer keeps thinking about is that she’d meant it, before, when she’d promised Bucky they could still be friends — and then that app, the same one that had dragged her to the point of admitting to the slightest hint of deeper feeling, had hauled them all into that conversation, leading them to this point like a hand on the backs of their necks. Even now, she has the weight of Ash’s expectation on her — him sending her and Embry in his place had been careful, deliberate, even though they’d all but begged to go.
She hasn’t even fully undressed, just tucked her panties to the side and settled into a kneeling straddle over Bucky’s face with wordless apology in her gaze — no matter what, she hadn’t planned for it to go like this — but now that she’s here, shamelessly rubbing her cunt against his tongue, lips and chin, feeling the rasp of unshaven beard against her thighs, she can’t bring herself to feel all that guilty.
He’s already made her come once, solely with his tongue, and another when she encourages him to use his hands, both of them, to grab onto her for purchase. Her fingers slide across his metal one now, rubbing the ridges of those knuckles, as she steadies herself, swaying in the aftermath of a second orgasm, before lifting her head to regard Embry with glazed-over eyes. ]
Two. [ Said in a whimper, but now she almost has to stop herself from immediately grinding on Bucky’s face again — like if she comes too quickly, too soon, all of this will be over and she’ll never get to have it again. Her gaze rakes over Embry’s beautiful face, rendered even more so by blowjob-swollen lips with a sheen of spit left behind, Bucky’s flushed and leaking cock in his grip, Ash’s tie darkened with a combination of spit and pre where it’s tied at the base. Even now, he’s here with them, a reminder none of them could get away from if they tried. ] But I need —
[ More, she almost says, before another moan chokes her, if she’s going to get off again — fingers, pressing inside her, filling her up. ]
[It feels like a gift, in a way, being granted another chance to reclaim the peace that he found when he used to fully give himself over to Ash's commands. And while it might not be the man himself who's touching him, it's his orders that guide the hands on him. His demands keeping Bucky from flipping the script entirely and taking what he wants from them both. Greer and Embry are here as an extension of Ash. And even after all this time, he isn't sure he knows how to refuse the man anything in moments like this.
Even if it does feel like a whole new form of torture at the same time.
Despite Embry pulling back, despite the words being shared above him, he's barely aware of what's going on around him. Only recognizes the feel of thighs surrounding him, the taste of Greer on his tongue and Embry's grip around his cock. There's a warmth running through him that has little to do with what they're doing, and more to do with the why. With how they got into this position in the first place, and the potential of what this could become.
There's a quiet sound of frustration that creeps out of his throat at the edge he's been pushed to and the distance Greer's placed back between them. But while the logical part of his mind knows that she's doing it for a reason, that same part has disappeared entirely and been replaced with want. With the need to touch, to give her everything he has and more. So as his fingers slip inside her again, his left arm ends up wrapped around her waist to tug her down again. To hold her in place, just where he wants her. To greedily chase the taste of her, not wanting to waste a second.
Three times or three hundred, he knows he'll never get enough of this.
[ did he give him a time limit? no. however, he feels like it’s within his rights to punish him anyway for it. bucky’s fingers press into greer, the gratified noise drawn out of her throat making embry’s cock ache with how much he’d like to tumble her down onto the bed and fuck her himself, but that’s not the point of this exercise. the point is something about ash. or maybe something about bucky. it’s hard for embry to think beyond the need pulsing through him, tangled up with his complicated thoughts about the man before him. the man ash loves.
it still stings, a little. he thinks maybe that ash’s attention on anyone else will always feel like this, a mix of wanting to set fire to the path that connects them and to explore it for himself, to take and taste the things that ash holds dear. he’s had a year to gracefully accept this bond, but since when has he been graceful about anything involving ash? he’s certainly not going to start now. ]
You’ve had enough time, Barnes. You fail. [ he gives bucky’s quivering thigh a sharp slap as he stands up, putting his arms around greer from behind and pulling her away, leaving bucky’s mouth and fingers bereft. he bites greer’s shoulder, then maneuvers her mouth to his for a kiss, his fingers roaming between her legs, stroking roughly against her swollen clit to feel bucky’s handiwork. ] Switch places with me, princess. Although if you’re asking me, I don’t think he deserves to fuck your cunt yet.
[ he leaves it up to greer what she wants to do with his poor, abused cock, because then he’s climbing onto the bed, his fingers running through bucky’s hair as he grips a fistful, his eyes flashing with hunger at the sight of his wet mouth. leaning down, he crushes their lips together, tasting greer, his tongue shoving forcefully into his mouth. embry’s kisses are masterful, consuming, all reckless confidence and unleashed desire, and when he pulls back, he wastes no time hooking a thumb into bucky’s mouth, prying it open as he presses his cock past his lips. ]
Fuck. [ a breath curls out of him, immediate pleasure enveloping him in wet, luscious heat. his lashes flutter, brows knotted as he gazes down at the sight of bucky’s lips stretched around him. his hips jerk forward. ] Is this how Ash did it for you?
[ At first, when Embry declares that Bucky’s run out of some arbitrarily decided time, Greer’s first thought is that he means to take over where Bucky’s left off — to lay her down, to spread her open and fuck her, claim her remaining orgasms for himself. When he doesn’t, she bites back a brief swell of disappointment — but in truth, what they’re doing today isn’t about her, not really. It’s about Bucky, and what Ash has sent them to do in his place, and how they can test his limits for themselves, bending without fully breaking.
But Embry’s fingers between her thighs are a temporary balm, soothing over her oversensitive clit, and Greer whines before she can stop herself, like all it would take is one word for her to ignore Bucky completely in favor of riding Embry’s hand, maybe going as far as to let Bucky lick the taste of her from Embry’s fingers when he’s through.
Instead, she only just manages to bring her knees together, to ignore the slick conjured by Bucky’s tongue making her skin sticky as she crawls her way down the mattress to settle into a kneeling perch at his waist. ]
I haven’t had a taste yet. [ And she wants one especially now, with Bucky’s cock swollen and twitching, Ash’s tie dark and damp and knotted around. Greer twines her fingers around the silk, first, giving it a brief, torturous tug so that the knot rubs just so against the underside of Bucky’s shaft, and then drops forward, hair falling over her shoulder to briefly shield her before she takes care to flip it back, letting him see her — letting them both see her.
She wants the view of them together, too, of Embry fucking Bucky’s mouth while she swirls her own kittenish licks around Bucky’s cock, committing the taste of his salt, his skin, to memory with a soft hum. She hasn’t even really kissed him yet, and she’s doing this — trying her best to swallow him down, head slowly bobbing over his hips as her cheeks hollow with the force of her suction. ]
[It'd be all too easy to lose himself in the kiss, in the unfamiliar feel of Embry's mouth against his. Their first, despite spending over a year in each other's orbit. But while he'd like to follow it up with claiming Greer's lips too, he knows that the decision isn't his to make. Not when Ash has given control over this evening to the other two instead.
So when Embry replaces his tongue with his cock, he doesn't fight it. Doesn't refuse. Instead, he simply tilts his head back, giving the other man all the access he needs. The look is returned with one of expectation, a dare wrapped up in the way he lets Embry slide deeper. Makes full use of the way that Ash had once taught him. His own ability to hold his breath for far longer than Embry likely realizes.
Or at least he would, if it wasn't for the feel of Greer's fingers on his cock. Her hair against his skin has him twitching, has him fighting to regain control over his own body. It's yet another tease, pushing him closer to snapping. And even when Greer finally wraps her lips around his cock, it takes everything in him to keep from ripping the tie free and taking what he wants from them both. What he needs. What they're both denying him.
He really wishes he could remember how to hate them right now.]
Gonna have to try a lot harder to live up to him.
[A rough response once he replaces his mouth with his hand. Metal fingers around Embry's cock, so his right can slip towards Greer instead. He doesn't want to hurt either of them. But there are still some risks he'd sooner avoid taking with her.]
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james, as ash calls him, the name smooth and familiar, threaded with meaning. with affection. with memories that embry can only guess at, because he wasn’t there and he hasn’t asked the right questions to get the full picture. doesn’t know if he wants the full picture, when jealousy needles at him even now, even if it’s not exactly the kind of jealousy that makes him bitter and closed off, not anymore. it’s a comforting kind of ache, a familiar simmer. something to keep him hot and on edge, his guilty enjoyment of his own pain when it comes to ash’s love.
and he’s thoroughly fucking enjoying blowing bucky barnes, dragging it out into a torturous test of endurance with no reward in sight, his cock still bound, flushed and leaking onto embry’s tongue.
and then there’s greer, perched on the bed like a queen, bucky’s face her throne. it was the first thing embry asked her to do once they’d strolled in, a vision of american royalty. embry’s darkness and greer’s light. make her come at least three times, or the tie stays on, james, ash’s little pet name sneered around embry’s gleaming smile. ]
How many times was that, Princess? [ he pops off bucky’s cock, his voice raspy from blowjob-related abuse. his long fingers curl around bucky, sliding down to the root and then back up, teasing his crown with the edge of his thumbnail. ] Is he doing a good job?
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She hasn’t even fully undressed, just tucked her panties to the side and settled into a kneeling straddle over Bucky’s face with wordless apology in her gaze — no matter what, she hadn’t planned for it to go like this — but now that she’s here, shamelessly rubbing her cunt against his tongue, lips and chin, feeling the rasp of unshaven beard against her thighs, she can’t bring herself to feel all that guilty.
He’s already made her come once, solely with his tongue, and another when she encourages him to use his hands, both of them, to grab onto her for purchase. Her fingers slide across his metal one now, rubbing the ridges of those knuckles, as she steadies herself, swaying in the aftermath of a second orgasm, before lifting her head to regard Embry with glazed-over eyes. ]
Two. [ Said in a whimper, but now she almost has to stop herself from immediately grinding on Bucky’s face again — like if she comes too quickly, too soon, all of this will be over and she’ll never get to have it again. Her gaze rakes over Embry’s beautiful face, rendered even more so by blowjob-swollen lips with a sheen of spit left behind, Bucky’s flushed and leaking cock in his grip, Ash’s tie darkened with a combination of spit and pre where it’s tied at the base. Even now, he’s here with them, a reminder none of them could get away from if they tried. ] But I need —
[ More, she almost says, before another moan chokes her, if she’s going to get off again — fingers, pressing inside her, filling her up. ]
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Even if it does feel like a whole new form of torture at the same time.
Despite Embry pulling back, despite the words being shared above him, he's barely aware of what's going on around him. Only recognizes the feel of thighs surrounding him, the taste of Greer on his tongue and Embry's grip around his cock. There's a warmth running through him that has little to do with what they're doing, and more to do with the why. With how they got into this position in the first place, and the potential of what this could become.
There's a quiet sound of frustration that creeps out of his throat at the edge he's been pushed to and the distance Greer's placed back between them. But while the logical part of his mind knows that she's doing it for a reason, that same part has disappeared entirely and been replaced with want. With the need to touch, to give her everything he has and more. So as his fingers slip inside her again, his left arm ends up wrapped around her waist to tug her down again. To hold her in place, just where he wants her. To greedily chase the taste of her, not wanting to waste a second.
Three times or three hundred, he knows he'll never get enough of this.
Of them.]
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[ did he give him a time limit? no. however, he feels like it’s within his rights to punish him anyway for it. bucky’s fingers press into greer, the gratified noise drawn out of her throat making embry’s cock ache with how much he’d like to tumble her down onto the bed and fuck her himself, but that’s not the point of this exercise. the point is something about ash. or maybe something about bucky. it’s hard for embry to think beyond the need pulsing through him, tangled up with his complicated thoughts about the man before him. the man ash loves.
it still stings, a little. he thinks maybe that ash’s attention on anyone else will always feel like this, a mix of wanting to set fire to the path that connects them and to explore it for himself, to take and taste the things that ash holds dear. he’s had a year to gracefully accept this bond, but since when has he been graceful about anything involving ash? he’s certainly not going to start now. ]
You’ve had enough time, Barnes. You fail. [ he gives bucky’s quivering thigh a sharp slap as he stands up, putting his arms around greer from behind and pulling her away, leaving bucky’s mouth and fingers bereft. he bites greer’s shoulder, then maneuvers her mouth to his for a kiss, his fingers roaming between her legs, stroking roughly against her swollen clit to feel bucky’s handiwork. ] Switch places with me, princess. Although if you’re asking me, I don’t think he deserves to fuck your cunt yet.
[ he leaves it up to greer what she wants to do with his poor, abused cock, because then he’s climbing onto the bed, his fingers running through bucky’s hair as he grips a fistful, his eyes flashing with hunger at the sight of his wet mouth. leaning down, he crushes their lips together, tasting greer, his tongue shoving forcefully into his mouth. embry’s kisses are masterful, consuming, all reckless confidence and unleashed desire, and when he pulls back, he wastes no time hooking a thumb into bucky’s mouth, prying it open as he presses his cock past his lips. ]
Fuck. [ a breath curls out of him, immediate pleasure enveloping him in wet, luscious heat. his lashes flutter, brows knotted as he gazes down at the sight of bucky’s lips stretched around him. his hips jerk forward. ] Is this how Ash did it for you?
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But Embry’s fingers between her thighs are a temporary balm, soothing over her oversensitive clit, and Greer whines before she can stop herself, like all it would take is one word for her to ignore Bucky completely in favor of riding Embry’s hand, maybe going as far as to let Bucky lick the taste of her from Embry’s fingers when he’s through.
Instead, she only just manages to bring her knees together, to ignore the slick conjured by Bucky’s tongue making her skin sticky as she crawls her way down the mattress to settle into a kneeling perch at his waist. ]
I haven’t had a taste yet. [ And she wants one especially now, with Bucky’s cock swollen and twitching, Ash’s tie dark and damp and knotted around. Greer twines her fingers around the silk, first, giving it a brief, torturous tug so that the knot rubs just so against the underside of Bucky’s shaft, and then drops forward, hair falling over her shoulder to briefly shield her before she takes care to flip it back, letting him see her — letting them both see her.
She wants the view of them together, too, of Embry fucking Bucky’s mouth while she swirls her own kittenish licks around Bucky’s cock, committing the taste of his salt, his skin, to memory with a soft hum. She hasn’t even really kissed him yet, and she’s doing this — trying her best to swallow him down, head slowly bobbing over his hips as her cheeks hollow with the force of her suction. ]
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So when Embry replaces his tongue with his cock, he doesn't fight it. Doesn't refuse. Instead, he simply tilts his head back, giving the other man all the access he needs. The look is returned with one of expectation, a dare wrapped up in the way he lets Embry slide deeper. Makes full use of the way that Ash had once taught him. His own ability to hold his breath for far longer than Embry likely realizes.
Or at least he would, if it wasn't for the feel of Greer's fingers on his cock. Her hair against his skin has him twitching, has him fighting to regain control over his own body. It's yet another tease, pushing him closer to snapping. And even when Greer finally wraps her lips around his cock, it takes everything in him to keep from ripping the tie free and taking what he wants from them both. What he needs. What they're both denying him.
He really wishes he could remember how to hate them right now.]
Gonna have to try a lot harder to live up to him.
[A rough response once he replaces his mouth with his hand. Metal fingers around Embry's cock, so his right can slip towards Greer instead. He doesn't want to hurt either of them. But there are still some risks he'd sooner avoid taking with her.]
Undo the tie and I'll show you what you missed.