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Getting home from the mission, Steve and Bucky were gross. Alien goo caked into uniforms did not do anything for either of them. Steve was sure his uniform might be better off being incinerated rather than whatever poor dry cleaner being subjected to the smell and stains left behind.
“You go ahead and get in the shower, I’ll get dinner started,” Steve says.
“Oh thank god,” Bucky moans. “I’m starving!”
Steve laughs. He pulls Bucky in for a kiss and grimaces. “Brush your teeth while you’re at it.”
“Oh, like yours is so much better,” Bucky sasses.
Steve reaches up and taps Bucky’s cheek, not hard enough to bruise but certainly enough to smart, the rest of Bucky protected by tac gear preventing Steve from pinching Bucky’s ass or giving him a solid knee to the balls. “Go get in the shower before l spank you.”
“Is that a promise?”
“Go!”
***
Steve ambles around the kitchen, getting a frozen lasagna out of the freezer along with the ingredients for a salad. He sets the oven temperature and gets to preparing the salad ingredients. He wants to give Bucky something bright and leafy after several weeks of MREs and granola bars specially formatted for their superhero metabolisms.
He chops fresh romaine and spring mix, thankfully restocked in their kitchen before they got back. He juliennes carrots and slices cherry tomatoes, tossing them in the bowl with the lettuce when he’s done. He leaves thinly sliced red onions in a bowl of cool water, letting them get crunchy and a little sweet. When he hears the oven ring, he puts the lasagna in the oven and sets the timer. It’ll take a good hour and a half to bake, leaving him plenty of time to join Bucky in the shower. He leaves the salad on the counter, waiting to dress it right before they eat it.
He grabs another mixing bowl and fills it with ice, carrying it with him to the bathroom. He makes quick work of pulling his crusty uniform off, tossing it on top of the pile of Bucky’s tac uniform. Both will need to be specially cleaned beyond what their in-unit washer and dryer can handle. Steve less than thoroughly brushes his teeth, freshening his breath before he joins Bucky. He leaves the ice by the bathroom sink. They won’t need it until later.
Steve announces himself before sliding into the shower behind Bucky, who appears to have washed most of the grime off his body and gotten his hair cleaned and conditioned. Steve does a quick glance over Bucky’s body. The mission was longer than they usually like to be out in the field, but aside from a late-mission brush with the aliens and the subsequent goo, the fighting wasn’t particularly intense, leaving Bucky mostly bruise free. There is a light bruise on his ribs where he got thrown into a tree and some chafing all over from wearing a crusty uniform for the return trip, but he’s relatively unscathed.
When he steps in, Bucky is quickly stroking his cock, letting out little breaths and grunts. He whines when I pull his hand away, revealing his hard and leaking cock.
“How many I have you done so far?” Steve asks. Steve walks across the shower (an exceptionally large walk in shower, big enough for two super soldiers and then some, a long bench running along the back wall which gets plenty of use thank you very much) and crowds up behind Bucky. He wraps his arms around Bucky’s middle and hooks his chin over Bucky’s shoulder, looking down at his engorged cock.
Bucky leans back into Steve. “Four,” he answers. “I got a lot to catch up on,” he grins.
“That’s good, baby,” Steve praises. “Don’t worry about catching up, we’ll make sure to keep you on track. Look at your prick,” he orders. They can both see the pretty, curved length of it. It’s already red where Bucky edged a few times. Pearls of pre-cum adorning the head. Balls drawn up right, looking red and swollen.
Bucky moans breathily, knows Steve can tell just how desperate he is. “It hurts,” Bucky complains.
“I know, baby,” Steve hums sympathetically. Unlike Bucky, Steve cums whenever he wants, usually at least once a day rather than Bucky’s once a quarter, if that. Steve is very sparing with Bucky’s permission to cum, preferring to milk him or ruin his orgasms. Instead, Bucky edges and edges and edges, getting more and more desperate as the months drag on, often with aching balls as Steve refuses to even let him spill. “I wanna watch you edge again while I wash off,” Steve instructs.
And Bucky, even though he’s aching and hard, dutifully pulls away from Steve and sits on the shower bench facing Steve. He grasps his cock and tries to get to the edge again, preening when Steve says, “Good boy.” Steve casually throws in a, “I want you to get at least four more edges in while I wash off.” Bucky groans, speeding up his hand.
Steve goes slowly, not trying to make sure Bucky fails like he sometimes does. They’re both tired after the mission and there’s no need to stress Bucky out when he’s so sweetly started his edges without Steve even asking. Steve wants to get his hands back on Bucky, but getting the alien goo off takes a little more elbow grease than he thought would be needed. He takes the extra time to make sure all of it is scrubbed off of his skin and gets his hair washed, meanwhile every few minutes Bucky counts off another edge. “Five…. Six…. Seven…. Eight…. Nine… Ten…” That’s his Bucky. Always going above and beyond.
When Steve finishes the chore part of the shower, he pulls Bucky back to him. “Let me take a look at what we’ve got going on here,” he says. He grabs Bucky’s cock, examining it like he’s investigating the parts of a gun he had to put back together. He’s a little rough with the handling considering how sensitive Bucky must be, but Bucky has always been a champ at taking what Steve gives him. He makes his way down to Bucky’s balls, rolling them in his hand as he takes a look, using his other hand to hold Bucky’s shaft out of the way. His balls are red and swollen, looking far beyond what Steve would expect from Bucky’s edging that evening.
“Can I please cum? Please?” Bucky begs. “My balls,” he explains miserably.
Steve hums at Bucky, acting like he’s considering it. Steve pulls Bucky towards him by the balls, giving them a closer look. They’re red and swollen from weeks of edging and denial. He had been denied for months with only a milking or two in the meantime, and that was before they went out on a multi-week mission.
“How long have these been bothering you?” Steve asks, giving Bucky’s balls a light squeeze.
Bucky gasps, even the light pressure feeling like a punch in the gut. “They’re ok,” Bucky argues. “I just… I want to cum,” he mumbles.
Steve squeezes his balls harder and slaps Bucky on the cheek with his other hand. “Don’t lie to me. Were these bothering you on the mission?”
“Only a little! It was fine, I swear!” Bucky protests.
“It was not fine,” Steve argues emphatically. “You don’t get to put yourself at risk on missions, and that includes telling me when you need to spill so you’re not distracted or hurting.”
Bucky starts, “It’s not that bad, I didn’t want— I didn’t earn—”
“No,” Steve interrupts. “My job is to take care of you, and I can’t do that if you don’t tell me something is wrong. It doesn’t matter what you earned. If we’re out there in the field and— because of what we do you get hurt, or what you are to me and you get injured or got forbid, when we’re not at our best and something happens,” Steve starts to ramble. He pauses, tries to collect his thoughts. “If you got hurt out there because of me, I’d never forgive myself. I need you to tell me when you’re aching and hurting, and I’ll make sure you have what you need. Understand?” He realizes he’s tightened his hand around Bucky’s balls as he’s spiraled and loosens his grip. He rubs his thumb where Bucky’s cheek is smarting from the slap. With the serum it won’t hurt for long, but he wants to soothe the sting anyway.
“Yes, Steve, I understand,” Bucky promises. “I’m aching and hurting now,” he adds.
“We’ll see about that,” Steve shrugs noncommittally. Bucky won’t be coming tonight, but Steve doesn’t mind keeping him in the dark about that. He taps Bucky’s hip. “Bend over and show me your hole. Let me see what we’re working with.”
Bucky turns around and places his hand on the shower bench, pointing his ass towards Steve.
“Down on your elbows,” Steve instructs, forcing Bucky into a deeper arch, his ass and dick vulnerable in front of Steve. Steve takes a knee and gets right at eye level, prying Bucky’s cheeks open to reveal his hole. “Hmm,” Steve grumbles.
Bucky blushes. He knows his hole is tighter than usual, the result of weeks of disuse and being out of his stretching routine. The serum knit back together any gape he and Steve had worked on together.
“You’re so tight, baby. You’d think you’re a virgin back here, you don’t have anyone taking care of your hole for you,” Steve murmurs, running the pad of his thumb over Bucky’s hole. He pushes his thumb in dry, and Bucky’s hole doesn’t go slack like it usually does, protesting the intrusion. “All that work gone to waste,” Steve sighs. “We’re gonna have to start stretching you out all over again.”
“I’m sorry,” Bucky says.
“No need to apologize,” Steve tuts. “You can’t help it, baby. Who should apologize to me?”
“My hole,” Bucky replies.
Steve hums. “That’s right, baby. Want to apologize properly?”
“My hole is very sorry, Steve,” Bucky says solemnly. He feels the red on his face deepen. The way Steve makes him talk about his hole always makes him burn up, makes him want to hide is face and cover his hole, which he of course can’t do both at the same time. He settles for pressing his warm face to the cool tile.
“For what?” Steve demands. He pulls his thumb outward, cruelly yanking at Bucky’s rim which has to burn given the lack of stretching.
“My hole is very sorry for being too tight for you. We will train my hole again and make it looser for you,” Bucky replies dutifully.
“Thank you, baby. We’ll have to punish your hole and then you’ll be forgiven. Does that seem fair?” Steve pulls his thumb out of Bucky’s hole, watches as it closes back up from the intrusion.
Bucky shudders. “Yes, Steve.” There’s no telling what Steve will come up with. There could be hole spanking, figging, plugs lubed with icy hot, an anal hook tensioned to his hair or collar, or any other punishment Steve devises, always creative if it means getting Bucky to hurt in just the right way.
“Okay, good, glad we’re in agreement,” Steve finishes. He taps Bucky’s hip and says, “up facing me again.”
Bucky rises from his face-down position on the bench and turns to face Steve. He would usually stand at attention for Steve, but he can’t resist the pull of a freshly showered Steve, skin pink and hair slicked back from the warm water. He pulls Steve in for a kiss, pressing their mouths together.
Steve smiles against Bucky’s lips, wrapping his arms around Bucky’s back and pulling him in closer. He lets Bucky press his tongue into his mouth, enjoying the closeness of Bucky after weeks of their usual intimacy traded for mission debriefs and sleeping whenever possible. Bucky thrusts his hips up against Steve, pressing their cocks together. Steve can feel the hot length of them, leaking pre-cum like a faucet against Steve’s hip. Steve isn’t unaffected from watching Bucky’s edges and subsequently examining him, but there’s more to do before he gets off.
He pulls way from Bucky lightly, leaving kisses on his cheek and forehead in his wake. Not that Bucky would ever doubt Steve’s intentions, but Steve wouldn’t want Bucky to think he didn’t enjoy kissing him.
“We need to discuss the punishment for your balls,” Steve says. “I’m disappointed you didn’t tell me what you needed for me to take care of you, and after punishment you’ll be forgiven. Do you understand?”
Bucky casts his glance down in shame, plaintively responding, “Yes, Steve.”
“Good boy,” Steve praises. He takes a pause. He didn’t expect to have to punish Bucky in the shower, so he doesn’t have any of his implements he would use like a crop or a paddle or clothespins or Bucky’s ball crusher. But he knows how to improvise. “I don’t have any of my tools in here, so we’ll save your hole punishment for later. For your nuts here’s what we’ll do. You’re gonna stand here for me with your legs open. I want you to practice telling me what you need, so I’m gonna knee you in the balls and when you need a break you’ll tell me mercy and you’ll get a break to edge. After you’ve edged I’m gonna give your balls a good squeeze until you say mercy again, and I’ll give you another break to edge. And we’ll go back to kneeing. We’ll do that until you say you’re done. I’m relying on you to tell me what you need. Is that fair?” Steve asks.
“Yes, Steve,” Bucky mumbles.
Steve doesn’t stand for mumbling, not when he and Bucky need to be on the same page. He yanks a little on Bucky’s hair, pulling his head back to make eye contact. “Use your words,” he orders. “Does this punishment seem fair?”
Bucky replies more forcefully, “Yes, Steve. My balls deserve this punishment.”
“Yes,” Steve agrees. “Good.”
Before Steve has the chance to kick Bucky’s legs apart, Bucky takes the chance to ask, “Can I cum after?”
Steve knows what he means, but he loves to make Bucky explain himself, to make him blush. “Can you cum after what? I already told you to use your words.”
“Can I cum after you punish my balls?” He asks. “Please… Steve,” he adds.
“Mmm, I’m not punishing your balls, we’re punishing your balls,” Steve explains. “I can’t punish your balls alone. It’s a team effort to keep you in check.”
Bucky corrects himself. “Steve, can I please cum after we punish my balls?”
Steve shrugs again, happy to keep Bucky waiting. “We’ll see. I’ll decide after.” He knows Bucky likes the pain, that the punishment and edges will only make him hornier. He’ll ice him down and lock him away without so much as spilling. But that’s after he finishes the punishment. Steve steps back from Bucky and wedges his leg between Bucky’s knees. “Knees apart, baby. And hands behind your head.”
Steve gives no warning before placing his hands on Bucky’s shoulder for leverage and swinging his leg up and kneeing Bucky right on the balls. Bucky lets out a gasp but keeps it together, only a little wetness accumulating at the corner of his eyes. “Are you gonna thank me?” Steve demands.
“Thank you for taking care of my balls,” Bucky thanks him. He grunts when Steve swings his leg again, kneeing Bucky’s balls. Bucky leans over slightly, closing in trying to protect himself, but he quickly corrects, standing upright and keeping his hands on the back of his head. “Thank you, Steve, for taking care of my balls.”
“You’re welcome, baby,” Steve replies before kneeing Bucky in the balls again, watching as Bucky’s cock smacks up against his abdomen with the momentum.
“Thank you for taking care of my balls,” Bucky repeats. A couple tears leak down his face, but he maintains his composure. He knows he can make it another kick, but it still feels like a punch in the gut when Steve knees him in the balls again. “Thank you for taking care of my balls,” he says again.
He sees Steve pull his leg back to knee him for a fifth time and gasps, “Mercy!”
Steve halts mid-kick and puts his leg down. “Thank you for telling me what you needed,” Steve praises. He lets Bucky catch his breath for a moment before reminding him, “It ain’t gonna edge itself,” with a light flick to the head of Bucky’s cock.
Bucky quickly obeys, bringing his hand down to his cock to bring himself to the edge again. His balls throb as he strips his cock, careful not to jostle his balls too much for fear of causing them more hurt. “Fuck!” he gasps, running his thumb over the sensitive head of his cock.
Steve squeezes his own cock, affected by Bucky’s display. He only tries to get the edge off. He’ll wait to cum after he’s done with Bucky.
“I, ahh— shit, I’m close,” Bucky gasps, taking his hand off his cock as another blurt of pre-cum dribbles down the side.
Steve praises him for his restraint, stopping before he had to ruin his orgasm. “Good job, baby,” he says warmly. “Are you ready to go again?” Steve asks, rolling Bucky’s balls lightly in his hand.
Bucky places his hands back behind his head. “Yes, Steve,” he says.
Steve starts to lightly squeeze Bucky’s balls, increasing the pressure until Bucky is squirming.
“Ahh— ahh—,” Bucky groans. He wants to pull away from Steve. He wants to pull Steve closer, the delicious ache of Steve crushing his balls in his bare hands soothed by Steve kissing his forehead or murmuring sweet nothings in his ear. “Steve, I— fuck… need you,” Bucky gasps.
Steve loosens his grip on Bucky’s balls, pausing to check in. “What do you need, baby?”
“It hurts,” Bucky whines. “Help me.”
“Do you need to say mercy? Take a break?” Steve checks in. Bucky starts to blubber and Steve interrupts him. “Take a minute,” he encourages. “Say you’re done, and the punishment is over.”
“No, I’m good,” Bucky says carefully, having taken a moment to think. “I’m green. Just… talk to me?” he requests.
“Sure thing, baby,” Steve smiles. He tightens his grip on Bucky’s balls again and begins to murmur in his ear. “You’re doing so well for me, baby. I know it hurts right now, but it’s gotta hurt a little to make it right. Once we’re done punishing your balls, we’ll get you locked back up in your chastity cage like you’re s’posed to be. We’ll get your hole loosened back up and gaping like it’s s’posed to be. You’re being so good for me, Buck, love this so much, love you so much,” he encourages. Bucky is so good, endures so much for him. Steve can feel his hand cramping and knows Bucky’s balls are aching even more.
He loosens his hand and then gives a sharp squeeze, forcing a “Mercy!” out of Bucky. “Thank you for taking care of my balls” Bucky says through tears.
Bucky doesn’t need the reminder this time, going straight into the edge demanded by Steve. It’s quick to get to the edge given his previous edges and Steve’s, well, everything. He rips his hand away right before he spills over, letting out a sob.
“I’m ready, Steve,” he says, wiping his tears and putting his hands back behind his head.
And Steve feels like he’s a bad, bad man, because he puts his hands on Bucky’s shoulders again and gives him a solid knee to the balls, feeling fire in his gut at the sad gasp Bucky makes and the wounded look in his doe eyes. He knows Bucky loves the pain and loves the denial and lives to hurt at Steve’s hands, but there’s that part of him deep down that beyond wanting to do whatever makes Bucky happy even if it’s hurting him, longs to see Bucky hurting for him so sweetly.
“Thank you for taking care of my balls, Steve,” Bucky sobs. He’s bent over, fully feeling the ache when Steve knees him again, forcing out a yell. He takes a deep breath before thanking Steve again.
“Make sure you’re in the correct position, Buck,” Steve orders, and Bucky reassumes position. Steve says, “elbows back,” and Bucky further refines his position bringing his elbows back and pushing his chest out. Maybe he’s lucky, he thinks. If he and Steve did this in the playroom Steve would have made it worse for him, attaching some mean nipple clamps to him or tying his nipple rings to a support bar to keep him in position or some other painful indignity. He’s too far away from the shower wall to get the sweet relief of the cool wall.
Bucky is in the middle of replying “Yes, Steve,” when Steve knees him again, knocking the breath right out of him. Bucky breathlessly rushes, “Thank you for taking care—” when Steve knees him again. “Fuck!” Bucky shouts. “Thank y—” Bucky gets another knee to the balls. “Agghhh,” he cries miserably. “Mercy! Mercy, please, Steve mercy. I’m done, I need to be done.”
“Okay we’re done. You’re good,” Steve murmurs. He pulls Bucky close to him and runs his hands up and down his back soothingly. “Thank you for telling me what you need. You’re always so good for me.”
Bucky hugs him back, doing what he can to snuggle his head up under Steve’s chin despite their similar heights. “Love you, Steve,” Bucky murmurs.
Steve gives Bucky a tighter squeeze. “Love ya, too, pal,” he replies. He sits with Bucky under the spray of the shower and holds him for a few more minutes. They’ll have to get out soon or risk the lasagna burning. “Let’s get dried off so we can eat dinner,” Steve says. “We need to get your cage back on before we eat.”
Bucky lets go of Steve and reaches behind him, turning the spray of the water off. “Mmkay.” Bucky replies. He reaches out of the shower and grabs a towel before passing one to Steve and grabbing another for himself.
Steve simply knocks most of the water off before tying the towel around his waist while Bucky does a more thorough job, running the towel across each of his limbs and torso, gingerly avoiding his leaking cock and aching balls.
While Bucky finishes toweling himself off, Steve goes to the counter, readying a handful of the ice in a smaller hand towel. A lot of the ice was melted in the steam of the shower, but it won’t take much to get Bucky soft enough for the cage. Steve opens a drawer in their vanity, selecting one of the meaner cages that’s a favorite of both his and Bucky’s. It constrains Bucky’s cock to a very small size, despite his generally being well endowed, keeping it soft and small, with punishingly sharp spikes keeping his prick from growing full. The smaller package makes Bucky’s balls all the more pronounced for Steve to play with. He gets a plug out too, no need to wait to get Bucky’s hole trained again. It’s not too big, Steve could have been meaner. It’s only a couple fingers wide, so Bucky can take it without prep and wear it comfortably until they get back into their stretching routine.
“Can I cum before we put the cage on?” Bucky asks hopefully. “My balls’re aching so much. ‘M so full it hurts.”
“Mmm, not today,” Steve muses. “We just got cleaned up and you don’t need it yet. I’ll make sure you spill when you’re ready maybe sometime after we punish your hole,” he promises, and Bucky’s shoulders slump. “What do we say, Buck?” Steve prompts.
“Thank you, Steve.”
“For…?” Steve presses.
“Thank you for taking care of my balls,” Bucky corrects himself.
“And..?” Steve presses again.
“Thank you for taking care of my hole,” Bucky replies. Before Steve asks again, Bucky adds, “and thank you for taking care of my cock and making sure it cums when it needs to.”
“Ah, sure thing, Buck,” Steve smiles.
When Bucky finishes toweling off, Steve presses the towel of ice directly onto Bucky’s cock and balls, watching as Bucky goes softer and softer. “Good boy,” Steve murmurs at Bucky, and that would almost make Bucky’s dick twitch back to life if the ice Steve was holding on him wasn’t so achingly cold.
Steve gently puts Bucky’s cage back on, sliding the ring around the base of his dick behind his balls and clicking together the piece connecting the ring and the shaft of the cock cage. He grabs the tiny vibranium padlock and closes it around the cage, keeping the key for himself.
“How many edges did we have you at before we left for the mission?” Steve asks. He maneuvers Bucky to lean over the counter.
“At least eight per day,” Bucky answers.
“And how many days has it been since you came?” Steve asks. He lubes up the plug with a thicker line that will last Bucky through dinner and into the evening.
“I had a ruined orgasm 143 days ago. You milked me 62 days ago, and I had my last real orgasm 344 days ago,” Bucky states.
Steve pushes the plug in slowly, keeping an eye on Bucky’s face through the mirror for any signs of undue discomfort. Bucky’s face is still blotchy and red from the ball busting, but Steve watches for any grimaces or shortened breaths as the plug stretches his rim wider and wider. “That’s real good, Buck,” Steve encourages. “I want us to work on getting you up to twenty edges in a day. I know it’ll keep you feeling real nice and relaxed.” He already has a scene planned for the one year anniversary since Bucky’s last full orgasm which will end in a gloriously ruined orgasm, leaving Bucky floating off in the puffy clouds of subspace. Bucky’ll get a real orgasm soon after, Steve’s not a monster, but he can’t help himself and Bucky revels in being denied by Steve especially when he anticipates a full orgasm. “That feel okay?” Steve asks, pressing the last of the plug into Bucky and resting the base between his cheeks.
“Feels okay,” Bucky replies. It’s pressing right on his sweet spot, which doesn’t help matters. It slightly stretches him but not anything beyond what he can handle. “Thank you, Steve,” he says, pushing himself up off the bathroom counter.
“You’re welcome, baby,” Steve replies.
Steve knows he needs to go check on the lasagna and finish the salad before they eat, but he can’t help but pull Bucky close to him again, wrapping him in an embrace from behind. “Love you so much, Buck. Got half a mind to take that plug out and fuck you right here,” Steve groans.
Bucky starts to tell Steve, “You can—” but they’re interrupted by a loud rumble from Steve’s stomach, and Bucky laughs.
“Maybe after dinner,” Steve says. They walk to the kitchen together, Bucky taking over the salad making while Steve checks on the lasagna and slices some bread to quickly toast. He surveys the room for all the surfaces he could bend Bucky over on after they eat, the kitchen counter, the dining room table, the arm of their sofa or their coffee table. Steve’s brain produces an image of him pushing Bucky face-first onto the floor, rutting into him from behind. But all that can wait until after dinner because he and Bucky are both home safe and relatively unscathed, and that’s enough to get him through dinner. The rest is just details.